Sophia

A further encounter from the anonymous author, which I publish on his behalf.

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Sophia

Frankfurt - 37

The following encounter took place in Frankfurt, Germany, along with another on a different occasion. The theme of this blog is 'water sports'.

Anyone who has ever said the Germans are not fun had never met Sophia.

It was around the time I first became involved in pharmaceuticals - I have an operation in Denmark through our companies. I was due to meet a man called Dieter, in Germany, to discuss our taking over his company and merging it with the Danish set up, This was to give us a toehold in the largest European market and within the Eurozone. Dieter has since become a great friend.

We were to meet I think on the Friday of that week, so I flew from London to Frankfurt on the Tuesday. The reason behind that was several fold. I had once worked for a few weeks in the City in the 1980's in banking, I wanted to explore the City and I needed to see my bankers there before the meeting. As it turned out all three aspects combined into one, in the beautiful form of Sophia.

I arrived late morning at Frankfurt Airport and made my way to the hotel I had booked. There are plenty of steel and glass hotels in Frankfurt but I chose the Kempinski Gravenbruch.

I spent the afternoon getting my bearings again then phoned the bank to confirm the meeting next morning. Dined alone at the hotel that night and went to bed after a nightcap at the bar. To move things along I will shorten the story here somewhat.

Attended the bank next morning at ten. Documentation re takeover required my signature and attestation. To be delivered that evening for signature etc. 

I expected a man to arrive with the papers but a smartly dressed woman in her early forties turned up with a small briefcase. I received a call in my room and went down to meet the bank's representative.

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She introduced herself as Müller. Efficient as you would expect, all the necessary documents had yellow signature tabs and fairly quickly we set too with completing the documents. My German is passable; her English was perfect although, naturally, accented.

Business completed she put the documents in her briefcase - I had noted that she wore no rings, so I suggested a drink to 'celebrate' completion of thsi stage of the deal. She agreed and gradually her professional face dropped away and we were smiling and chatting at the bar. Her name was Sophia.

She sat sideways onto me on the bar stool and me likewise. She wore a gray business suit with the skirt just above her knees as she sat. The jacket she had undone revealing a white blouse which was generously filled with her breasts. Like all women she knew I found her attractive from the way I looked at her. she pulled her stool closer so her knees were just inside my legs. She was single and had been for several years having buried herself in her work after a poor relationship with a German guy.

We had another drink and I suggested dinner - I already had a table booked. She was coming onto me quite strongly and as a result readily agreed. I think she was lonely....in fact... later I found out she was.

Dinner was good and wholesome washed down by an excellent wine, I think from memory it was a Pauillac.

We lingered over coffee and then Sophia suggested she stay the night. Forward on her part but not a surprise and she was a great looking woman. She knew I was single, too - widowed and with nobody with any sort of commitment in tow.

Given that we had both had a long working day a shower was called for. I always booked a double room back then even though generally I was the sole intended occupant and paid the necessary extra. Partly for the space and partly for any possible 'entertaining'.

Consequently given the hotel, the bathroom and shower were excellent, Sophia enjoyed  it greatly as can be seen below.... and I helped her with all that foam. Rubbing it all over was a pleasure.

Frankfurt Am Rhein

Foam-less but very sexy

Naturally, we slept together that night and made love twice before sleep and once the following morning. 

(Note for LL - She had great boobs LL. In fact looking back over, what I now term, my 'playboy' days I have handled some great 'assets'. From pert to large from thirties through to early fifties. In the Richter scale of such attributes where 10 is best I guess you scored a 5/6 due to the 'southward heading' nature of yours. Even in your late forties they had lost their firmness.

Never mind you both have plenty to cuddle now!)

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Photographs in this blog have been edited to preserve anonymity, but are concurrent with the events told in this account. All photos are taken by the narrator and are copyright. ©