Danke schön! - Nein!!!

He was completely German. I imagine him standing listening to a Nazi officer talk about the Aryan race. He was 6 foot 4 inches. ..a solid 250 pounds...blond hair...blue eyes...barely spoke English.

I met him at a dance club. I hate going to those damn places. After about an hour of dancing my knees were shot. I was sitting at the bar when he approached me. In his broken English he asked if I wanted a drink. I looked him up and down.

"No, I want to leave." He asked me to show him the skyline. I laughed, it was 1:30 a.m. We ended up at a city park around 4:30 a.m. to watch the sunrise over the city.

As we sat in the bed of my truck, he pressed his lips against mine. It was clumsy, but hell, I didn't mind. It was human touch. His big hands cupped my tits. His coarse fingers twisted my nipples. As his mouth devoured me, his hand slid down the front of my jeans. I lay back to make the access easier. And damn if there wasn't a rock underneath the blanket.

"Stop, hold on," I panted, as I pushed him off of me. I reached under the blanket to get the rock. after I chucked it over the side of the truck, I turned back toward him. He was gone. I looked around, and he was climbing into the front seat.

"What are you doing?" I asked impatiently.
"I understand..you say no..I stop." I spent 10 minutes trying to explain about the rock, but his broken understanding of the English language stopped all communication. I tried to initiate the kissing again, but he pulled away.

I finally gave up. I took him back to his friend's apartment. I went home, completely frustrated. What would help get rid of this frustration? Luckily for me, I had just purchased a Thunder Vibe from a toy party I had went to the week before.

I wasn't frustrated after that...but I think I will stick to English boys from now on.