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Gerta from Holland, Part 2

She was still frisky in the cab. This woman was an energizer bunny. It seemed that being in her late 40’s she was out to prove that she was still as much a vixen as any 25 year old. The low cut dress that she had chosen gave easy access to her breasts & made it easy for her to flash. Since I was new in Rotterdam, she chose the restaurant. She spoke to the cab driver in Dutch & gave directions. We arrived at a basement bar that had a formal dining room upstairs. We started in the bar. It was a dark lounge with a low key woodwind band in a far corner. They had an excellent selection of Cognac & whisky. She choose a pale dry Dalamain in a snifter. I took a McCallen neat. We found a booth in which to sit & admire each other.

We wasted no time in teasing each other with a few gentle caresses. When the kisses began, they were also a bit of a tease. A soft, but energetic beginning with a bit of tongue, followed by a pullback, was the most common pattern that repeated. The drinks went quickly, by European standards. The second round was upon us within 5 minutes. She was already pretty wet. She made sure to notify me of this by slipping off her panties & pressing them into my hand.

A short while later, our table upstairs was ready & we moved, grabbing a third drink on the way up, which again was very fast by European standards. I think she was trying to get me drunk & quite frankly, I didn’t mind.

We skipped appetizers & ordered main courses straight away. She seemed motivated to finish dinner & get back to the hotel room. Again, I was not opposed. Flirtatious behavior continued as we nibbled on our bread. This time, we had a table cloth to mask our down low maneuvers. Her toned legs were brushing up & down the insides of my legs & her stocking clad foot found it’s way to my little play toy. I returned the favor in kind. She wiggled around in her top until the edges of her nipples began to show. She wanted my mind focused on her body & it was working.

When the food came, I was reminded that we were still in Holland, not France nor Italy. This was not a foodie Mecca. The dinner was most likely nutritious, but I can’t really say that it was impressive. Oh Well, each place in this world has it’s strengths & it’s weaknesses. Culinary excellence was not a reason to visit this town. That was of little consequence. The dish I was interested in was sitting across from me & was already simmering. We had stuck with the hard liquer throughout dinner, rather than switching to wine when we moved to the table, & the effects were in full bloom. Gerta was never a shy woman by any stretch of the imagination, but at this point, I was half expecting her to whip off her dress & streak home.

Somehow, she managed to stay clothed for the cab ride back to the hotel, but as soon as we were in the elevator, going up to the room, that changed quickly. She was naked & we were locked in a passionate embrace for the short time that it took to get to the 5th floor. When the elevator doors opened, she put her arms in the air, one hand holding her dress, & sauntered down the hall to the room, in full exhibitionist mode. I’m sure that the people who monitor the security cameras in the hallway got quite a show.

When we got to the room, I opened the door quickly & she immediately pranced in. She was quite surprised to find my little Italian princess from Milan laying on the bed, waiting for us. My little Italian girl had taken exception to the boy toy that Gerta had brought to Fun 4 Two during our previous encounter, but she had no qualms about joining in the fun with Gerta & I. Carla looked very inviting, laying in the freshly turned down bed, with her well tanned body naked except for a pair of Gucci sunglasses. She smiled & greeted us in Italian. I translated for Gerta. She smiled when she learned that she would have two people taking care of her this evening. The three of us were naked on the bed, in a ball of arms & legs, in no time. Gerta was the center of attention.

One thing that Carla & I shared was a fondness for going down on a woman. Carla dove in first, as I went to work kissing Gerta’s neck & caressing her upper body. She was in heaven. This is the sort of full attention that she really craves.

As my hands worked, I let one wander down to where Carla was already busy & slipped a finger inside briefly. I then brought it back up & traced Gerta’s lips with it. She sucked it into her mouth & lavished her tongue around it, until it was clean. Then she looked up at me, with a hunger that indicated she wanted to taste more of that this evening. That opportunity would come a short while later.

Carla worked her way up Gerta’s belly, lingering to kiss around her breasts a bit, then worked her was up to plant a big wet kiss on Gerta’s lips. Gerta enjoyed her own taste on Carla’s soft lips. That kiss went on for a few minutes. As Carla was busy with Gerta’s upper body, I went downtown There was no real need for me to go down on Gerta at all. She was already engorged & well lubricated, but I took a quick taste anyway, just because I wanted to. She was very responsive & a gentle touch was all that was required to make her wiggle at this point.

I entered her slowly this time, pausing & pulling back a bit after each inch or so of penetration. Each time I pushed in a little deeper, her legs would spread a bit more & she would push back into me. When I finally hit home, her legs wrapped around me & sucked me in tight, not letting me move. She began pulsing inside. She was so worked up that she was already cumming. I was a bit disappointed as I had wanted to work her over from the inside a bit.

When I looked up, Gerta, was finally loosing some steam. The booze & that last quick orgasm had a draining effect on her, but Carla, who had been riding on Gerta’s face, while I was inside her, was ready to go.

While Gerta laid there panting a bit, I took Carla to the edge of the bed & entered her straight away. She was ready. Gerta’s tongue had done all the prep work for me. I moved in & out of Carla for about 20 minutes, varying rhythm & speed to get her worked up. As she got close to orgasm, I paused & waited for the impending climax to fade. This frustrated her to no end. She was an instant gratification kind of girl & she didn’t like having her orgasm’s cut short, but I knew her well & I knew that building her up would work out in the long run. I built her up & denied her the orgasm another 4 or 5 times before I thought it was time to finish the job. This time, instead of holding still as she was at the edge, I flipped her over onto her stomach & entered her from behind. I slid forward & back across the top of her, pivoting the tip of my rod to tap, tap, tap on her G-spot, until she gushed & let out a visceral moan as both hands clenched the sheets & her toes curled tightly. She bucked 6 or 8 times as she made animal like noises.

A few minutes later, I softened & slid out of her. I rolled over on my back. Carla went down on me & cleaned me up the way that she knows I like to be cleaned. When she has just been treated to a mind blowing orgasm, she gives the most loving oral service that you can possibly imagine. It’s almost as if she is saying thank you directly to my penis, or maybe it’s I love you. You would have to ask her.

After that, she & I fell asleep. Gerta was already out cold for the evening. The following morning would be interesting.

To be continued.

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