My story goes back 15 years now. I studied law in Göttingen, which paid off, by the way, because today I'm a pretty good criminal defense lawyer. My biggest problem back then was money. My father's check arrived punctually every month on the 28th, but by the 15th of the next month I had run out of money. The semester break had started, but the job I wanted to do wasn't due to start for another week. And I wanted to get out for a few days. So I pumped a friend and stood on the highway with 200 euros in cash.
Back then, I was a bit slimmer than I am today and a bit blonder, longer-haired and blue-eyed too. Although my parents had always warned me never to hitchhike, I gave it a try. I had unadulterated trust in people, even if they were complete strangers. Today, as a defense lawyer, this belief from back then helps me to convince the court of my clients' innocence.
So I stood there, in jeans and a super-long, oversized sweater, and waited. Porsches and other luxury cars drove past me. After 20 minutes, a Kadett finally pulled up. Since I hadn't even made it to a student-standard duck yet, I got in.
"Where are you going?" the man asked in a friendly manner. "Actually, I wanted to go to the south of France for a few days!" I replied in a well-behaved manner.
"I'm going to Brittany - for a few days too!" the gentleman told me. "We can drive a good distance together!"
I really liked him, even if he was a bit too old. Relaxing for a few days, forgetting about university before getting a job - a wonderful thought!
"You're a student," the man guessed correctly. "Yes, how can you tell?" I wanted to know.
"You look so intellectual," he thought and then told me his name. His name was Erich Jäger.
"Sabine Urban," I said and added: "You can call me by my first name!"
"Fine, but then you have to say you too!" he agreed.
He noticed my hesitation, looked at me briefly, smiled and asked: "Or am I too old for you as a buddy?"
"No, Erich!" I said firmly, thinking of my good upbringing.
Then we didn't talk for a while and I remembered daring hitchhiking stories from various girlfriends. Snippets of conversation like "... and then the guy put his right hand on my thigh and started groping!" and "... the horny goat headed for the nearest parking lot and wanted me to pay for the lift!" flashed through my head. "Well," I thought, "the girls were just unlucky!"
"Are you happy for us to drive through?" Erich suddenly asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"What do you mean?" I asked the counter-question.
"I almost have to get to Brest and I've slept for a good ten hours so I can get through it in one go!" he said. "And how do you want to drive?" I wanted to know.
"We'll drive via Cologne, cross the German-Belgian border in Liège, then drive into France via Maubeuge, then via Amiens. Well, wait, then comes the stretch of highway between Rouen and Caen. That's Normandy. We take it to Cherbourg and then on to Brest," he explained to me in detail.
"Sounds like you've driven this route several times before," I realized perceptively.
"That's right! Friends of mine have a country house just outside Brest where I take a short vacation a few times a year," he said.
"Fine, I agree!" I replied. "But if I have to - will you stop?" I wanted to know just to be on the safe side, as men often drive for hours once they're in the car, regardless of weak bladders.
"I'm only human!" came the reply with a smile. I was feeling the effects of the coffee I'd had in the morning, and we'd already been on the road for a good two hours at this point.
"Does that mean I should stop at the next rest stop?" he asked the crucial question.
I could have kissed him for his understanding.
"You know what, we'll stop at the next highway rest stop, have a bite to eat and do our human business!" Again, I could have hugged the man, who no longer seemed so old to me. We drove for another half an hour and were long past Cologne on our way to Liège. Fortunately, the highway service station wasn't a posh restaurant, just self-service. I was thinking about my wallet and didn't really want to eat anything. Without asking, Erich brought us a few sandwiches, coffee in plastic cups and some fruit.
"What can I give you, I mean you, as a share?" I asked.
"I would have preferred caviar - but you can't get that here. Of course you're my guest!" he said.
It tasted like caviar for being a gift meal. I had no idea about these expensive fish eggs anyway. Somehow Erich seemed like an old acquaintance to me. As if he had guessed my thoughts, he said: "You're as familiar to me as a friend!"

Invigorated and relieved, we got back into the Kadett. I soon fell asleep - simply because I felt safe and in good hands with Erich. At some point I was gently woken up. Maubeuge, border crossing. Drowsy, I realized that it was about my identity card. As soon as we had passed, I fell asleep again. I have never been able to sleep so long and so deeply in a moving car again. Later I wondered if Erich had put something in my coffee - but what possible reason could he have had? When I woke up, the sun was shining and the car was parked in front of a lovely white house. Erich was lying on the steering wheel with his arms folded, blinking at the house.

When I said, "Hello, how are you?" he turned to me, smiled and said, "Isn't it beautiful!"
"Is it the house?" I wanted to know and didn't respond to his observation.
"Yes, it is!" he replied and got out of the car, opened the gate and led me to the entrance. After he had unlocked it, I couldn't help but be amazed. From the hallway, you could see into a room with a fireplace, in front of which lay a fur - just like in the movies. What came next happened very quickly. I immediately felt at home, found the bathroom, showered, brushed my teeth and came into the room with the fireplace, dressed in a bathrobe. The curtains were open and Erich had lit the fireplace in broad daylight, lying on the fur, covered only with a kimono. I sat down next to him and knew exactly what was about to happen. We were so familiar in our movements and looks, didn't speak a word, just understood each other.

The comfort and warmth left room for a lust that had been foreign to me until then. When he undid the belt of the bathrobe and placed his hand between my thighs, it was completely natural. Erich freed himself from the kimono and pulled me onto the fur, laid me on my back and sat on top of me. His thighs pressed my legs together. He closed his eyes as he moved.
"You're so wonderfully tight!" he whispered and paused, only to continue his rhythm immediately afterwards. My middle joined him rhythmically. For the first time, I realized how I could work and play with my muscles. My abdomen awoke to mature eroticism and I felt that I was a real woman. Like waves rippling on the beach, I felt my climax approaching.

Erich's thigh pressure eased, he bent my legs and placed them on his shoulders to feel me even more My buttocks were in his strong hands.
As if I had been freed from shackles and chains, I enjoyed my new freedom, whimpered, sighed, let his tail dance inside me and fell into an unprecedented intoxication of the senses. Released and hot, we rolled around on the fur, intertwined as if we had grown together. Erich kissed my watery eyes. And when he placed his mouth on mine, his lips tasted of the salt of my orgiastic tongues.
We were still together and I could feel his potency growing inside me again. With every movement he made, a new orgasm strung together like pearls on a necklace.
Then it was silent. Only the crackling of the burning wood in the fireplace reminded us where we were, that the journey had been exhausting for Erich and that I was hungry enough to eat a whole wild boar. There was no question that we spent the few days of our vacation together - and they were unique and unforgettable for me.

"French Cravings" from "Sex on Vacation" published by: ORION / Carl Stephenson Publishers

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