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07 Aralık 2023, 01:46
We met on the Bulletin Boards. I sent Lucy a 'Private Message' and she replied. She was very careful in her responses and gave very little away. She was amusing straight away with subtle one liners which I enjoyed. She wouldn't give away any specifics about where she lived or what she did and it took time to get to know that she travelled around Europe quite frequently. I also travel around Europe a lot on business mainly Holland and Germany so I asked her about various cities but didn't get any responses to indicate where she was actually based in Europe.
I told her that I came from Brighton, Europe's capital of Homosexuality, but she didn't know Brighton, only London. Giving my location anyway still didn't elicit any mention of where she was based. Her profile was very sexy, with an a 1950's type photo, which later changed to a silhouetted picture of a long cock dangling in front of a woman's face. The only piece of titillating information was that she was yearning to meet a dominant person.
Over the space of a few months we continued with the occasional message. The only time Lucy started to open up was when I mentioned that I had just got back from a trip from Holland. She asked if I had been to any of the clubs in Amsterdam. As I'm normally on business I make a point of not going into Amsterdam City as it's hard to go clear headed into a meeting after spending the night in the 'City of Sin'. After I sent her that message I didn't get a response for weeks. I could see that she was still busy posting messages on the Bulletin Boards but she had gone cold on me. So I decided on one last ditched attempt at trying to get Lucy to open up. So I sent her a message telling her that I would be in Amsterdam at the end of the month for a meeting and that I could arrange to meet her in the late afternoon after my meetings, if she was around in Europe during that time.
I got a response a few days later, saying yes she would be in Europe at the end of the month and that she could meet me that afternoon in Amsterdam. My mind raced as soon as I received that message. Up to that point I'd been only a cybersex or phone sex man but had never actually met someone from a Bulletin Board or a chat room, or anyone, actually face to face. I'm happily married although our sex life is dull and I'd never had full blown sex with another woman apart from my wife. So actually meeting someone from a Bulletin Board was a big step, not that I immediately accepted that sex was going to be on the agenda.
Over the next few weeks we continued to correspond erratically. The messages between us where getting slowly more erotic each time, with Lucy asking more details about our meeting in Amsterdam. Soon I was on the plane to Schipol and jumping straight into a meeting with a bunch of arrogant Dutchman (aren't they all). It was hard to concentrate on the details of the meeting as my mind was constantly thinking about my impending encounter with Lucy. What would she be like? How should I act? I had decided as soon as Lucy had replied that she would meet me that I would attempt to be her ideal dominant man and I had set a plan to help easily accomplish that. But how would she respond?
As soon as the meeting finished I caught a taxi to Schipol airport from the meeting and then got the train to Central Station, in the centre of Amsterdam. We had planned to meet at 6pm. She had told me that she would wear an 1950's type white raincoat. I was wearing my pre-arranged black jacket, light blue shirt with a dark blue V-necked jumper, black trousers and black shinny shoes. I walked up the stairs of Central Station pass the parade of shops and in the large plaza surrounded by bikes, getting progressively more nervous. I quickly caught site of a medium built lady with auburn hair wearing a cream coloured rain coat with a 1950's style dress. I walked over. 'Hello are you Lucy'.
She turned round slowly and with a distinctive Southern Belle American Accent said 'Why yes, you must be Bob'. It was a very peculiar moment. We'd never met, she'd never really told me anything about her but here we were at the front of Amsterdam Central Street Station exchanging a polite kiss on the cheek.
'So' I said 'Where have you come from today?'
'Oh you know, not that far' and she gave a little laugh that basically told me not to ask any more questions of that sort of nature, thank you very much.
'So where do you intend to take me Bob?'
'Well I intend to take you everywhere my dear' and of we went walking towards the city centre along the main central canal. We started to chat and Lucy obviously had been here before. She mentioned the Heineken Beer factory, the Van Gogh Museum and the Ann Frank Museum so she was defiantly a well-seasoned normal tourist. I knew Amsterdam as a normal tourist too, although I wanted to know how well she knew the other side of Amsterdam, the seedy side, the side where Amsterdam earns it's title of the 'City of Sin'. I knew where I would take her first and just before we entered gaziantep escortlar (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/) the building I touched her hand and looked directly into her eyes for the first time.
She was attractive and well groomed. 'Lucy I am going to show you the other side of Amsterdam and give you a night you will never forget but it at any time you want to stop, tell me and I will be the proper English Gent'. 'OK' she replied giving a giggle that indicated that she had no intention of stopping the impending proceedings.
We turned in the Sex Museum. 'So why are we going in here Bob' asked Lucy in the kind of voice that indicated that she had a damn good idea why we were entering this building. 'Its to help break the ice, Lucy Dearest'. She laughed and I paid the Six Euro's each admission fee and we entered the thin narrow building. It's a strange place the Sex Museum and never changes much but it's always the first place I go to when I come to Amsterdam from Central Station. The dummy in full S
I told her that I came from Brighton, Europe's capital of Homosexuality, but she didn't know Brighton, only London. Giving my location anyway still didn't elicit any mention of where she was based. Her profile was very sexy, with an a 1950's type photo, which later changed to a silhouetted picture of a long cock dangling in front of a woman's face. The only piece of titillating information was that she was yearning to meet a dominant person.
Over the space of a few months we continued with the occasional message. The only time Lucy started to open up was when I mentioned that I had just got back from a trip from Holland. She asked if I had been to any of the clubs in Amsterdam. As I'm normally on business I make a point of not going into Amsterdam City as it's hard to go clear headed into a meeting after spending the night in the 'City of Sin'. After I sent her that message I didn't get a response for weeks. I could see that she was still busy posting messages on the Bulletin Boards but she had gone cold on me. So I decided on one last ditched attempt at trying to get Lucy to open up. So I sent her a message telling her that I would be in Amsterdam at the end of the month for a meeting and that I could arrange to meet her in the late afternoon after my meetings, if she was around in Europe during that time.
I got a response a few days later, saying yes she would be in Europe at the end of the month and that she could meet me that afternoon in Amsterdam. My mind raced as soon as I received that message. Up to that point I'd been only a cybersex or phone sex man but had never actually met someone from a Bulletin Board or a chat room, or anyone, actually face to face. I'm happily married although our sex life is dull and I'd never had full blown sex with another woman apart from my wife. So actually meeting someone from a Bulletin Board was a big step, not that I immediately accepted that sex was going to be on the agenda.
Over the next few weeks we continued to correspond erratically. The messages between us where getting slowly more erotic each time, with Lucy asking more details about our meeting in Amsterdam. Soon I was on the plane to Schipol and jumping straight into a meeting with a bunch of arrogant Dutchman (aren't they all). It was hard to concentrate on the details of the meeting as my mind was constantly thinking about my impending encounter with Lucy. What would she be like? How should I act? I had decided as soon as Lucy had replied that she would meet me that I would attempt to be her ideal dominant man and I had set a plan to help easily accomplish that. But how would she respond?
As soon as the meeting finished I caught a taxi to Schipol airport from the meeting and then got the train to Central Station, in the centre of Amsterdam. We had planned to meet at 6pm. She had told me that she would wear an 1950's type white raincoat. I was wearing my pre-arranged black jacket, light blue shirt with a dark blue V-necked jumper, black trousers and black shinny shoes. I walked up the stairs of Central Station pass the parade of shops and in the large plaza surrounded by bikes, getting progressively more nervous. I quickly caught site of a medium built lady with auburn hair wearing a cream coloured rain coat with a 1950's style dress. I walked over. 'Hello are you Lucy'.
She turned round slowly and with a distinctive Southern Belle American Accent said 'Why yes, you must be Bob'. It was a very peculiar moment. We'd never met, she'd never really told me anything about her but here we were at the front of Amsterdam Central Street Station exchanging a polite kiss on the cheek.
'So' I said 'Where have you come from today?'
'Oh you know, not that far' and she gave a little laugh that basically told me not to ask any more questions of that sort of nature, thank you very much.
'So where do you intend to take me Bob?'
'Well I intend to take you everywhere my dear' and of we went walking towards the city centre along the main central canal. We started to chat and Lucy obviously had been here before. She mentioned the Heineken Beer factory, the Van Gogh Museum and the Ann Frank Museum so she was defiantly a well-seasoned normal tourist. I knew Amsterdam as a normal tourist too, although I wanted to know how well she knew the other side of Amsterdam, the seedy side, the side where Amsterdam earns it's title of the 'City of Sin'. I knew where I would take her first and just before we entered gaziantep escortlar (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/) the building I touched her hand and looked directly into her eyes for the first time.
She was attractive and well groomed. 'Lucy I am going to show you the other side of Amsterdam and give you a night you will never forget but it at any time you want to stop, tell me and I will be the proper English Gent'. 'OK' she replied giving a giggle that indicated that she had no intention of stopping the impending proceedings.
We turned in the Sex Museum. 'So why are we going in here Bob' asked Lucy in the kind of voice that indicated that she had a damn good idea why we were entering this building. 'Its to help break the ice, Lucy Dearest'. She laughed and I paid the Six Euro's each admission fee and we entered the thin narrow building. It's a strange place the Sex Museum and never changes much but it's always the first place I go to when I come to Amsterdam from Central Station. The dummy in full S