Model

OK, where to start. um. Right, I went to Amsterdam for 5 hours. It was amazing, and this was the first girl. My flight had been delayed an hour from Heathrow, not great when you only plan to be in the RLD for 6 hours. Then when I got to Schipel I found that all the train lines had been shut for maintenance which meant I had to take a bus to some where and then catch a regional train into Amsterdam. Easy you say. Well, not really, especially when no one speaks English. It was fairly straight forwad, but the signs at the airport said take the bus to Hoofdoorf and get a train, but when I found the Hoofdoorf bus and said Amsterdam? The guy pointed to another bus. I got on that and ended up at Zuid? WTF, I didn't know where I was but I found a train station nearby and got a very slow regional train into Amsterdam.

So, late, I arrived in the zone. Toured the other side first, the area with the narrow lanes, and then went over to the main area. By the way I entered the RLD at almost exactly 11pm and was wiping the 4th load of cum off my dick at 4am after time with girl number 5.

So, wandering around, amazed that it had only taken me a million years to get there I felt both the need to 'score' quickly and the need to take my time. Thats why I toured the whole of the other side first and didn't choose a girl.

Then wandering down one of the side trunks I saw this amazing girl, I could see right away that she was special, she looked like a model, and so I just went for it. I really wanted to take my time because I know the 15 minutes go quickly, but I sort of forgot everything. She was petite, but experienced/mature. When I say mature, I mean maybe 25 years old? But she had the rich face of an experienced model. Blonde hair. She had a face that I would turn to gaze at in the street passing in the real world, which is a good sign so I just went for it. I knew in the back of my mind that I can be a bit choosy and it only wastes time because you go round the block and shes taken so you have to wait 15 minutes or more for her boat to get back in port.

Anyway, she had the same room that I did the Threesome in. (link when I write that one up) She was friendly. She had blonde hair, dyed I imagine, and longish black socks up to her knees, I think and a top that stopped at her nipples. It was very erotic really. We talked, but I cant remember everything. She gave me a blow job, which was great. I have a tendency to stare. I think its because I know i've been looking forward to it for months and when its finally there its easy to wonder off in your mind or stare at the ceiling and not remember much. I cant really remember her doing it, although I can imagine the environment. What I mean by that is I think I can remember her blowing me off, but its not a memory photo. All I know is that I wanted to remember every second and was staring hard to make the most of it. There was lots of eye contact which I like. Its like they want you to watch them as much as you want to see them. Like when they blow you off its more important that they you are looking to them, then if your enjoying it. And it is.

Then we swapped, regular position. I'm not adventourous. I remember very distinctly the fact that she was wearing her shoes still. It was amazing, like I was finnally tucking into the main course, her soft warm legs and thighs wrapped around my waist. There was a mirror to the side. The room was dimly lit. My clothes were on a chair to the side. There was a dresser and a sink. It was quite a spacious room. I've been in there before.

So she has a black top on, and her legs are up around my waist. It felt great, just like I was with a girlfriend. If it were a meal it was the best meal I had ever eaten, or could remember eating. It was like I had the best, there and then, for a few moments. I could remember it from before, but from years ago when I used to fuck where ever, on te sofa, in bed etc. Its was so real. Well of course, she was real. And anyway, she had on these black shoes and it was really erotic. They were just regular shoe the sort that any girl would wear, with maybe an inch heal? Nothing flash, she could have worn them into the office at work and they would have fitted in. They were open top, so no laces, the opening went down to her toe area. Not all the way, but you know the sort of shoe I mean. And her top was still on. We made alot of eye contact which is my way kissing. I sort of held myself up so we didn't get sweaty. I think the girl appreciate that. She was also holding the condom either to stop it falling off, stop our pubic regions from touching or stop me going in to far. I dont know. I dont mind so I didn't ask. I'm just glad she was letting me put it in her.

Anyway, Whilst we were fucking she started to say, 'give it to me', which I found erotic really. Theres some history in that. Its not so much that I like girls saying that, but my first Ho used to say it and it got me wondering at why she used to say it and I arrived at the conclusion that I was 'giving her' a part of my life, that she was taking it, and whilst I felt that I didn't want to give, by nature, I realised that this was exactly what I wanted, for the ultimate connection, the memory, and that the appropriate response was to give. Anyway, she started to say that, and she was half smiling too like she knew what I was thinking, like she knew the history, and I looked into her eyes and asked, 'what do you want'? And she said 'I want your cum', and I said 'you want my love?' and she said 'yes, give it to me', and I said 'you want my life', and she said 'yeas, give it to me', and so I said, 'i'll give it to you', We said a few more things. It took longer to cum than I expected. The first time is usually really quick, like less than a minute, or just a few pounds, but this time it was like I had already done it several times and I had to up the revs in order to kep the power going.

Anyway, when the magic moment arrived I said 'what do you want, is this what you want, look i'm giving it to you, can you feel it', and she was all yes yes, give it to me. And we were both very happy. I'm only going into that detail because i think its important. Its important for several reasons because I think that is the critical element of the transaction, the union and bonding. It was at that monent that she became my friend, for me, and for her it was the moment when she had prooved her worth, in her minds eye, I guess. I dont fully understand the mechanics, but the exchange in words like that kind of represents the bonding and the unoion, where she is saying I want to be the reciever, and you are the giver, and buy accepting this, by agreeing and saying yes, i'll give it to you, and saying it so both parties know its true is the ultimate transaction. It was truly amazing. And the most amazing part is that I had forget that part until halfway htrough writing this.

i also want to say something else. I like to watch the action, to see as much as possible. Not perversly, but such that I am not sleeping on the job like you might with a wife. At all times my senses are drawing in every sensation, especially my eyes. But I could also feel her soft skin. But most of all I could see my body heaving away at hers in the mirror. It always amazes me to see how big I am. I do weight training, and she said she could tell because I was broad across te shoulders, but mostly I was me without a huge beer belly. I have lost alot of weight recently because I have been working out. And i could see myself and my abs moving in and out, and I looked quite fit. Not amazing, but it looked ok, and her body was small against mine. I like that, for some reason, its the contrast, my largnesss against her petite frame. We stared at each other through the mirror. An most importantly I could see my shaft going in and out of her cunt. Again, thats a very sacred thing for me because its memntal proof that I was there, that I knew a girl and she let me put my dick in her. Its also amazing to watch it sink into her body. I'm not a big guy really and nor is my dick, but its big enough and I could see my shaft sinking further and further into her sacred body. I always like to focus on that a bit to remember it, but often I forget.

So that was that. One of the benefits for me with it being November was that I had alot of clothes to put on, especially in comparison to her. I had a t-shirt, shirt, sweat top and jacket as well as jeans and pants. The advantage was that it took a little longer to get dressed and so I could talk with her more. She told me her name and where she came from. I asked her loads of stuff, what were her hobbies, did she live alone, how long she had been a ho. I also asked if I could take photo, I often ask and am nearly always refused, and she said no, but added that I would have to take a mental photograpgh.

Also, because this trip was different in that I didn't have a hotel to go to I took the time to wipe my dick with an antiseptic alcohol medical wipe, and then spray it with an iodine disinfectant. This was to keep myself clean. Whilst doing this I couldn't help noticing how big my dick is, it was almost erotic. I guess I never really handle my dick usually after sex and just slap it back in to my pants, but I noticed that it was still as long as it was erect, but it was just the other side of flacid, and it was still really think. I guess they have seen all sizes of dicks and mines not that big, but I was wondering if she was marvelling at it too. I dont think so, I think she wanted to get onto standing in the window again, but she was still very poilite and didn't rush me. I always ruch anyway, but because I had so much to put on and wanted to clean my did, I got a few extra minutes of her time which was fun.

Not much else to say. I dont want to say anything personal about her, like her name etc, but oter details? Well, it was one of 4 windows that join behind, and I've been there before. When you go through the window you go through a door, its really rickety. I remember standing there for a few minutes last time, then theres some stops, and theres a phone and a chair too. Up the steps, about 5-6 of them there is a room, not too small. As you enter, there is a little 2-3 foot passage and then the room opens out to the right where the bed is. As you enter, on the left there was a dresser with all her stuff on it, then a sink against the wall, I think, and then in the far left corner was a chair.

I decided to only go for 50 euro suck and fucks. Its tempting to go for 30 minutes or more but it actually gets more boring and you get memories of being bored or awkward. 15 minutes is perfect to keep it short, sweat, exciting and just as memorable. You dont remember much more in 30 minutes. Anyway.

This was the perfect start to the 5 hour trip. It was a quick hug and then back into the cold night air, which wasn't actually that cold, and off to the bar for some Red Bull.

Also i have a clear memory of seeing her siloutted in the doorway. I could she her clearly, but her blonde hair cotrasted with the dark around her and behind her. She looked rich and affluent, in her face. Very memorable.