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A slim, attractive brunette was standing on the porch in a short blue sleeveless romper, her brown hair pulled back in a pony tail. " I grinned, climbing out of the car and waving as she trotted out to meet me.She was something to look at, I thought, trying my best not to stare. " she said cheerily in an almost perfect American accent, with just a hint of her native German around the edges. " As she brushed a wisp of hair away from her face, a pair of dazzling deep blue eyes shone brightly back at me. We quickly greeted each other with the traditional kiss on the cheek, and then she helped me unload my bags and led me inside. Elli owned a small dacha, or getaway cottage, as so many Germans did, and on a whim, I had reserved it a week earlier through a vacation rental site.I stood stunned, my voice coming in guttural starts and stops, no words forming. I gripped my cock impulsively through the fabric of my shorts.
"I don't have much money, but I would like to afford something bigger at some point soon." I watched her pretty freckled face as she talked, realizing suddenly that, against my first instincts, I might actually enjoy sharing a tight space with this alluring girl.
I glanced down at her smooth legs, her pale thighs tapering to shapely calves, a cute pair of red sneakers on her feet. "A real whore." "No, Elli, not at all..." I moved in a daze across the room to the bed and sat down next to her. For several seconds neither of us moved or blinked. From above freckled cheeks, her blue eyes bore through me.