Sexual encounter in Amsterdam
Going on vacation in Europe was always a dream of mine since I was in college. The guys and I would sit around the bar laughing at the thought of loose women, cheap booze and the ability to toke on a reefer cigarette and not be arrested for it. Sure – that is enticing but me – I wanted the women. I drooled over the thought of a woman that couldn’t speak a word of English just getting on her knees and slobbering my cock up with her mouth. A country where you could have sex with hot teens with bigtits or a nice, tight mature pussy all in the same night is just something that makes my cock stand to attention.
Only recently had I began to think about it again. College has been over for years and I’m doing well in my marketing job. I’m married and relatively happy. We have are little spats here and there but nothing too bad. My company was bidding on a marketing deal with a factory in Amsterdam. They wanted me to fly over to barter the deal and I was more than happy to do so. My wife was not pleased at all and threatened divorce if I went. “Oh well”, I thought because if I don’t go I lose my job then there is no money and she would have to get a job. Needless to say she eventually took back her comments.
The plane ride was long but uneventful. Several couples were becoming members of the mile-high club and I was jealous because my wife is a prude and the thought of people knowing you even have sex makes her feel uneasy. I am the reverse and I had to rub my hard cock a few times to settle it down as I sat there thinking about taking one of those young teens. I kept myself in check and eventually we landed. The hotel was nice and I hit the mini bar early. Jet lag is rough and I needed to release the edge. The bar in the hotel was sufficient for more drinks and that is where I found myself next.
Spending several hours in the bar watching with the women one approached me. I was certain she was a hooker because I am not that great looking and she was fantastic in her white, sequined gown holding a black clutch. Her hair was a strawberry blonde done in a mini hive held together by Asian sticks. Her legs went on for miles and the dress was short enough so that her milky white thighs were just showing to me.
I was in awe when she grabbed my hand and led me out of the bar and into the woman’s bathroom. I was confused until she slammed me into a wall, grabbed my crotch and began to kiss me hard. My belt was undone, zipper pulled down and her mouth was soon on my hard cock sucking me to near fits of frenzy. She soon stood and ripped off her panties. She made me sit on the lid of the toilet and she climbed on top of me sliding her wet pussy on top of my member. She rode me hard until I was nearing orgasm at which point she sprung off me, grabbed my cock and stroked me hard until exploding in her mouth. She swallowed every last drop, smiled at me and left.
Upon leaving the stall I ran into another woman coming in and looked like a fool. I went to bed, confused and exhilarated but knowing I had a meeting in the morning. I awoke refreshed and full of life. I got ready and went into the meeting feeling completely relaxed. Then there she was – walking into the conference room – the owner of the company I was there to negotiate with. The same woman that attacked me the night before. The meeting was tough because I kept picturing her shaven pussy gripping my pole and other positions I wanted to do to her. The contract was mine – as was she – for later that day she found me in the copy room.
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