AIR CAV DAYS IN GERMANY: THE COLD WAR ADVENTURES OF REV

Chapter 25 MS. PIG FARMER

Revv was bored; this not unusual for him, the ski season was winding down; he didn't have a steady girlfriend, and hadn't travelled anywhere recently. Recently, all of his flight training was to the same old training areas. He was lying on his back on the floor of his room throwing a small ball into the air. His eyes followed the ball as it slowly stopped its upward climb, accelerated downward as gravity pulled it back down, he would catch it inches in front of his face before throwing back in the air. The rhythmic motion was having a soothing hypnotic effect on his mind. Reminiscing he thought back to his last feminine encounter. Too bad that one didn't work out, he thought recalling his recent fling with a pig farmer.

He met her at the Wormhole, the downstairs bar at Old Daddy's. Things had progressed quickly and after an hour or two she took him home. They had walked to her one room place in a not so nice part of town. She lived on the fourth floor in one of those brick apartments that the imported Turkish workers had quickly built after WW II to house the homeless Germans. The third and fourth floor apartment dwellers shared a bathroom that was located on the third floor.

In her dimly lit room she put an album on her old record player. Lighting two cigarettes in with a candle she handed one to Revv. "That's cool music who is it?" "Jeff Healy, he iz a blind guitar player and singer, American. I am surprised zat you do not know of him," she said lifting the needle on the album to play the last song again. She sat back down on the bed, leaned back, and lit up a hash pipe. Revv thoughtfully answered, "Yah, I know him. He was in some movie with Patrick Swayze."

"Vant some," she asked holding the pipe out to him. Revv casually waved it away, "No, I get drug tested in the army." "Oh, I did not know zat." "Do you have a beer?" "Yah, in ze hallvay zer is zum." Revv got out of bed, opened the door to the hall, and removed a beer from the plastic case. Amazing, they can leave stuff in the hallways and no one steals it. As if that would ever work in the barracks.

Revv popped the beer open and watched her with mild fascination as she re-lit and smoked the pipe. Ring, ring, ring. When she was almost done smoking her pipe the phone rang. Picking up an old school huge green hand set she switched to a rapid and angry German. SLAM! Ms. Pig Farmer slammed the receiver down rapidly ending the conversation. "Sorry, ve hash smokers always owe each uzer money, zis guy owes me money and asks me for more."

She stopped talking as if seeing Revv for the first time lying on her bed. Leaning over to the bedside table, she moved the record needle back to the first song on the album, stood up, and started swaying to the music. Revv started to get up to join her, but she gently put a hand on his chest and pushed him back onto the bed, "No, no, you just lie zerr und enjoy." Revv laid back not knowing what to expect.

Watching her sway to the music, Revv took his time to fully check her out. She looks like a left over attractive hippie some New Mexico commune. Ms. Pig Farmer wore her long straight blonde hair parted down the middle and had a nice figure. Good hips along with attractive perky breasts that showed through her white shirt and God only knew how much Revv loved women in white shirts.

The white shirt thing was sort of this emotional hang up he had from the first sexy dance Janet had given him after swimming in a cold fresh water lake in Michigan one night. She had danced in front of the fire in a wet white shirt without a bra. The thought of it still gave Revv an involuntary hard on.

Coming back to the present Revv watched this beautiful woman through the hash smoke laden air as she rhythmically danced and peeled off her clothes piece by piece. Candles sitting on a desk illuminated her from behind. Revv lay on the bed sipping his pilsner in disbelief. This was the absolute best personal striptease he had ever witnessed. The scene was incredible watching her undo the lace up strings in the back of her leather pants as she wiggled her ass side to side for his enjoyment and only his enjoyment alone. Revv felt like a fucking king. Left, wham, the lace came out of one hole of the back of her pants, wham, her hips swung to the right, the lace came out of the next hole. When the laces were finally undone, she hadn't missed a beat but had a little trouble wiggling out of the skin tight brown leather pants.