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Copyright 2005 Caroline Hunter. All Rights Reserved.
I looked out of the camper van window at the long row of cars speeding down the autobahn - in true German fashion a long line of large Mercedes, BMWs and Audis was travelling at speeds approaching 200km an hour in the centre lane. Renate was driving the camper van at a more leisurely pace, well more accurately as fast as it would go which was not very fast. We were on our way from Cologne to Baden Baden and expected to arrive by lunchtime, which would give us time to set up our show ands get dressed before the show in the Casino hall in the spa complex that evening. Renate had shown us before we left Cologne the article from the Baden Baden paper about us which featured me in a long sparkling evening gown with a slit up to my thighs - "Du bist ein Star Caroline!" she said, smiling at me.
I had now been on tour with the group for nearly 4 weeks - we had made our way slowly across North West Germany, had spent a week in Cologne and were now booked for a week in the Casino in Baden Baden, a lovely old spa resort in South West Germany just near the French border. I was enjoying myself immensely - the pleasure of being made up into an attractive woman wearing splendid costumes was great, Renate had said to me on my first day that I looked hooked on being a woman and I couldn't agree with her more. I had had to learn how to walk in high heels, how to sit in a ladylike fasion and how to carry myself on stage, and now these habits came more or less naturally. During the day as we were travelling we wore jeans and t shirts and were not in full drag but on Heidi's advice I had my hair styled in a feminine fashion ( a bob) and wore light make up. People I met during the day didn't quite know how to take me but Renate looked after me and made sure there was no trouble. Heidi and I had become good friends - after the shows she and I had had fun flirting with male admirers, but even though I had gone on to dance in a disco with Jurgen the first night I had not gone any further - I was still not sure what my sexuality was, even if I knew I loved being a woman.
We arrived at the spa complex, took our bags and walked into the hotel next to the Casino. The Casino had reserved for us a dormitory room at the back of the hotel for the 4 of us to sleep in - no privacy but it was a large room with plenty space to relax in - and full of mirrors, just what a drag queen needs! When we were settled in Renate took us through the changes to the show she had outlined in the van. Because we were appearing on a big open stage rather than the small stages we were used to she had added a couple of extra scenes, including one where Heidi, Ursual and I wore showgirls costumes with feathers to parade around Renate singing a French cabaret number. She also told us that after the show we would be expected to go around the tables offering to dance with the clients - of either sex! and to do that we would need cocktail dresses. She pulled out from a dress bag two lovely cocktail dresses - a yellow one for Heidi and a shocking pink one for me - strapless and just below the knee. We tried them on and enjoyed the glamorurous look, I couldn't wait until after the show.
The show itself went like a dream. Appearing on the big stage was a very different experience from the small bar stages we had been used to - now that I had confidence I loved the opportunity to sashay and dance more expressively, using the full width of the stage. I also enjoyed seeing the glamourous audience, men in black or white dinner jackets, women in glamorous cocktail and long dresses. I couldn't help noticing how a party of French military officers make a lot of appreciative noise during the showgirl cabaret number and also clapped loudly after the Charles Aznavour song.
After the show Heidi and I got changed eagerly into our new dresses, freshened up our make up, restyled our hair and walked through to the audience. Renate had told them that we were coming through and I was immediately called over the the French officer's table. Because I had been brought up in Belgium I spoke French, so I enjoyed a funny exchange with them pretending I was a glamorous French woman and allowing the jokers in the party to try out all the jokes about "travestis" that they had been thinking of during the show. Most of them seemed to treat it as a joke, but one guy, a stocky guy called Olivier, seemed more reflective and invited me to dance. As we danced slowly together he told me that the group were just back from an adventure training exercise on Kerguelen, a French island near the Antarctic in the South Indian Ocean, where they had spent 1 month on exercise in the ice fields and moutains practising survival skills. This was their first night back in their barracks just outside Baden Baden and they were letting out much of the frustration they had felt during the 3 months altogether they had been away. The dance came to an end and I was invited to another table, but as I walked away I noticed Olivier give me a smile and that he was still looking at me intently as I was sitting with a group at another table.
After another dance - with a German woman this time - I looked over and saw that the French party was gone. A waiter then brought a note for me to my table - I opened it up and saw it was from Olivier, inviting me to meet him outside. I excused myself, took my cashmere coat from the hatcheck stand and walked out through the main door into the spa courtyard. Olivier was waiting for me under the arch. He saw me, put his arms around me and gave me a kiss. He then put his arm around my shoulder and took me for a walk through into a deserted courtyard with statues and a fountain. The moonlight was streaming over the fountain in the centre of the courtyard and he took me there. He told me that he had been captivated by me and had slipped away from his friends who had gone off to a disco, saying that he was tired and wanted to go to bed. He told me that he could not tell them that he liked me - homosexuality was proscribed under the French military code. I discovered that he was married but his wife had left him during his three months trip. She had left a note for him in his aprartment in the barracks. He was still coming to terms with this, but this evening he had found that being close to me had given him a great boost to his self esteem. He put his arms around me and we kissed beside the statue. The feeling of kissing a strong, passionate man was overwhelming and I responded eagerly, putting my hands around his back and caressing him. I then felt his penis harden against my abdomen and moved my hand round to start to carress it. "Pas ici" he said, "come back to my room, I want to make love to you..."
We walked to his car and drove a short distance out of town, his hand resting on my leg all the way. When we got to his barracks he led me to his flat up a back stair way, telling me to keep quiet. We got into his flat, took our coats off and embraced passionately. I aksed him to take my dress off, which he did carefully, then he picked me up in his arms and took me through to the bedroom.
Olivier lifted me onto the bed and pulled my panties down. He reached over to lubricate his fingers in the KY gel which had been sitting next to the bed and slowly pushed one, then two fingers into my bottom. I gasped slowly, then loudly as he started moving around inside me. The feeling was a strange mixture of pain, the feeling I was needing the toilet and pleasure - when he put his third finger in and pushed deeper he suddenly hit a point which gave me a shudder of delight. After several minutes I was relaxing, he gave me a full kiss on my lips then asked me to help him on with a condom. I slowly unrolled the condom around his rigid cock, then he turned me round, grabbed my hips with both his hands and slowly but surely penetrated me with his cock. I screamed with a mixture of pain and delight. I grabbed the headboard on the bed to stabilise myself and looked over to the mirror where I could see his full body thrusting into mine with great care and dexterity. His handsome face had a smiling but determined expression. He began to fuck me steadily, carefully but deeply, making sure that as he went in and out he gave me the full pleasure that I was looking for. Suddenly he shuddered, grabbed me tight and came long and hard inside me. It was the most incredible feeling I had ever had. Slowly I let his cock come out of me, I turned round, put my arms round his shoulder and gave him a deep passionate kiss.
He put his hands round my buttocks and lifted me on top of him. Our bodies pressed against each other. We kissed and caressed our bodies for what seemed like an eternity, then we both noticed at the same time that our cocks were touching and were getting stiff together. I put my hand round both together and slowly carressed them. We both began panting , we pressed together hard, suddenly we both came together with a force I had never experienced before. We then lay down and fell asleep in each others arms.
I woke up the next morning with the sunlight streaming in through the window. I got up, and went to the sink, took off my wig and washed my face, made myself look better by putting on some light make up as Heidi had shown me during these long van journeys. I also washed my tummy and bottom, dried and went back to lie in bed. Some minutes later Olivier came in wearing his sports gear can carrying a flask of coffee and a bag of croissants. He came over and gave me a big hug in bed, saying he had had the best night he had ever had. Even though he'd had to get up at dawn for a run with his colleagues he had been floating on air, he'd done what he had always wanted to do by making love to a travesti. I told him that it was a first for me too, I was pleased that we had both found each other since the experience had been so intense. He poured me coffee and gave me a croissant, then said he would have to run as he was expected at work very shortly. He gave me a kiss on the lips and said he hoped to see me again one day. He would be spending a few months in Berlin soon, he hoped to see me there if my tour went there. he asked me to take care when I left the room not to be seen.
I finished the coffee and croissant, then got up and put on my clothes. It was strange putting on the bright cocktail dress and high heels during the day, I decided not to wear the wig and pulled the coat tight around me so as not to appear too flamboyant. I grabbed my purse and walked as quietly as I could along the corridor and down the stairs, walked out into the street and walked quickly back to the Casino. When I got into the dormitory room Heidi was just waking up, took a look at me and said "well darling, you have the most almighty smile upon your face..."
to be continued