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Red Light District Dutch Treat: A First Foray intoBefore I went to Amsterdam, the idea of being away far from anyone I knew and having the freedom to break out of my tracks a bit took hold in a corner of my mind. The thought of being able to freely do something outside my norm became a bit of an obsession in the face of being decades into a relationship that started early and left no time for much sowing of oats in my youth. Other than a trip to a strip club on business, I was a babe in the woods in the pay for play arena.Once I got to Amsterdam and starting walking around the red light district’s windows filled with girls lit by pink and violet lights, I had some trouble finding any ladies were to my taste. They either had too much makeup, too much silicon, too much attitude, too many miles or touches of barely subverted, bored hostility.  I stopped into the local strip club to have a drink and after a lap dance, with motor boating, my blood was back and I was really horny. I walked around the red light district another couple of times before finding a really attractive girl that kept making very direct, smiling eye contact.  As I have never even come close to doing anything with a pro working girl like this before, I was extremely nervous and circled three times, and each time I was met with the coquettish gaze of this lithe, super cute blonde with water blue eyes. She was wearing a radiant blue bikini and the colored lights of the window gave her skin a supernatural glow.  I didn’t think I could actually do it; it seemed unreal. Just as I turned to return to my hotel, my brain said fuck it—go back.  I turned around back onto St Annenstraat and met her in the neon light as she opened the glass door for me. I began my much thought out monologue of what I wanted from her. I had crafted it after reading many posts about Amsterdam’s red light district. She said yes with a cute Dutch accent and turned to climb the ladder steep, narrow stairs. I took in the great manisa escort view of her spinner’s body and particularly nice ass—Amsterdam stairways do do a great job of putting your eyes at a great level! I think she knew I was watching because as she climbed the steps, her hips swayed seductively.The stairs curved to the right just as you entered the room.  On the left was a small sink, straight ahead was a platform bed flanked with large plate mirror and a small knee-high window on the wall closest to the canal. On the right there was another large mirror and a bidet.  After chatting for a few moments she reminded me to pay and to remove my clothes.  After nervously stripping, I turned to watch her remove her lightly padded bikini top and step out of her panties to fully reveal her creamy skin. She had pert breasts with tiny hardening nipples and a trimmed brown blonde bush.She embraced me for a moment, and perhaps noticing my hesitation, asked me to lay down on the bed. I adjusted the new white towel on the bed and reclined. She settled down lightly on the side of the bed and straddling me with her arms to the side of my head put her ever smiling face very close to mine.  She began to slowly drag just her pert nipples across my chest. She leaned closer as she held my eyes locked to hers and lowered herself a little more so her breasts deliciously dragged on my skin. As she sat up a bit she lightly slid her hands down my neck, chest, stomach, hips and legs. Her hands went inward on my legs and then reversed to caress my thighs. Going higher, a hand brushed my balls and stiffening cock as it started to overcome my nervousness. She got a little bit of my pre-cum on her hand and said, with a smile, now you’ve made me dirty.  Feeling a bit less out of my skin, I started to reciprocate her attentions and began to rub her shoulders and fondle her dangling nipples as she sensually massaged me. I watched as she slid down to her knees in between my legs. escort manisa With another steady open, intense look with those beautiful blue eyes, she smiled and rolled a concealed condom onto my cock while slurping me into her mouth in one slight lurching movement.  I gently held her blond hair in my hands as she began bobbing her head up and down while we maintained constant eye contact. After a short while of this truly beautiful girl working my dick down her throat. I was ready to blow, so I asked her to take me out of her mouth and to instead to lick and tongue my cockhead and shaft. She immediately got the picture and complied with my request to provide me with some unforgettable visuals of her smiling angelic face, wet tongue and lips as she lapped slowly on the underside of my cock.My hands were feeling a little needy, so I sat up in the bed and resumed caressing her head, neck, shoulders and back down to her narrow waist.  This motion also opened up, in the mirrored wall, a stunning view of the back of her blonde head bobbing with her truly perfect heart shaped ass swaying in time as she worked on me.  I reached down further to slide my hands over her ass cheeks and spread them slightly to get an even better reflected view of her sweet, hairless mons nestled between her fit, creamy thighs.  At this, I had to ask her to take a break before I erupted.  She stopped and I half joking asked if she had a dildo around–she seemed to think this was a funny request and said that, no she didn’t have one. I somewhat awkwardly let the subject drop, although truthfully i would have gladly paid extra to see her sweet inner pussy lips parted and gripping a toy as it plunged in and out of those sweet lips. She knelt down on the floor and put her hands around my hips to guide me to the edge of the bed and back into her waiting mouth.  While the this felt great, her hair blocked my view and I shortly asked her to change position as I scooted back towards the manisa escort bayan wall. She followed and crept back onto the bed on all fours.  This gave me a mirror view of myself semi-reclined while her petite, cat-likew body moved up and down and subtlety curved as she returned to working on my cock.  Finally it was too much, and with a last request I begged her to take me deeper. With a smiling glance, she opened her mouth a bit more and complied while I, more firmly than before, clasped her head and hair to guide her strokes as she deep throated me. Moaning while stifling myself, as I was close to the window and could hear punters passing below, I held her head and pushed into her mouth involuntarily a couple of times. Using one of her hands at the base of my cock, she tightened her grip and drew the condom down while the increase in pressure spread along my whole body and I spasmed repeatedly into her mouth.  She withdrew and we watched my dick lurch out a few more flows of cum into the condom.  Hovering her face near mine so I could feel her warmth, she said she would be right back.  She returned quickly with a napkin and said “let me do that” as she removed the condom. She accidentally got a bit of my cum on herself and after wiping it off settled next to me and asked if would like a massage–but the strange a****l momentum that overcame my brain during our encounter was already dissipating.  I said thank you, no and as we exchanged a little light banter, she started washing her hands and bits in the bidet while I asked her if I could use her sink to clean myself up.  While I lathered my slowly shrinking, warm cock, I realized it was late and I was close to missing the last trams of the night.  We got clothed and she led me down the stairs to the vestibule, held my hand and gave me a firm, close full body hug and two cheek kisses with just a bit of wet lips.  I scuttled out into the dark to wait around the Rembrandtsplein for the night bus and to wrestle with the amazing rush as well as the guilt and angst over what I had just done.I hope you found my remembrances worthwhile. Since then I’ve dipped more into the demimonde of desires. Please comment below and maybe I’ll write up some more experiences.

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