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<blockquote data-quote="Forgalspop" data-source="post: 3680254" data-attributes="member: 46636"><p><strong>Warning</strong>:This is going to be a <strong>long</strong> tale about a trip to Germany. I don’t know how to make it much shorter. Hopefully a few find it entertaining. It is a true story and one my many fond traveling memories.</p><p></p><p>Back when I was a young 24 year old, with a full head of hair, I traveled to Germany. My parents were living in a small town outside of Wurzburg, Germany. My father was employed by the Army as a social worker.</p><p></p><p>I had just finished supervising a construction job in Ohio and there was not another project lined up for the next month and the company paid my salary even in between projects, so I booked a flight for Germany for a two week stay in Germany.</p><p></p><p>At that time I did not have a place of my own and stayed in motels as my job required working in multiple states for extended periods. I had friends in McAlester, OK I stayed with in between projects.</p><p></p><p>The prior few weeks before heading to Germany, I kept thinking I would love to meet a beautiful German girl on the flight to Germany who could show me around Germany.</p><p></p><p>I had a flight for Germany out of the Tulsa airport and a connecting flight from JFK airport in NYC to Germany.</p><p></p><p>On the connecting flight at JFK, I’m sitting in the window seat of the TWA aircraft and the plane is full except for the seat next to me and another a few rows ahead. A big fat guy comes down the aisle and I’m thinking I’m going to have this fat guy next to me, crowding me all the way to Germany. Thankfully he takes the seat a few rows ahead. Then this beautiful lady dressed to the nines and at least 10 years older than me, maybe even 15 years my senior, comes down the aisle and takes the seat next to me.</p><p></p><p>This is just before Christmas and there was a snow storm that had delayed flights and we sat on the tarmac for three hours before being cleared for take- off. Needless to say, the passengers were not happy and neither were the flight attendants. It didn’t bother me at all. I had a gorgeous lady next to me and we were having a great conversation and hit it off well.</p><p></p><p>When we finally got airborne and leveled off the flight attendants announced that the drinks were on the house with no limits because of the extended delay. Before we had gotten halfway across the Atlantic, all the booze for the flight had been consumed and when they turned out the lights, this beautiful classy lady starts cuddling with me and in no time at all, we are lip locked and spent most of remaining flight off and on making out. There were a couple old ladies behind us that groaned and moaned and thought it disgusting. Myself, I didn’t care. I stayed in a perpetual state of horniness at that age and was in heaven. (some things never change)</p><p></p><p>It turns out that this lady had married an American G.I. and was originally from Germany and was going to Germany to visit her parents and sister. She lived in Alexandria, VA and had gotten divorced from the American G.I. and had done quite well in real estate owning multiple properties around the D.C. area.</p><p></p><p>She invited me to come visit her and her family who lived in a small town in Southwest Germany just across the border from France. I spent a few days with my parents then took a train across Germany to visit her and her parents. Her father spoke English fairly well. He had been captured by the Americans in North Africa his first day in the war zone and had spent most of WW2 in a prison camp in Idaho that raised potatoes and said he enjoyed his stay in America. Her mother did not speak English, but doted on me. I reminded her of a son they had lost in a car wreck. Her parents thought I was wearing a toupee and pulled my hair to make sure it was mine. Back then I had very thick hair……….. now I wonder where it all went.</p><p></p><p>I had never slept in a feather bed and they gave me a room with a feather bed. I do believe that was one of the most comfortable beds I’ve ever slept in.</p><p></p><p>I had a great time with her family and when I left her mother cried and didn’t want me to leave.</p><p></p><p>There is much more to the story, but that would be X-rated. So I will leave that to your imagination.</p><p></p><p>This lady and I corresponded by letter a few times and then I never heard from her again. I do believe I was taken advantage by an older lady simply to satisfy her urges. The funny thing is, I didn’t feel used or scarred for life.</p><p></p><p>Traveling can be an adventure and some are adventures are better than others. This adventure always brings back fond memories.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Forgalspop, post: 3680254, member: 46636"] [B]Warning[/B]:This is going to be a [B]long[/B] tale about a trip to Germany. I don’t know how to make it much shorter. Hopefully a few find it entertaining. It is a true story and one my many fond traveling memories. Back when I was a young 24 year old, with a full head of hair, I traveled to Germany. My parents were living in a small town outside of Wurzburg, Germany. My father was employed by the Army as a social worker. I had just finished supervising a construction job in Ohio and there was not another project lined up for the next month and the company paid my salary even in between projects, so I booked a flight for Germany for a two week stay in Germany. At that time I did not have a place of my own and stayed in motels as my job required working in multiple states for extended periods. I had friends in McAlester, OK I stayed with in between projects. The prior few weeks before heading to Germany, I kept thinking I would love to meet a beautiful German girl on the flight to Germany who could show me around Germany. I had a flight for Germany out of the Tulsa airport and a connecting flight from JFK airport in NYC to Germany. On the connecting flight at JFK, I’m sitting in the window seat of the TWA aircraft and the plane is full except for the seat next to me and another a few rows ahead. A big fat guy comes down the aisle and I’m thinking I’m going to have this fat guy next to me, crowding me all the way to Germany. Thankfully he takes the seat a few rows ahead. Then this beautiful lady dressed to the nines and at least 10 years older than me, maybe even 15 years my senior, comes down the aisle and takes the seat next to me. This is just before Christmas and there was a snow storm that had delayed flights and we sat on the tarmac for three hours before being cleared for take- off. Needless to say, the passengers were not happy and neither were the flight attendants. It didn’t bother me at all. I had a gorgeous lady next to me and we were having a great conversation and hit it off well. When we finally got airborne and leveled off the flight attendants announced that the drinks were on the house with no limits because of the extended delay. Before we had gotten halfway across the Atlantic, all the booze for the flight had been consumed and when they turned out the lights, this beautiful classy lady starts cuddling with me and in no time at all, we are lip locked and spent most of remaining flight off and on making out. There were a couple old ladies behind us that groaned and moaned and thought it disgusting. Myself, I didn’t care. I stayed in a perpetual state of horniness at that age and was in heaven. (some things never change) It turns out that this lady had married an American G.I. and was originally from Germany and was going to Germany to visit her parents and sister. She lived in Alexandria, VA and had gotten divorced from the American G.I. and had done quite well in real estate owning multiple properties around the D.C. area. She invited me to come visit her and her family who lived in a small town in Southwest Germany just across the border from France. I spent a few days with my parents then took a train across Germany to visit her and her parents. Her father spoke English fairly well. He had been captured by the Americans in North Africa his first day in the war zone and had spent most of WW2 in a prison camp in Idaho that raised potatoes and said he enjoyed his stay in America. Her mother did not speak English, but doted on me. I reminded her of a son they had lost in a car wreck. Her parents thought I was wearing a toupee and pulled my hair to make sure it was mine. Back then I had very thick hair……….. now I wonder where it all went. I had never slept in a feather bed and they gave me a room with a feather bed. I do believe that was one of the most comfortable beds I’ve ever slept in. I had a great time with her family and when I left her mother cried and didn’t want me to leave. There is much more to the story, but that would be X-rated. So I will leave that to your imagination. This lady and I corresponded by letter a few times and then I never heard from her again. I do believe I was taken advantage by an older lady simply to satisfy her urges. The funny thing is, I didn’t feel used or scarred for life. Traveling can be an adventure and some are adventures are better than others. This adventure always brings back fond memories. [/QUOTE]
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