I was in Germany on business. I was newly divorced. I had not had sex for over a year. Unless you count the solitary kind. But that was fine. Miss palm was my first love and has served me well since that first time in my early teens. I am a wanker and proud of it. I'm good at it, I've had plenty of practice. And it's the safest sex possible. I have never kept count, but I have probably averaged twice a day, usually morning and evening, since that very first time. Even when I had a girl friend, even when I was married. The only exceptions are illness, which is rare, and the situation that I was in now, with important meetings requiring all my energy. I speak fluent German, one of the reasons I was chosen for the job. But it is still a second language, when others at the meeting speak, I need to be able to detect subtleties, nuances. So no morning wank. I hadn't last night either and I had had only one drink, after dinner. I was looking forward to both tonight. The bar was crowded, all tables occupied and people standing at the bar. I scanned for a space. My attention was drawn to what appeared to be an argument between an attractive, well dressed woman sitting at the bar, and a fat bloke leaning over her. They were speaking English. Normally, I would avoid any kind of altercation, domestic or otherwise. It was none of my business. Something in this situation though, triggered my inner gentleman. The woman was saying; "No, go away, leave me alone." The man, obviously drunk, was having none of it. I walked over, kissed the woman on the cheek and apologised for keeping her waiting. Then I held out myhand to the man, as if to shake hands, and said; "Are you going to introduce us darling?" My heart was pounding in my chest, he was big, he could have made mincemeat of me. He seemed to swell up, his face like thunder. He muttered a german obscenity, turned and lurched away. We watched him go. As he left, a group vacated a nearby table. I took the woman's elbow and guided her to it. She looked perplexed, but sat down and said; "Thank you, that was getting nasty." A waiter apeared and began to clear the table. He said that he would come back for our order. I waited for him to go, then explained; "The convention here is that if you want to be alone, sit at a table. If you sit at the bar, you must be on the pull." She let it sink in, then smiled; "What makes you think that I'm not." "Wedding ring." I replied. "Didn't deter him." She grinned. The waiter returned. She said that she had left a G and T at the bar. I ordered another, and an Ansbach for myself. "What's an Ansbach?" She asked. "German brandy," I explained. "The good ones are very good." She asked the waiter for one of those instead, saying as he left; "You're a regular here then?" I said that I was. "You?" I asked. "First time. First time here anyway. I travel a bit back home but this is my first in Germany." She said that her name was Marie. We spent a couple of hours together, she was charming and amusing. And married. We didn't drink much, although I broke my self-imposed one drink rule. We just seemed to click. Eventually, she said that she should go. She had an early meeting and was nervous about it. I walked her to her room. She opened her door, turned to me and said; "Thank you for rescuing me and thank you for the evening, I enjoyed it." She gave me a little goodnight kiss and turned away. Then she hesitated and turned back. "Look," she said. "I'm a married woman and I love my husband. I can't let you fuck me, but I'll suck you off if you like." To say that I was gobsmacked would be the understatement of the century. I stood, open mouthed, speechless, before managing to stammer; "Er, yes. Yes please. Yes, I'd like that very much." She smiled and led the way into her room. "Give me a minute." She said, and went into the bathroom. I went into the bedroom, identical to mine. Having never been in this situation before, I didnt know what to do. I hung my jacket on the back of a chair and sat on the bed. Should I strip? Lie on the bed naked, cock standing like a flagpole? Or just wait? She emerged from the bathroom and it was my second go at being speechless. Her dress was gone, and her bra. All she wore was sexy knickers and, wait for it, yes, stockings with a suspeder belt. She must have been ten years younger than me, but her tits were full and firm. I gaped and gulped, then remembered my manners and stood up. She must have thought that she had picked up the village idiot. "Which part did you wany sucked," she said sweetly. "Are you going to let me see it?" I started to undo my shirt buttons. She stepped forward and undid my belt, unzipped me and slid her hand down the front of my pants. Giving it a good grope, she grinned; "Nothing to be shy about." I'm about six and a half inches, or in Germany, about sixteen point five centimetres, and proportionately thick. Uncircumcised. Nothing to write home about, but as she said, nothing to be ashamed of either. Between us, we removed my clothes. Without any further preamble she went for my cock. It was wonderful to feel someone else's hand on after so long, but I was more than ready for launch, thirty six hours without an ejaculation is like a lifetime for me. I was concerned about getting a speeding ticket. She gave it thorough examination, both visually and by feel. It was the most delicious agony imaginable. Seemingly happy with what she saw, she finally pulled my foreskin right back, revealing my straining purple plum, a large tear in its single eye. She swept it away with the tip of her tongue and then engulfed as much as she could, taking me down her throat. My body jerkked and I cried out in surprise. She stayed that way for several long, wonderful seconds, then slowly released me. She smiled up at me then began to kiss and lick every part of it, slowly running her parted lips along the underside ridge, lightly grazing it with her teeth until she reached my balls. These got the same treatment, kissing and licking. She took each one into her mouth in turn, swirling her tongue around the sensitive globes. I was unable to reach anything but her head, I would have loved to fondle her tits as she sucked me, or caress what I as sure would be a perfect cunt. I just whimpered as she teased me. She kissed her way back along my shaft and ran her tongue around the flange where the shaft joins the glans. With the glans in her mouth, she looked up at me again. Her eyes were smiling, she was enjoying this. Then she began to suck. Oh! Hold the front page! What a sucker! I had never experienced anything like it. I held out for as long as I could, I wanted it never to stop. But I was doomed, here it came. I touched her face and said simply; "Coming." She again fixed me with those hazel eyes. Eyes that said; "Yes." It was a mega-cum. I fired blast after blast of pent-up spunk into the back of her throat. I pumped, she gulped. But it was to much, it escaped at the corners of her mouth to trickle lava-like down her chin. When my spasms finished, she released me and swallowed, then licked the trickles from the corner of her mouth. She moved up the bed to lie by my side. I put my arm round her. There was a smear of cum on her cheek. I thanked her and tried to kiss her, to lick away my dregs. She turned her head away. "No kissing," she said. "Kissing is for lovers." I removed the smudge from her cheek with my finger and licked it off. She seemed surprised at that. "Nice?" She asked. "The finest vintage." I replied. She laughed. "I know, she said. "I've had some. Lots of it. You really needed that didn't you." I certainly had. We lay quiet for a few minutes. I carefully cupped a tit. She didn't stop me. She said; "Better than lying in an empty bed wanking." Where had this woman been all my life? I agreed that it was, a million times better. We were quiet again. I think perhaps I wanted to shock her, I said; "But to be honest, I do enjoy a good wank." "She giggled. "So do I. In fact, I'm a bit of an addict." She said. It fell quiet again. Then she said; "Are you married?" "Divorced." "You'll know all about wanking then?" "I'm one of the worlds experts." She giggled again. Then; "I've never told anybody this before, but I sometimes do it six or seven times a day. It's cyclic of course, but when I'm in the mood…" I was envious. Six times a day? As a teenager perhaps. I said so. She said; "How do you like to..?" "Well," I replied. "With my hand." She laughed. "You can buy gadgets." She said. "Is that what you do," I asked. "Use toys?" "I own a few," she said. "But I prefer my fingers. My husband likes to watch. I like to watch him too, I like to see it shoot. We have a very good sex life." "But you still masturbate six times a day." I said. "Yes. I like D.I.Y. Doing it in the ladies at work, doing it when I'm driving, on the tube, on a bus. Naughty but nice." "Would you like me to do you now?" She seemed shocked. "No." She said. There was another long silence, then; "But you can watch me do it, if you like." Oh, I liked alright. She skimmed off her knickers, her pubes were neatly trimmed. She turned top to tail, giving me a grandstand view. Her cunt gaped slightly, she was wide and wet. "No touching," she reminded me. "Eyes only." She didn't say that I couldn't touch myself though. She started by teasing apart her wet lips, her prominent clit shone like a jewel in the low light. She teased the inner lips with her fingers, then touched her clit. Rubbing it slowly at first, speeding up so that her fingers were a blur. She didn't finger- fuck herself, it was all external. All too soon her body stiffened as the first shock hit her, then she bucked wildly as her spasms racked her. She squirmed right way round again and said; "Was it good for you?" I waved my erection at her and replied; "See for yourself." "No," she said. " You see to yourself. I've shown you mine, show me yours." I had never in my life been asked to wank for someone else's pleasure. I tried to match the show that she had given me, but really, it's just a matter of grabbing a handful and shaking, very pleasant for the subject, but hardly a spectacle. She seemed to like it though. Especially when I came. Fortunately, it was another good one, jet after jet spraying my reclining body, some hit my face, some hit hers and the tit closest to me. I even hit the headboard. "Impressive." She said, licking cum from her lips. She wiped it from her tit with a finger and held the finger to my face. To her obvious delight, I sucked her finger clean. She licked the rest off me as lay recovering, wondering if this was all an erotic dream, when was I going to wake up? She lay beside me. "How long are you here for?" She asked. "Tonight and tomorrow night," I said. You?" She nodded. I reached across to fondle a tit. If she had allowed me, I'm sure that I would have summoned up enough to be able to fuck her. But I had an idea. "You said no fucking and no kissing," I said. "What about kisses on the cunt?" She went rigid. I had blown it. But then she relaxed and said; "I'd like that." Jackpot! I love to suck cunt. Sometimes I think that being forced to choose between sucking and being sucked, I would choose the former. I raised myself and took a nipple into my mouth. No objection. Tit kisses were also approved. I feasted on each in turn before kissing my way down her body to the prime target. I had forgotten just how good cunt tastes. She was rich, sweet and salty at the same time. I licked and kissed and sucked, I forced my tongue deep inside and scoured her. She juiced profusely, I drank deeply from her. She came all to quickly, even more powerfully than her self-induced one. I wanted to fuck hereven more. I was in love. She threw me out. She said that she had to sleep, she had an important meeting the next day. She put on a robe to show me out. Before I left, I asked; "Will you masturbate again tonight?" She smiled that wicked smile. "Possibly," she said. "You?" I laughed. "I wish," I replied. "I'm a wanker, not Superman. One more question, will you marry me?" "I'm spoken for," she said. " But if you're very good, I'll have dinner with you tomorrow. Afterwards, we'll see. Now fuck off." I too, needed the sleep. But I didn't get it. I really was in love. Why me? I was probably the only Englishman there and I had rescued her, but… If she had been on the pull, she could have had her pick. Business hotels are soulless places, there is usually jollity in the bar, probably spurious, salesmen being salesmen. And usually a serious shortage of females. Apart from the usual cohort of professionals. Was it really just serendipity? And that mouth! I had not been sucked for years, and never like that. I was married for three years, including the divorce year. She was my biggest ever mistake. I was cunt-struck. When I first met her, she was up for anything, oral, anal, you name it. Soon after we married, it all stopped. She would suck my cock as a girlfriend, but not as a wife. And I came in her mouth only once and was roundly scolded for it. She was a total bitch. I didn't see Marie at breakfast. How I got through that morning meeting, I will never know, I could think of nothing but her. I was finished soon after lunch, contracts all signed. I could have cancelled the hotel and taken a flight home that evening. But there was that promise. I returned to the hotel and ordered coffee to be taken in the lobby, there were facilities there, and kept a vigil for her. At five o' clock, I began to have doubts. I asked if the lady in 420 had checked out and was told that she had, early that morning. I never saw her again. It took me five years to find another woman who could suck my cock like she had. And I married her.