Uschi

by Lesley Finch

  ‘Exactly. You’re half an hour away from seeing them stark naked, along with whatever treasures those two interns are hiding in their blouses. On the bed, quick.’

  Uschi ushered Roger from the chair where he’d only just collapsed and pointed to the bed, where he lay down, heart pounding, erection high and twitching. Uschi knelt beside him, back straight, chest out, her slim waist in attractive contrast to her rounded hips and bodacious, pale-nippled bust. And, with scant regard for the raw, sensitive condition of his penis, she grabbed its stiff, engorged bulk and proceeded to administer a brisk handjob.

  Roger stared in awe at Uschi’s perfectly formed globes as they wobbled in time with her masturbatory activity. The expression on her face was all business as she stroked Roger’s rigidity, calmly allowing his gaze to linger, uninhibited, on her ample bare bosom. She noticed that every time she applied an extra shimmy to her breasts, Roger’s erection pulsed and swelled beneath her fingers, and so she began to schedule intermittent jiggly boosts to Roger’s libido to expedite a climax which surely had to be happening soon.

  ‘Roger, close your eyes and imagine Kathrin is doing this to you. Kathrin, with her tits twice the size of mine.’ Still masturbating him, Uschi leaned across and jiggled her dense, soft breasts against the tip of his erection. Unsurprisingly, this had the intended effect of pushing him over the edge, and as she sat up again Roger came, relatively weakly, over his own face, chest, and stomach, the final spurts flowing down his shaft onto Uschi’s hand.

  And, at last, Roger’s erection began to wilt and shrivel. Uschi let go and wiped her gunged hand on Roger’s hairy thigh. She gave her bosom a final experimental jaunty wiggle. Still Roger’s penis withdrew in exhaustion.

  ‘Looks like we’ve drained you,’ said Uschi.

  Roger, pale, nodded. He had never orgasmed so powerfully and so many times in such a short period of time.

  ‘Let’s shower together, as a final test,’ suggested Uschi, hopping from the bed and trotting to the bathroom, bare bust eagerly leading the way.

  Roger stumbled after her. He felt like he would never cum again, ever.

  The hotel room shower, conveniently, was a spacious wetroom with more than enough capacity for the two unorthodox sexual partners.

  Uschi handed Roger one of two bars of soap. ‘Wash the spunk from my tits,’ she instructed, ‘And I’ll wash the spunk from your cock and balls. I’ve never known a man soap up these big boobs and not get hard, especially with my slippery hand on his dick!’ And thus she got to work. True enough, though Roger did his best to relish the licence to manhandle Uschi’s proud, perky breasts, squeezing them, fondling them, bouncing them up and down and side to side, his penis remained flaccid. Uschi ran a soapy hand up and down its floppy length, slapping it wetly this way and that. She massaged his tight, emptied scrotum with her other hand, mashing his genitals into a soapy jumble, but all Roger felt was discomfort and boredom.

  ‘Oh Roger,’ pouted Uschi through the raining water in mock-disappointment. ‘Is groping my naked soapy bosom not turning you on?’

  ‘Ordinarily, yes,’ sighed Roger. ‘Could we try again later?’

  ‘Don’t you wish we could.’ Uschi barked a hollow laugh, letting go of Roger’s limp penis and letting it dangle forlornly between his thighs. ‘I’m only doing this to make sure you lose interest in me, and in all the other girls. This is the last time you get to do this.’

  ‘But your bra size, Uschi, I need to know it.’

  Uschi turned off the shower and reached for a huge fluffy white towel. The contrast with her rich, southern European complexion was electrifying. ‘Hmm. Well maybe we still need to organise something there. But don’t be getting your hopes up. Remember, this isn’t for fun.’

  Roger’s penis was still aching from overexertion when he and Uschi convened with their colleagues at the hotel spa reception. Maren and Mathilde were grinning at the prospect of purloined hotel luxury. Kathrin’s bust was still packed tightly away beneath her top, as Roger noted when he stole a glance as she shared a quiet gossipy word with Uschi.

  ‘Thanks for signing us in, Roger.’ Ralf’s rumbling Teutonic tones snapped Roger from his ruminations. The tall German extended a powerful hand of gratitude, crushing Roger’s hand with a level of alpha-masculinity his British colleague feebly failed to match.

  The receptionist assigned them a large private sauna room for six, and led them through to the spacious communal changing room.

  Maren and Mathilde were the first to happily discard their clothes. Mathilde’s blouse opened to reveal a black camisole which loosely shrouded an indeed braless pair of medium sized wobbling breasts. She chattered in German while she wriggled her way simultaneously out of her trousers and pink knickers, and placed these along with the blouse on a bench. There were no lockers in the private changing room, so underwear was being tossed about carelessly.

  Meanwhile, Maren’s top had come off to bare a succulent pair of pink kitten’s-nose nipples that had escaped from a too-small floral bra, the cups of which supported her pale grapefruit-sized breasts half-heartedly from where they had retreated. Mathilde laughed and pointed, peeling off her lacy silken undergarment, thus stripping nude in one go. Her breasts were like slightly scaled-down versions of Uschi’s, with a curly mop of black pubic hair between her fit thighs to match. Being smaller in size, her breasts were lighter and thus more mobile, wiggling and jiggling as she remarked hysterically upon Maren’s errant nipples. Maren too was shrieking with laughter now, and tugged the cups of the bra upwards to hide her nipples, but only succeeded in pulling the entire bra all the way up, causing both lusciously round breasts to tumble down under it, bobbing clumsily about. The failed experiment yielded yet more silly laughter.

  Ralf rolled his eyes, clearly irritated by this girlish behaviour. Off came his boxers. Roger was surprised to see that, despite Ralf’s otherwise Nietzschean physique, he was remarkably poorly endowed in the genital area. It boosted Roger’s confidence a little, knowing that if nothing else he had the biggest dick in the room. Ralf ignored the chatter and strolled toward the steam room for some peace. The girls stopped talking briefly to admire his well-formed buttocks.

  Roger was down to his underpants himself and grateful to Uschi for the rigorous sexual draining she had performed. Otherwise he would have been very, very hard by now. Uschi herself was already naked again. Roger looked in woozy awe at the supple feminine perfection of her nude body as he folded his vest and placed it onto his shirt. Uschi caught him looking and discreetly shook her head in a scolding manner.

  Maren was now naked too, a diamond of ginger curls remaining to protect her modesty. Her breasts were full and high, larger than Mathilde’s but smaller than Uschi’s, though with their petite girlish frames both girls appeared bustier than they really were.

  Kathrin was still fiddling with her shoelaces, but was already down to her bra, and the mass of breast fighting against the industrial-strength minimiser was a sight to behold. Both breasts had minds of their own and appeared to be consciously and actively attempting to wrench the bra asunder.

  ‘Roger, let’s go.’ said Uschi.

  Roger shrugged his way out of his underpants. He caught Kathrin glance at his penis for slightly too long, then awkwardly caught her eye. She blushed and hastily returned her attention to the knotted shoelace.

  Between the changing room and the sauna itself was an anteroom with four showers in open plan. The two of them briefly alone, Uschi took advantage of the noise of the shower to quickly regroup with Roger. ‘This is it,’ she whispered hoarsely in his ear, her soft jutting breasts sandwiching his arm as water rained down on the two of them for the second time that evening. ‘All the bras are just lying there for you to sneak a look at. Kathrin will come in here in a moment, then you head back in there, do whatever you have to do with the bras, then join us again.’

  ‘OK,’ said Roger. He backed away from Uschi under another shower head, then looked for the door just as Kathri
n walked in, preceded by her bust.

  Uschi and Roger’s jaws dropped in unison.

  Even not wearing her heels, Kathrin was tall, Roger’s height. Her waist and hips were boyishly slender, her legs and arms quite thin. All of which made her breasts seem all the more preposterous. Uschi and Roger had had a sneak preview of Kathrin’s form and magnitude during Uschi’s bralessness caper in the airport, but nothing could have prepared them for the real, naked deal. Each breast was at least the size of Kathrin’s head, if not bigger. They drew graceful concave slopes down from her collarbone and two thirds of the way down to her stomach they swooped back up dramatically to heady peaks where thick, gently blushing nipples the size and shape of rubber baby-bottle tops swayed unsteadily with obscenely graphic allure. The firm, dense, heavy-bottomed body of each breast curved generously back round to meet her ribcage, a tiny amount of sag confirming that, yes, she was still human.

  With a self-conscious smile, Kathrin stepped under the shower head opposite Roger, and allowed the water to pummel her extraordinary top-heavy body.

  Uschi mouthed the words “thirty-two H” at Roger with a wink, whereupon Roger felt a twinge in his groin that prompted him to step out from under his shower towards the doorway back to the changing room. Unfortunately (or fortunately) he did so at the precise moment Kathrin also stepped forward and the two collided into one another. Kathrin’s firm, smooth, elastic breasts ballooned rudely into Roger’s chest, her proud nipples prodding his own with almost painful ferocity. At the same time, Roger’s now slowly thickening manhood nestled itself for the briefest of moments in the brunette-thatched groove between Kathrin’s slender thighs. Again, Roger was grateful for the milking Uschi had given his lascivious genitals, for had she not done so his erection would have plunged its way instantaneously up that tight passageway deep into Kathrin. Instead, Kathrin rebounded backwards a little, her breasts careening heavily against one another from the upheaval, and she mumbled an apology with a coy embarrassed smile.

  Roger apologised too and stumbled back into the cold air of the changing room, shutting the steamy glass door behind him.

  Before him in the empty room, untidy piles of clothes lay on wooden slatted benches and hung from hooks on the wall. Knowing he shouldn’t dawdle, he dried his hands on a towel and grabbed Maren’s pale blue floral bra, the one that had proven no match for her still-growing breasts, and fumbled for the label. ‘Seventy-five D,’ he muttered aloud. ‘What’s that in English.’

  ‘Thirty-four D,’ came Uschi’s sultry voice from behind. Roger jumped. She had snuck in after him. ‘I realised my bra is in here too, so I thought I should supervise you. Also I figured you might need wanking off again after your tussle with Kathrin.’

  Roger fondled Maren’s bra, held it up to his nose and inhaled its perfumed, breasty scent.

  Uschi wandered over to Mathilde’s clothes. ‘Can’t believe that little slut was braless all day. What did you think of her tits?’

  ‘They reminded me of yours, actually,’ said Roger.

  ‘I thought the same,’ said Uschi. ‘Mine looked like that when I was eighteen. I think they’re nicer now though, don’t you agree?’

  Roger looked up from Maren’s bra at Uschi, who was striking a pose to accentuate her large, delectable nude bosom. ‘Yes Uschi, they are gorgeous. Perfect.’

  ‘Thank-you,’ she said with a grin and a cleavage-dangling curtsey. Then she looked up at Roger’s penis, which was stirring with new life. ‘Is it me, or has your cock grown?’

  ‘I nearly fucked Kathrin by accident,’ said Roger. ‘As if seeing then feeling those insane H-cups wasn’t enough. We’re lucky I’m not solidly erect already.’

  ‘Luck has nothing to do with it,’ Uschi pointed out. ‘You’re tactically unturnonable. Now, about Mathilde...’ She picked up the intern’s shoulder-bag and rummaged through it, then paused, smiled at Roger, and threw something at him across the room. Roger caught it. It was a bra.

  ‘Looks like she keeps one for emergencies,’ Uschi winked. ‘Read it out.’

  Roger found the label. ‘Seventy-five C. So that’s 34C I guess?’

  ‘Yes, well done, you’re catching on!’ Uschi squeezed her arms together girlishly, forcing her pliant breasts together in a manner that was decidedly womanly, a cleavage so deep and tight that Roger’s penis, stirring ever more, was transported straight back by association to that comfortable tightly-closed gateway to Kathrin’s inner sanctum. ‘But we haven’t much time. One more quick look at Kathrin’s bra then sauna?’

  All Roger wanted was to put an end to the tortuous mystery of Uschi’s own vital statistics, but here she was alone with him, stark naked and a curvaceous vision of orgasmic perfection, so he wasn’t about to argue. He threw back Mathilde’s cream T-shirt bra which Uschi stowed carefully back in the bag, and then joined her next to Kathrin’s pile of clothes, her enormous 32H minimiser contraption spread-eagled atop. So accustomed was Roger now to the feeling of Uschi’s sensitive fingers on his member that he didn’t even notice at first that, as he stood in silent respect for this marvel of mammarian lingerie, Uschi, standing next to him, had grabbed his penis with a paper tissue in her hand and was wanking him off in her efficient German way. Sure enough, Roger’s rekindled lust had returned sufficiently for a modest but serviceable erection to have hardened and extended beyond the span of Uschi’s nimble grip. Within seconds he was cumming, weakly and painfully, into the handkerchief which Uschi had slid over the head of his erection just in time.

  ‘Let’s join the others,’ said Uschi softly. ‘They’ll be wondering where we are.’

  In the pre-sauna shower again, Roger took Uschi’s hand. ‘Wait, I just want to be doubly sure I’m not going to get hard,’ he said. ‘Can I touch your breasts please?’

  ‘If you think it will help, sure.’

  Roger cupped Uschi’s heavy puffy-nippled breasts and sank his fingers gently into them, savouring their soft, fleshy consistency. Uschi reached for Roger’s penis and flopped it limply from side to side while he kneaded and caressed her proud bosom.

  ‘I think you’re safe,’ she said, then yelped a little as Roger’s shamelessly groping fingers roamed over her pale, shiny areolae. ‘Not the nipples please, Roger,’ she breathed. ‘They’re very, very sensitive to that kind of attention. Like yourself, I don’t want to appear too aroused.’

  Roger dutifully let go, allowing Uschi’s globular breasts to wobble back to their high, bouncy pout. ‘Sorry,’ he said.

  ‘It feels nice,’ insisted Uschi. ‘Just not now.’

  This curious exchange only served to deepen Roger’s confusion as to Uschi’s motives in this sexual game she was playing with him. Was she implying that at some future point he might be permitted to continue the nipple play? And where was her supposed boyfriend in all of this? Did he know all of this was going on?

  They pushed open the frosted glass door into the steam room.

  Once Roger had acclimated to the initial blast of heat, he looked around. The first thing that struck him was Kathrin, sitting primly facing him, knees together, hands on the bench either side of her, back straight, her sturdy, unaccountably pert H-cups thrusting gigantically forth from her skinny frame, beaded with sweat, her pale baby-bottle nipples staring up and out.

  ‘Where have you two been?’ giggled Maren, sitting a level up from Kathrin, her own pink nipples bobbing gently atop her soft round breasts as they wobbled.

  Uschi lounged on a wooden bench. ‘It’s Roger’s first time in a mixed sauna,’ said Uschi. ‘I was just explaining to him that there’s no reason to be shy.’

  Roger was mortified, but had to admit to himself that it was a plausible cover story for what they had really been up to. ‘Yes, bit embarrassing really,’ grimaced Roger. ‘We’re not really used to seeing each other naked in the UK.’

  ‘You’re quite conservative as a nation when it comes to your bodies,’ said Kathrin. ‘I’ve come to discover this while living in London.’


  ‘Here in Germany we get our tits out all the time,’ said Maren, giving her own a liberated shimmy. ‘And no-one cares. Look at Ralf. Surrounded by four young naked women with lovely big bosoms, and he doesn’t react at all. He’s seen it all before, haven’t you Ralf?’

  Ralf, dozing on his back, his modestly-sized penis flaccid on his muscular stomach, grunted in mild irritation.

  Mathilde was lying on her front, head resting on folded arms, her C-cups squeezing out to the sides beneath her. ‘I feel bad for Uschi and Kathrin, living in repressed London,’ she murmured. ‘It must be such a relief for you coming back here to Germany and being free with your bodies again.’

  ‘Absolutely,’ said Uschi, her bosom heaving. ‘You don’t fully know someone until you’ve been naked with them.’

  ‘So Roger,’ said Maren, shuffling over to sit next to where he had sat down and leaning in conspiratorially. ‘If you’ve never had a team sauna back in London, this must be the first time you’ve seen Kathrin’s boobs?’

  Kathrin looked across at the young intern with a raised eyebrow.

  ‘Yes, it is,’ said Roger, trying not to look at the boobs in question.

  ‘Does it feel strange?’ continued the young redhead. ‘It’s normal for us, but I suppose this must be kind of sexy for you?’

  ‘Um, not really,’ said Roger. ‘I try not to think of colleagues in that way.’

  ‘Well, are you surprised how big her tits are?’

  Mathilde scolded Maren in German. Kathrin rolled her eyes and threw her hands in the air, her breasts thumping into one another. ‘Yes, yes, I have big tits, ha ha,’ she said, more bored than annoyed. ‘Now you’ve all seen them, we can forget about it and move on.’

  Uschi gave Roger a meaningful look. Roger decided for certain that he would never forget Kathrin’s naked breasts for as long as he lived. Yet the girls were right. This casual everyday nudity was indeed robbing the women of a great deal of their sexual mystique.

  ‘You have a fantastic figure, Kathrin,’ said Uschi diplomatically. ‘I’m surprised how curvy you are, your breasts are very beautiful.’