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Gerta from Holland, Part 3

The following morning, Carla was the first to wake. She had not been drinking the night before, as Gerta & I had. In addition to being a stunningly beautiful woman, Carla was also a very good cook. She had a way of making scrambled eggs so that they came out fluffy. I think that she added milk & a touch of vanilla or something like that to the mix. The eggs were for me. That was what American’s ate for breakfast. The Italians had brioce & espresso. She made up a tray with a little variety of things, including a few pastries, a bit of soft cheese, some fresh fruit & my eggs, along with OJ, espresso & a cappuccino. Obviously, she had been up long enough to go out & pick up a few things. The sound of her in the kitchenette of the hotel room caused me to stir. Gerta was still asleep.

I went out to find Carla wearing nothing but an apron. This was a fond memory for me. The last time, I found Carla wearing an apron, she had a vibrating egg inside her. I came up behind her & put my arms around her. She turned her head back towards me & said Caaaarrra, which was her way of saying - my dear friend. I kissed her neck & nuzzled a little. This made her squirm. My hands worked their way down her front & inside the apron. Her nipples were already erect. After caressing them for a bit, I reached down to untie the apron. The little control box for her vibrating egg fell to the floor, dragging the egg out as it went down. She jumped a bit as it popped out. She jumped again as I entered her in it’s place. She smiled & purred. This was exactly what she had wanted. She put her hands out on the counter as she arched her back & pushed her backside into me. I moved in & out, using different speeds, depths & rhythms that I had remembered worked well on her in the past. She was still the same woman that I had remembered. I was able to work her up to the brink of orgasm & then hold off for a bit as the intensity softened & allowed me to bring her up again. After about 4 or 5 cycled of this I decided to finish her off rather than hold her back again. She came on cue as I exploded inside her, with my first orgasm of the day. I had a little pounding in my head from the whisky the night before, but I didn’t care. The orgasm was stronger than the pain.

After I withdrew, Carla quickly dropped to her knees & cleaned me up. She had always liked the taste of her own juices & had always been quick to lick me clean after I had been inside her. After that, she quickly finished putting the breakfast tray together, tossed the apron away & headed into the bedroom to find out how Gerta was doing.

Apparently, our shenanigans in the kitchenette had been noticed by Gerta. She was awake, smiling, with her legs spread & her fingers in the pie. The sheets were to the side. Carla put the tray down on the night stand & immediately went down on Gerta. This left Carla bending over the bed with her legs slightly spread. I couldn’t resist going back after Carla again. I rubbed & kissed her butt a bit, but quickly had my fingers inside her freshly vibrated & fucked pussy. She was still slick inside. She was also a bit dilated. I started with two fingers inside her, then worked in a third & finally a fourth. She usually had objected to having that many fingers inside her at once, but this time she was too distracted to notice or care. For the first time ever, I managed to work my whole hand inside her. One inside, I was able to ball it up into a fist. Her entrance was a snug fit, but once inside, things opened up a bit & there was more room to move more freely.

I worked my fist gently in & out inside her. By now, her concentration on Gerta’s pussy had been broken by what was going on between her own legs. When her head turned back towards me, her jaw was hanging low & her eyes were closed. Gerta saw the direction that things were going & turned Carla over on her back, then went to work on Carla’s breasts while I continued to gently fist her pussy. After about ten minutes of this, I found a position where the base knuckle of my thumb would hit her G-spot on the out stroke & the second knuckle of my middle finger would tap her cervix on the in stroke. I played back & forth between these two, alternating patterns of touch. Three to the top, two to the bottom, four gentle to the top, followed by a pause, then one firm one to the bottom. I changed the rhythm & intensities of motion until her back arched hard, her head tipped back & she sucked air in hard. Then I pulled back against her G-spot & vibrated my hand back & forth to from side to side. She squirted about half way across the room, letting out some squeaks that I had not encountered before. Then she went limp.

After that, she was hyper sensitive & didn’t want to continue with any stimulation between her legs for a while. I gently unrolled my hand & withdrew it from her. I snuck in a quick kiss on her clit as I pulled out. She responded with a smile & a little wiggle, but then closed her legs tightly as her whole body shook a bit before relaxing & going limp.

I then turned & looked at Gerta. She was fully fired up & had not yet been satisfied.

To be continued… After a little more playinginpalmbeach