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Currently in the Netherlands.
Nice country but sooooooooo damn cold.
Two days ago, I dropped my girlfriend at Schipol airport, from which she flew back home to Italy. I'm staying a few more days, before heading to Paris to visit some relatives.
The Approach
On the train back from Schipol, a sexy blonde girl, typical Dutch look, sits next to me.
As she sits, she takes her airpods off, locks her phone and puts it in her handbag. Then, she just stares out the window.
This makes me think she wants to be opened. Not sure why but it's a feeling.
Me: Heeey (sexy, slow spreading smile)
Her: Oh hi!(friendly tone)
Me: (pointing to her scarf) I must say... that scarf you have on...love it. That pattern...love it.
Her: Thank you! My mom got it for me.
Me: A woman of excellent taste, no doubt.
Her: I'll make sure to tell her that!
Me: 'm James btw (extend my hand)
Her: Eva! (she shakes my hand, rather formally)
Me: You know, Eva, that scarf may be the second most beautiful scarf I've seen so far.
Her: Really? What's number one?
I open my jacket a little to reveal my super eccentric scarf.
She laughs.
Her: Wow! I like it!
Me: Thank you.
Her: I love the patterns!
Me: You know where I got it?
Her: Where?
Me: Can you keep a secret?
Her: Hahaha sure sure
Me: I'm serious! (I put a faux serious facial expression).
Her: Me too!
Me: (I lean in, a mischievous smile on my face) You can't tell anyone, promise? Not even your fashion expert mom.
Her: I promise!
Me: Alright, so here goes..
She starts giggling.
Me: Why are you laughing? This is serious! (faux serious again, some fun exageration)
Her: I know, I know! You make me laugh!
Me: I don't know what you're talking about (said in a tone that implies I know that she knows that I know that I'm making her laugh)
Her: Okkk so where did you get it?
Me: Alright, so here goes, I got it at... promise you won't say! (she nods)... so I got in a very nice local place in my city.
Her: Cool!
Me: But here's the thing... (I lean in again)..it was... from the women's section (true story btw)
She bursts into laughter, covering her mouth.
Me: Shhhhhh you'lll attract attention
Her: Sorry, sorry! It's just that... (she laughs again)
Me: What is it?
Her: Well... I guessed it already!
Me: Really?
Her: Yes!
We both laugh.
I notice the next station, Leiden Centraal, is my stop.
Me: Hey, Eva, this is my stop.
Her: Oh ok!
Me: We should totally get a cup of coffee, get to know each other.
Her: Sure!
Me: Cool. Lemme grab your whatsapp and we'll get in touch.
Her: Ok sure!
She hands me her phone and I type my number in, then send myself a message : "Heyy handsome, this is Eva <3"
She rolls her eyes and laughs when I hand her back her phone.
Me: Where do you live btw?
Her: Amsterdam!
Me: Cool! We'll get in touch!
I bid her farewell and hop out of the train.
Texting
I respond to her text (the one I wrote lol). She replies the next day. I wait a few hours and send her a text to schedule the date, letting it slip that I'm leaving Holland soon. She responds quite fast and says if we can meet up in Amsterdam on Friday afternoon as she has an event there in the evening. I say sure.
The Date
I head to Amsterdam Central around 2 p.m.
She send me a maps location, where she's already waiting for me. I arrive, hug her and we walk to the coffee shop.
There, I sit next to her and start with some small talk. I find out she's 19, currently in uni, studying communication and fine arts. She lives in Amsterdam with her roommate, also same uni.
I can feel she's not entirely comfortable so I share some things about myself.
She politely nods and does some active listening.
At some point, she mentions her paintings and I request seeing a few samples.
She hands me her phone and I scroll through her masterpieces, very Picasso-esque. I tell her that, and her eyes light up. Turns out good old Pablo is her favourite artist.
We talk a little about art. I mention that I'm hitting up Louvre in Paris next Tuesday. I tell her how most people go to Louvre to see the Mona Lisa, which they only wanna see because she's famous, while they miss out on much more meaningful pieces of art there. She heartily agrees and shows me her favourite Da Vinci painting, also at the Louvre. She mentions some secret detail Da Vinci included in his painting and asks me to promise to check it out when I go. I half smile, then hand out my pinky and we pinky promise.
I see she starts to light up a bit. She asks me what I've seen in Holland so far. While I'm listing out the spots, she interrupts me:
Her: Have you seen the red light district?
Me: Ahhh not yet! (that's a white lie, I had been there before)
Her: Me neither!
Me: But... you're Dutch! (said dramatically)
Her: (laughs) I know! But I'm scared to go there
Me: Why? Aren't there sexy naked women there?
Her: Yes, but what will people think of me if I go there just to check them out.
Me: I get you, I get you. Well, tell you what, let's hit it together. No one will suspect a thing. They'll probably think we're just a couple walking around.
Her: Hahaha I don't know.
Me: Cmon, it'll be fun. It's not far from here, right?
Her: No it's not.
Me: Cmon, let's go! It'll be fun. And also, I know you wanna see the sexy girls, don't you?
Her: Noooooooo hahahah but ok let's go!
Red Light District
We're about to enter when she grabs my arm and pulls me back,
Her: Omg I'm so shy.
Me: No reason to be. It's just a street. Look at al these women just walking by.
Her: Ok ok.
We enter the RDL and start checking the women. After the first street, she lights up a bit more.
Me: See? Wasn't so bad?
Her: Yes hahah
Me: Cmon' let's go again.
Her: Ok!
We enter another street. A sexy woman behind the glass window winks at me and motions me to come over. Without warning, I grab my girl's hand and walk to the window. The prositute opens the door.
Me: Hi!
Hooker: Hi, would you like to come in?
Me: May I know, where are you from?
Hooker: Czech Republic. You can come in both.
Me: Hmm how does it work?
Hooker: It's 100 euros for 30 min one shot.
Me: Ahh I see. Well, what if I go longer than that for the first round? like 45 min to an hour?
Hooker: (a little confused) Hmm then in that case it's 200 euros.
Me: But you said one shot for 100 euros.
Hooker: uhm yes but 2 hours is 200 euros.
Me: Hmm I see. I think your business offers needs adjusting but thank you!
We walk away. Eva is super excited.
Her: Ommmmggg did you just give her a business lesson? (laughing hardcore)
Me: Well, there was a flaw in her offer!
Her: You're crazy!
She leans into me, eyes wide, big smile.
I pull her in for a kiss and we make out passionately.
I break it off.
Me: Damn you taste good.
Her: Omg did we just make out in the red light district.
Me: We did. And that's 50 euros for you.
She laughs and punches me. Game on.
We walk in a few more streets, hand in hand, commenting on the women. She asks me which ones I would fuck. I give her evasive responses. At some point she asks me my opinion on paying for sex. I give her a reasonable, balance viewpoint, which basically states that I don't judge them for what they do, that people should be free to express themselves in any way they choose, as long as they don't hurt anyone. Then I tell that personally it's not my thing to exhange money for sex so I would not be their ideal client anyway. She nods in agreement.
The Pull
Her: Oooof it's getting cold.
Me: True, true. Do you know a place we can chill and stay warm?
Her: uhm actually the temperatute in those cafes is not well regulated. I was so cold earlier!
Me: I know right! what about your place? Your roommate around?
Her: No, she's at uni.
Me: Cool, how about we head back and chill?
Her: Uhm ok but it's really messy.
Me: No worries. Can't be messier than my place, trust me!
We walk to her place, hand in hand. I sit on her couch and she serves me a drink. We talk a bit more then I pull her in for a kiss.
She tells me we're not having sex but we can kiss. I say sure. 10 minutes or so later, as we make out, she's only got her panties on. I play with her clit while we kiss.
Her: (moaning) This is so good.
Me: Hmm yess it feels good.
Her: I don't want to have sex but if you want to put it in, I don't mind.
Me: Hmm? (my brain doesn't register her faulty logic)
Her: I mean... I wasn't planning on having sex, as I told you... but if you want to put it in for a bit, I don't mind.
Me: Sounds good.
I wrap my dick in a condom and we proceed to have some the wildest sex I've ever had.
Nice country but sooooooooo damn cold.
Two days ago, I dropped my girlfriend at Schipol airport, from which she flew back home to Italy. I'm staying a few more days, before heading to Paris to visit some relatives.
The Approach
On the train back from Schipol, a sexy blonde girl, typical Dutch look, sits next to me.
As she sits, she takes her airpods off, locks her phone and puts it in her handbag. Then, she just stares out the window.
This makes me think she wants to be opened. Not sure why but it's a feeling.
Me: Heeey (sexy, slow spreading smile)
Her: Oh hi!(friendly tone)
Me: (pointing to her scarf) I must say... that scarf you have on...love it. That pattern...love it.
Her: Thank you! My mom got it for me.
Me: A woman of excellent taste, no doubt.
Her: I'll make sure to tell her that!
Me: 'm James btw (extend my hand)
Her: Eva! (she shakes my hand, rather formally)
Me: You know, Eva, that scarf may be the second most beautiful scarf I've seen so far.
Her: Really? What's number one?
I open my jacket a little to reveal my super eccentric scarf.
She laughs.
Her: Wow! I like it!
Me: Thank you.
Her: I love the patterns!
Me: You know where I got it?
Her: Where?
Me: Can you keep a secret?
Her: Hahaha sure sure
Me: I'm serious! (I put a faux serious facial expression).
Her: Me too!
Me: (I lean in, a mischievous smile on my face) You can't tell anyone, promise? Not even your fashion expert mom.
Her: I promise!
Me: Alright, so here goes..
She starts giggling.
Me: Why are you laughing? This is serious! (faux serious again, some fun exageration)
Her: I know, I know! You make me laugh!
Me: I don't know what you're talking about (said in a tone that implies I know that she knows that I know that I'm making her laugh)
Her: Okkk so where did you get it?
Me: Alright, so here goes, I got it at... promise you won't say! (she nods)... so I got in a very nice local place in my city.
Her: Cool!
Me: But here's the thing... (I lean in again)..it was... from the women's section (true story btw)
She bursts into laughter, covering her mouth.
Me: Shhhhhh you'lll attract attention
Her: Sorry, sorry! It's just that... (she laughs again)
Me: What is it?
Her: Well... I guessed it already!
Me: Really?
Her: Yes!
We both laugh.
I notice the next station, Leiden Centraal, is my stop.
Me: Hey, Eva, this is my stop.
Her: Oh ok!
Me: We should totally get a cup of coffee, get to know each other.
Her: Sure!
Me: Cool. Lemme grab your whatsapp and we'll get in touch.
Her: Ok sure!
She hands me her phone and I type my number in, then send myself a message : "Heyy handsome, this is Eva <3"
She rolls her eyes and laughs when I hand her back her phone.
Me: Where do you live btw?
Her: Amsterdam!
Me: Cool! We'll get in touch!
I bid her farewell and hop out of the train.
Texting
I respond to her text (the one I wrote lol). She replies the next day. I wait a few hours and send her a text to schedule the date, letting it slip that I'm leaving Holland soon. She responds quite fast and says if we can meet up in Amsterdam on Friday afternoon as she has an event there in the evening. I say sure.
The Date
I head to Amsterdam Central around 2 p.m.
She send me a maps location, where she's already waiting for me. I arrive, hug her and we walk to the coffee shop.
There, I sit next to her and start with some small talk. I find out she's 19, currently in uni, studying communication and fine arts. She lives in Amsterdam with her roommate, also same uni.
I can feel she's not entirely comfortable so I share some things about myself.
She politely nods and does some active listening.
At some point, she mentions her paintings and I request seeing a few samples.
She hands me her phone and I scroll through her masterpieces, very Picasso-esque. I tell her that, and her eyes light up. Turns out good old Pablo is her favourite artist.
We talk a little about art. I mention that I'm hitting up Louvre in Paris next Tuesday. I tell her how most people go to Louvre to see the Mona Lisa, which they only wanna see because she's famous, while they miss out on much more meaningful pieces of art there. She heartily agrees and shows me her favourite Da Vinci painting, also at the Louvre. She mentions some secret detail Da Vinci included in his painting and asks me to promise to check it out when I go. I half smile, then hand out my pinky and we pinky promise.
I see she starts to light up a bit. She asks me what I've seen in Holland so far. While I'm listing out the spots, she interrupts me:
Her: Have you seen the red light district?
Me: Ahhh not yet! (that's a white lie, I had been there before)
Her: Me neither!
Me: But... you're Dutch! (said dramatically)
Her: (laughs) I know! But I'm scared to go there
Me: Why? Aren't there sexy naked women there?
Her: Yes, but what will people think of me if I go there just to check them out.
Me: I get you, I get you. Well, tell you what, let's hit it together. No one will suspect a thing. They'll probably think we're just a couple walking around.
Her: Hahaha I don't know.
Me: Cmon, it'll be fun. It's not far from here, right?
Her: No it's not.
Me: Cmon, let's go! It'll be fun. And also, I know you wanna see the sexy girls, don't you?
Her: Noooooooo hahahah but ok let's go!
Red Light District
We're about to enter when she grabs my arm and pulls me back,
Her: Omg I'm so shy.
Me: No reason to be. It's just a street. Look at al these women just walking by.
Her: Ok ok.
We enter the RDL and start checking the women. After the first street, she lights up a bit more.
Me: See? Wasn't so bad?
Her: Yes hahah
Me: Cmon' let's go again.
Her: Ok!
We enter another street. A sexy woman behind the glass window winks at me and motions me to come over. Without warning, I grab my girl's hand and walk to the window. The prositute opens the door.
Me: Hi!
Hooker: Hi, would you like to come in?
Me: May I know, where are you from?
Hooker: Czech Republic. You can come in both.
Me: Hmm how does it work?
Hooker: It's 100 euros for 30 min one shot.
Me: Ahh I see. Well, what if I go longer than that for the first round? like 45 min to an hour?
Hooker: (a little confused) Hmm then in that case it's 200 euros.
Me: But you said one shot for 100 euros.
Hooker: uhm yes but 2 hours is 200 euros.
Me: Hmm I see. I think your business offers needs adjusting but thank you!
We walk away. Eva is super excited.
Her: Ommmmggg did you just give her a business lesson? (laughing hardcore)
Me: Well, there was a flaw in her offer!
Her: You're crazy!
She leans into me, eyes wide, big smile.
I pull her in for a kiss and we make out passionately.
I break it off.
Me: Damn you taste good.
Her: Omg did we just make out in the red light district.
Me: We did. And that's 50 euros for you.
She laughs and punches me. Game on.
We walk in a few more streets, hand in hand, commenting on the women. She asks me which ones I would fuck. I give her evasive responses. At some point she asks me my opinion on paying for sex. I give her a reasonable, balance viewpoint, which basically states that I don't judge them for what they do, that people should be free to express themselves in any way they choose, as long as they don't hurt anyone. Then I tell that personally it's not my thing to exhange money for sex so I would not be their ideal client anyway. She nods in agreement.
The Pull
Her: Oooof it's getting cold.
Me: True, true. Do you know a place we can chill and stay warm?
Her: uhm actually the temperatute in those cafes is not well regulated. I was so cold earlier!
Me: I know right! what about your place? Your roommate around?
Her: No, she's at uni.
Me: Cool, how about we head back and chill?
Her: Uhm ok but it's really messy.
Me: No worries. Can't be messier than my place, trust me!
We walk to her place, hand in hand. I sit on her couch and she serves me a drink. We talk a bit more then I pull her in for a kiss.
She tells me we're not having sex but we can kiss. I say sure. 10 minutes or so later, as we make out, she's only got her panties on. I play with her clit while we kiss.
Her: (moaning) This is so good.
Me: Hmm yess it feels good.
Her: I don't want to have sex but if you want to put it in, I don't mind.
Me: Hmm? (my brain doesn't register her faulty logic)
Her: I mean... I wasn't planning on having sex, as I told you... but if you want to put it in for a bit, I don't mind.
Me: Sounds good.
I wrap my dick in a condom and we proceed to have some the wildest sex I've ever had.
