I was a shopgirl in a men’s clothing store in Germany when I was a student there. Just for context, it was often so slow in the shop I would lock the door and masturbate behind the counter just to pass the time. One day, I was there, bored as usual, listening to the radio, waiting for a customer, when he came in. He was tall, like really big and broad. He had short wavy brown hair and sweet brown eyes ringed with long lashes. He was the perfect balance of gentle and manly. Needless to say, I perked up immediately. He was looking for a new pair of pants. I gave him a few to try on, but none of them were long enough. We laughed about how he looked with high waters on, and he told me he can never find clothes that fit. Meanwhile, aIl could think about was what was under those too-short pants.

When it was clear nothing we had in the shop would fit him, he left, though I could tell he was reluctant to do so. But a few minutes later, he was back with a piece of strawberry pie from the bakery next door. And he had written his name and phone number on the paper the pie was wrapped in. So sweet!

The next day, I plucked up my courage to call him. He was really happy to hear from me and we set up a date for the next night. I was so excited for our date. I chose a short ruffled skirt, a big sweater and my trusty oxblood Doc Martens. I was the perfect grunge girl.

He picked me up at my apartment and we went to the restaurant he had picked out. Over dinner we talked, feeling closer and closer as the night went on. His big arms and hands had me so excited I was wet through my skirt. I could see him adjusting his crotch and I knew he was getting hard for me as we looked at each other across the table.

Then there came the moment when we both knew we were going to leave our dinners unfinished because we had to get our hands on each other. Right. Now.

German waiters are notoriously slow, and it seemed like an eternity before he could get the bill paid.

When he finally got the bill paid, we rushed out, him walking a little funny, trying to press his erection down.

As we started the walk home, we stopped every few steps to kiss and press ourselves against each other. I could feel how hard he was and by this time, my pussy was soaked and throbbing.

He was so big and tall that he had to bend down to kiss me, and as I reached up to him, my back arched and my big tits pressed hard into his chest with a delicious pressure that made my nipples even harder.

There was no way we were going to make the 20 minute walk back to his apartment before we exploded, so we ducked into a dark little park. We found a very dark corner and fell into each other, not caring that someone might see. It was late, and we were in a quiet neighborhood so we felt pretty safe. He freed his beautiful cock from his pants (before it practically broke the zipper!) while I pulled my ruined panties down. He hoisted me up so I could wrap my legs around him and he pushed his cock inside. A few quick pushes and we were both there. His cum burst into me as I saw stars. I had been worried that his cock would be too big, but we were a perfect fit. Let me know if you want to read more of our adventures.