In our neighborhood lived a boy whose mother was a gym teacher at a girls' boarding school, as I learned later. I often went past the boarding school and was able to watch this teacher and her students doing physical education outdoors in the summer.
Particularly striking were her huge thighs and strong calves. I had never seen such massive, but well-defined thighs in a woman until later on the shot putters from the Eastern bloc or the former GDR. With every step, the quads of this PE teacher bulged clearly.
I felt curiosity, fascination and respect for this gym teacher with those impressive thighs.
Every day I had to pass the sports field of the girls' boarding school on the way to my school, again and again. At least in summer, I could admire these mighty thighs. I would gladly have stopped and watched the teacher for longer than just passing by. But I did not dare, thought then she may notice my fascination with her thighs. So it stayed with short, inconspicuous looks.
But somehow I got in touch with her son, who was about my age, and we became friends, played together in the vineyards, built caves and roasted potatoes in rice piles.
Once on a hot summer vacation day, he took me to his home, but the time was not right. It was probably a few hours later than his mother allowed.
Ilona Slupianek
Well, in short: The door opened, a sounding bitchslap, my new friend fell from the force of the blow against me, rubbed his cheek, stumbled into the house, me totally terrified after him.
Only now I registered, from whom the unexpected bitchslap came. It must have been his mother. I saw a woman walk in front of us, in sneakers, these tight Adidas sports pants - blue with a white stripe on the side - and my eyes immediately fell on those thigh muscles, which bulged at every step.
My breath caught. I got a dry throat from one second to the other. That was her, the gym teacher from the girls' boarding school.
Only two meters away from me. Her thighs seemed even more powerful, even more impressive than from a distance to the boarding-school sports field.
I think I was trembling with excitement. Between the time of the sounding slap until now no word fell. My new friend was still rubbing his left cheek, which was flushed to the neck. I could see that when I walked past him on the left. But my eyes fell instantly back to his mother's legs. Like a magnet, her thighs pulled my eyes. They were as close as never before. And they seemed even more gigantic than before.
