The Fraulein
Dan set down his skis and luggage, surveying their home for the next week. He and his buddy Trey had just arrived in La Rosière, France for a week of skiing. They’d booked this place on Airbnb, so having only seen pictures of it, they’d been a bit nervous about its quality. They needn’t have
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Trey followed him inside. “Well, what do you think?”
“Looks great. Three bedrooms, a kitchen, and a great room with a giant TV. What more could we ask for?”
They walked through its rooms, assessing each one. “Two of the bedrooms have queen beds, but that center one has a California King,” Dan said. “You’re tallest, do you want it?”
Dan shook his head. “I’m renown for my loud snoring. Why don’t I take the one on the left, and you the one on the far right? That way you won’t be able to hear me.”
After unpacking, they fixed a couple of hot toddies and settled down on the sofa. Dan was about to turn on the TV when the front door flew open. In walked a woman dragging two suitcases on rollers. Seeing the two of them, she came to a screeching halt. “Was ist das? Wer bist du?” she squawked.
She was speaking German. Dan had taken a year of it back in high school, but whatever she just said exceeded his meager grasp of her language. “I’m sorry, but I can’t understand you.”
Composing herself, she set down her bags. “Spricht einer von euch deutsch?”
He understood enough German to know she was asking if either of them spoke it. He held up his thumb and forefinger, leaving a tiny gap between them. “Nicht so viel (not so much),” he said, looking apologetic. “Sprichst du Englisch (do you speak English)?”
“Nein,” she said, shaking her head. Clearly flustered, she set down her luggage and pulled a sheet of paper out of a pocket on the side of one of them and waved it. “Dieses Haus gehört mir.”
“Do you have any clue what she’s saying?” Trey asked.
“I think she’s claiming this place belongs to her. This reeks of some kind of SNAFU. Why don’t you go get our reservation so we can prove to her it’s actually ours.”
As Trey left, Dan held up a finger. “Eine Moment.”
She nodded.
He checked her out while they waited for Trey. Blonde and blue-eyed, with long slender legs, she was your stereotypical Aryan—and a rather nice-looking one at that.
When Trey returned, he waved her over. They compared reservations. Their letterheads were identical, but while theirs was written in English, hers was in German. She pointed to the date on hers, “Siehe, 14. Dezember.”
He pointed to theirs, which also said December 14th. The rental house addresses were identical too. Apparently, the assholes at Airbnb had double-booked them. She sighed, and looking bewildered, held her hands out, as if asking ‘what should we do?’
“Christ,” Trey said, “you speak German. Invite her to stay here with us? I mean, the lady is smoking hot.”
As great as the idea sounded, he doubted she’d buy into spending a week with two strange men. But then, what were her options? What options did any of them have?
He turned toward the bedrooms. “Eins, zwei, drei (one, two, three).” He pointed to the first one. “Eins für Trey (one for Trey).” He pointed to the one on the far side. “Eins für mich (one for me).” Pointing to the middle one, he asked, “Und eins für dich? (And one for you?)” His invitation was clear. Question was, would she accept?
Her eyes widened, clearly grasping his meaning. Looking bewildered, she stared up at the ceiling. Did that mean she was contemplating their offer? After all, where else could she go? Every other place in town would surely be booked at this late date. Sharing the place seemed the only viable solution to their dilemma.
After pondering a moment, she looked at him, and taking a deep breath, nodded. “Ja. OK.”
He could hardly believe their good fortune. Smiling, he offered his hand. “Ich heiße Dan.” He gestured toward Trey. “Das ist Trey.”
“Ich bin Birgit,” she said, seeming more relaxed. She shook each of their hands, repeating their names as she did so.
Birgit. A pretty name for a pretty girl. “Let me get your things,” he offered. She frowned, clearly not understanding. He pointed to himself, then pantomimed lifting luggage. “Tragen Sie für Sie?”
She nodded.
He looked at Trey. “I just told her we’d help her with her things. Why don’t you grab those suitcases?”
“Got it,” Trey said, walking over to retrieve them.
“Ich habe mehr in meinem Auto,” she said.
If he understood her correctly, she had more stuff in a car. He walked to the window and looked. Sure enough, a car was parked in the driveway with a pair of skis mounted on its roof-rack.
He brought them in, along with a cooler, and placed them in her room next to where Trey had put her other things.
“Viele Danken,” she said, thanking him.
He left, closing the door behind him, granting her some privacy. The guys returned to the couch and their toddies. When it was time for refills, Trey suggested they offer her one too. Mixing a new batch, Dan filled a third mug, and went to her door and knocked. She opened it. “Für dich (for you),” he said, offering it to her.
She took it. “Danke,” she said, giving him a smile that lit up her face. Man, was the woman ever a looker.
He retrieved Trey’s and his drinks and returned to the sofa. It seemed forever before she finished futzing with her stuff and came out of her room. It was late, and he was hungry. He picked up his car keys and rattled them. “Essen (eat)?” he asked, rubbing his tummy.
She held up a hand, then vanished back into her room. She emerged with the cooler he’d brought in. She opened it, showing them its contents. Sausages. She pointed at them, then the kitchen. “Machen bratwurst?” she asked.
“Hell, yeah,” Trey answered, giving her a thumbs up.
Smiling, she took the cooler into the kitchen, found a frying pan, and started cooking. Despite how strange it was trying to converse when none could understand the other, things were off to a decent start. Done cooking, they shared their first meal together.
Now what? He held up his empty mug. “Noch ein toddy?” he said, asking if she wanted another. Grinning, she nodded.
He fixed them all another.
Returning, he spied some board games tucked under a nearby table. He went over and checked them out. One was Monopoly, with the properties all written in French. What the hell, playing a game was something they could do that wouldn’t require conversation.
It took them almost two hours—and three more toddies—to finally finish. She’d totally relaxed by now, shrieking her delight any time one of them landed on one of her properties and had to pay her money, especially after she’d built hotels on them. It happened so often, she bankrupted them both, winning the game.
Clapping, she jumped up, dancing in circles. Dan watched her, thinking how sensual she was. Trey’s eyes were devouring her too, far less subtly than his were.
Seeing how they were ogling her, Birgit stopped dancing. With a twinkle in her eyes, she held out her arms and did a slow 360 turn, showing off her figure. Was she drunk or simply teasing them? Not caring which, Dan sat taking in the show.
Stopping, she giggled and asked, “Gefällt dir was du siehst?”
Trey shook his head. “I hope she just asked if we’d like to fuck her, because that’s about all I can think about right about now. How do you say, ‘fuck me’ in German, anyway?”
“Fick mich,” he whispered.
Her eyes flared. He’d said it too loudly.
Grabbing their empties, he got them another round of drinks, but sat on the sofa instead of returning to the game table. Setting his own drink on its coffee table, he patted the cushion beside him, holding up her drink. Smiling, she accepted the invitation, and sat beside him. Trey joined them, sitting on her far side.
Again, what to do? Grabbing the remote, he turned on the TV, scanning all its shows. Every channel was speaking French. “Alles ist in Französisch!” she said, laughing at their on-going language dilemma.
She looked so pretty when she laughed. “Du bist sehr schöne,” he said, telling her how lovely she was.
She sat up straight, looking at him, eyes sparkling. “Danke,” she said, then surprised him by kissing his cheek.
“Nein, nein. Hier (no, no, here),” he said, pointing to his lips.
She shook her finger, giving him a naughty-boy look.
Grinning, he placed his palms together as if praying, but it was actually more like begging. “Bitte (please).”
She sat there, looking him over. Was she considering it? Then, to his everlasting delight, she placed a hand on either side of his face and pulled him into a kiss. It was no run-of-the-mill kiss either. Here was a German girl French kissing an American. How international could things get? And man was it ever a good one.
She finally broke it, and leaned back, eyes sparkling. “Besser?” she said, coyly asking if that one had been better.
He cleared his throat. “Oh yeah,” he said, nodding. “Sehr viel besser.”
“Hey, what about me?” Trey complained.
His pained expression made translating his words unnecessary. Giggling, she pulled him close and laid a lip-lock on him too, seemingly enjoying their improvised game.
While the two kissed, Dan checked her out. The way she was dressed, with an open-necked blouse, full skirt, with clogs and white socks, she looked like she’d stepped right out of some German travel brochure. She had nice tits too. Although not enormous, they did a more than adequate job of filling out that blouse.
After breaking Trey’s kiss, she sat there, turning her head back and forth between them with an expectant look on her face.
“Mehr (more),” Dan said, pointing to his mouth again.
Grinning, she said, “OK.”
Wrapping her arms around him, she pressed her tongue into his mouth, giving him another of her torrid kisses. He brought a hand up to her cheek, caressing it while they kissed. He slowly lowered it, his fingers gliding down to her collar bone. Dare he go lower?
Taking advantage of her distraction, the ever-aggressive Trey slipped her blouse off her shoulder and began kissing her bared skin. She turned toward him, giving him that same naughty-boy shake of her finger she’d given Dan earlier. But when Trey pulled her into another kiss, she eagerly accepted it, leaving her shoulder exposed.
Encouraged by the fact she’d left her blouse dangling, Dan tugged her blouse off the shoulder nearest him too and proceeded to kiss it. He, however, didn’t limit his kisses to her shoulder. Tugging on her blouse, he ever so slowly lowered it, kissing his way down her chest as he did so. The soft swell of her breasts came into view. Dragging his tongue along it, he pulled her blouse down and over her bra, exposing her tits. Continuing to lick, he wormed his tongue inside her bra and licked one very swollen aureole.
With her lips still locked with Trey’s, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, all while still kissing Trey.
Delighted by her acquiescence, Dan lifted away her bra, exposing two marvelous orbs, each with a delightfully protruding nipple at its center. Reaching across her body, he tweaked her far tit between thumb and forefinger and took the nearest one into his mouth; kissing it; licking it; and chewing on it.
“Das fühlt so gut,” she purred, sitting up, finally breaking Trey’s kiss.
It offered Trey his first glimpse of her bared chest. Apparently, he’d been unaware of Dan’s shenanigans. His eyes went wide. “I want me some of that too,” he said, dropping his mouth to the tit nearest him.
Sighing, Birgit leaned back, watching them suckle her. “Mm-m, Ja, ja, so schön.”
Her squirming hips made it clear how hot to trot their little Fraulein was. Dan’s hand dropped to her thigh. Rubbing it up along its soft inner flesh, he worked his hand under her skirt. After worming his finger under her thong, he thrummed her clit, stoking her fires, readying her for what he hoped would come next.
Seeing what Dan was up to, Trey lifted her dress up above her waist, and started working her thong down her thighs. Birgit raised her hips, helping him divest her of it, then kicked off her shoes and parted her thighs, granting them total access. Save for the blouse and skirt she had bunched around her waist; they’d stripped her naked. And what a glorious sight it was.
While Dan continued to tease and lubricate her slit, Trey slipped a finger up and into her love hole. “Gott!” she cried, her hips lurching. Clearly relishing what they were doing to her, her hands dropped to their laps, groping for their cocks.
After briefly rubbing Dan’s through his pants, her hand went to his belt, fumbling with its buckle as best she could with only one hand. Ever the gentleman, he undid it for her, and pulled his pants down below his knees. Her hand slid inside his boxer’s fly. Grabbing hold of his cock, pulled it into the open, stroking it. A quick glance in Trey’s direction showed she’d just done the same for him.
“This chick’s beyond ready,” Trey said. “Let’s lay her down.”
Twisting her so she was on her knees, facing Dan, Trey moved behind her. Stripping off what remained of her garments, he stuck his head between her thighs and started licking her pussy, evoking a, “Ja, ja, ja, ja!” from her.
That was fine for Trey, but what about him? Placing his hand on the back of her head, he brought her face down to his lap. “Nein!” she said, shaking her head.
“Ja,” he countered, pushing her down on his cock.
She remained there, refusing to open her mouth. He saw movement behind her. Having stripped off his own clothes, Trey was kneeling behind her, cock in hand. Pulling her to him, he thrust it up inside of her.
“Gott im Himmel (God in heaven)!” she screeched as he buried himself deep within her. Wiggling that pretty little ass of hers in circles, she chanted, “So gut! So gut! So gut!”
This time when Dan pushed down on her face, she didn’t resist. Mouth open, she gobbled it in. Strangely, she didn’t suck it, but merely held it in her mouth. With Trey’s every ensuing thrust, she’d let out a moan, taking in slightly more of Dan’s cock each time she did it. Although not your ordinary blow job, just having it in her mouth nonetheless felt terrific. Gagging, she jerked her head up. But her gaze never left his cock. After taking a breath or two, she lowered her head again and took him back in. She kept pushing her mouth lower and lower, not stopping until her lips finally pressed against his pubic hairs. She’d taken all of him in. Her soft, “Mm-m,” told him that had been her goal.
Trey was fucking her like crazy by now, evoking non-stop moans from her that had her throat vibrating around his cock.
“Christ, I’m almost there!” Trey moaned. Then, letting out a whoop, he pinned her to him, crying, “Oh yeah, here we go! Papa’s cumming!”
Birgit ground her ass back at him, her moans tickling Dan’s cock in a most delightful way.
Spent, Trey pulled out. “I’m guessing you want some of this too?”
“Hell yeah,” Dan answered, rising to his feet.
Birgit remained there on her knees, resting on her forearms, saying nothing as the two men traded places, growing vocal again the instant Dan slipped is cock inside of her.
He took his time, not wanting the joy of fucking this sweet thing to end too soon, but judging from the way she was grinding back at him, Birgit didn’t share his opinion. “Fick mich, Dan. Fick mich gut. Lass mich kommen.”
He wasn’t 100% sure how that translated, but hearing her call out his name, he was pretty sure she was encouraging him to make her cum. Despite wanting to take his time, her cry of, “Komm mit mir!” took him over the edge. He emptied his seed inside of her, her vibrating pussy milking him to tender coos of, “Ja, ja, ja.”
They showered together afterwards. But soaping down one another’s naked bodies soon had them aroused again. Pulling Birgit to him, Dan dipped low enough to position his cock between her legs. As he straightened back up, his cock slipped into her wetness. With her mouth full of his tongue, there were no ja ja’s this time.
It was then Trey entered the fray. Spinning her ass towards him, he pushed his erect cock against her nether hole. Her former ja’s became, “Nein, nein, niens.” Ignoring her pleas, he pushed himself into her anyway.
Each ensuing nein sounded less and less convincing, ceasing altogether about the tenth time Trey thrust himself into her. While Dan kissed her, Trey reached around to pinch her nipples. What had once been nein, nein, nein became, Ja, ja. Fick mich, fick mich, fick mich, as their two stiffened cocks pummeled her side-by-side love holes in delighted fury. Was there ever a more glorious sound than having a woman beg you to fuck her in some foreign language? Finally, her entire body trembling, she climaxed.
They did too.
Afterwards, they toweled one another off. They guys dried her first, after which she did them. She took an inordinate time drying their cocks, her tender ministrations getting the predictable result. Despite each of them having cum twice in the last half hour, a giggling Birgit soon had both of their cocks standing tall.
It was too much for Trey. Scooping her into his arms, he carried his laughing Fraulein out of the bathroom and headed for her room. When she saw where he was taking her, she laughed, saying, “Nein nein. Es ist zu früh” (no, no, it is too soon).“
Trey plopped her onto the bed, and parking himself between her outstretched thighs, quickly proved to her it wasn’t too soon at all.
None of them got in nearly as much skiing as they’d planned that week, opting instead for more intimate indoor sporting. After all, given the limitations of their language barrier, what else was there to do?
13 comments
Very good story.
Ja to Birgit!!!
Here's to Air BNBing it, You can always just enjoy skiing the French Alps if the roomie situation isn't asfortuitous!
Makes we want to go skiing in the Alps!
Ja, ja, ja !!!!
How long did this go on for? The whole week?
That was just the first day.
Would like to know the woman in this story; absolutely so beautiful and delicious looking
Why can't that happen to me?
Very SEXY!! 😍🔥🤩
What a great story! Too hell with skiing!!
Wow!-I think I might give Airbnb a try sometime