Together again in this Life or the Next

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Olivia's perspective

After Anja stops crying, she wipes her eyes with the backs of her hands, stands, excuses herself to go to the Damen (ladies).

Anja's perspective

I stare at myself in the mirror, waiting, until all my tears have ceased and dried. I wipe my face with a tissue, blotting just under my eyes, taking care to not further spoil my makeup. I toss the tissue into the Kanister, turn and step into a stall, close the door securely, with thumbs and fingers inserted under my dress I tug my pantyhose down to just above my ankles, careful not to let them touch the floor, careful not to cause a run, now pull down my sheer Höschen panties, lift my dress and bunch it up into a ball in front to keep it dry, tucking the tip into my bra band, sit down and settle on the Toilettenhocker (seat), thinking.

As I sit here, I wonder: How did this happen? I've never felt this way about a woman before. I'm engaged to Horst, Um Himmels Willen! (for heaven's sake!) But there's something about Olivia that's so captivating, so alluring. But she is a soldier! A US soldier! That should be warning enough!

Yet... her enigmatic aura... it seems to glow! And... those beautiful eyes that seem to pierce right through me, they've left a scratch on my psyche. And now, as I sit here, I can't shake the feeling of being drawn to her in a way I can't quite comprehend.

I close my eyes, trying to compose myself. What would Horst think if he knew? The guilt gnaws at me, but it's overshadowed by the thrill of this newfound attraction. It's as if Olivia has cast a spell over me, and I'm powerless to resist.

But I have to resist!... I must! I made a commitment to Horst, and I can't betray that. Yet, the temptation is overwhelming. Olivia's coming to me, at this time, has ignited something within me that seems right, that I never knew existed.

I shake my head, hoping to clear my mind. But the image of Olivia's smile, the sound of her laughter, they linger like a tantalizing promise of something forbidden yet irresistible.

I spread my knees, but, before I begin to pinkeln (pee), I hold it and, instead, let my imagination loose, Dreh durch (go wild), settle in the tip of my finger, my dress conveniently bunched up in my bra out of the way, feeling the urge to lightly touch little kleines Rosa perle (little pink pearl), even in this place, and this forces a rush of excited fear to course through me, like always. My heart flutters like a trapped bird desperate for freedom. In this moment, every nerve in my body tingles with eager need, and time seems to stand still as I imagine a new connection, deepening rapidly, maybe a shared tender caress—perhaps even tonight! My shaky finger tingles, eager to to push, to press slightly, gently. But then I halt, realize... Nein!... that should never be! I recover quickly after this thought. Now I relax down there and feel a huge release as it all pours out of me, the insistent pulse and throb of Rosa fading into spattering relief. I lean my head down as I finish and my hair cascades around my face enveloping me in floral sweet scent. I smell my hours-old sweat waft up from the dress neck opening. I breathe it in deep, feel the tempting strong urge again to touch myself, to just have outrageous euphoric waves overwhelm me right here, right now, but I resist. I finish up and prepare to leave the stall.

Yet, I'm stuck, drowning in a whirlpool of feelings. The daydream teases, like a flame ready to scorch me, but I shove it away, covering my face with nervous hands. "Nein!" I mutter again, crushed by reality. It's time to say goodnight and find comfort in my own space. There could be nothing between us, not really... no true shared feelings, just a vague fleeting fantasy. Today drained me, that's all, leaving my heart heavy with unresolved emotions. I've hit my limit, and it's time to let go of such crazy thoughts

As I wash up, I think, When I go back out there, I must be sure not to smile at her!... because if I do... Huch! (Yikes!)... then she will be coming home with me!

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