That time I [M]et a girl [F]rom Holland in Vegas.

My best friend Dan had insisted on taking me to Vegas to help me get over a very, very long term relationship I was in (9 years). The last year or so of that had been pretty bad and I was still in a bit of a funk as far as dating and women.

Once we were in Vegas, it was a typical experience for late 30s guys. We’d walk around the pool, looking at women, drinking, getting dirty looks, and eating lots of crap. I think we gambled, and drank more somewhere in there, but it’s all a bit of a blur. At night we decided to try our luck at the dance club at the hotel we were at.

First of all, let me say, Dan and I aren’t cool kids. We’re pretty average people who don’t know the first thing about being cool. But Dan has lots of tattoos and about a month prior we were at a bar in LA and some random guy (Brandon) started talking to Dan because he liked one of his tattoos and wanted to know who his artist was because he wanted some touch-up work done. After a night of drinking and chatting Brandon took off after saying “Hey, I’m the bar manager at a club in Vegas, at *Hotel-X*. If you guys are ever there, just tell the door and they’ll take care of you”.

Flash forward to our weekend in Vegas. We couldn’t be more awkward. We walk up to the club and there’s two lines, a long general admissions line with a mix of people, and shorter VIP/Bottle service line with either very dressed up looking guys or young, hot club girls. With a half circle of velvet rope at the front separating the lines, with two mean looking bouncers who were blocking the center controlling who enters and when.

Dan: What line should we get in?

Me: I don’t know, maybe the general admission line?

Dan: I bet we can get in the VIP line and just tell them we know the bar manager, if they ask?

Me: We’re under-dressed for that line, plus he said “tell the door” not that we could be VIPs?

Dan: You’re right, maybe just the general admission line…

Me: I’ll just ask the bouncer what we should do?

I walked up to the mean bouncer man and he’s giving me that “What the fuck do you want older, under-dressed, none cool guy, I could crush just by flexing my chest muscles” look. And I say “Hey, what line should we wait in, if we’re friends with Brandon and we…” At which point the mean-looking guy just cuts me off in the middle of what I’m saying and gets all up in my face. “Just walk through here and right up past the cashier” as he opens the velvet rope and waves us to the entrance, then yells past us to the bouncer next to the cashier “These guys are good”. And as we reach the cashier that guy stamps our hands and waves us into the club without paying. We were dumb founded, and a bit confused at how easy that was. But damn…

We get up to the bar and open a tab, and around our second drink we see Brandon walking around behind the bartenders doing whatever bar managers do and Dan gives him a little wave of hello and he seems to recognize us right away. He comes up and says hello and show’s Dan the tattoo on his arm that he got touched up by Dan’s guy, and then he goes back around the bar and whisper’s in a bartender’s ear before turning back to his busy night, then she walks over to us and says “Hi, I’m Molly, what name is your tab under, and what can I get you? Also, please get drinks from only me for the rest of the night, Brandon wants me to look after you?” Whatever that means, but whatever, this is the closest we’ll get to VIPs in vegas. She brings our drinks to the bar with two party shots and says they’re a gift.

We’re chill’n, still looking a bit old for the Vegas Club scene, but feeling pretty good about our pseudo VIP status, when three very cute blonde girls squeeze past us to order their drinks. The one closest to me turns and in a thick accent I can’t place says “so, you guys are famous American actors?” I reply with a confused look and ask what she means. “We saw you walk right in, while we were in line. So we think you’re either actors or rich tech guys.” Then she looks me up and down and says “but you don’t look rich”. I’m not sure if I’m flattered that she’s talking to us, or offended that I don’t look like I could be rich. Meanwhile Dan is up at the bar with the two girls from the group that are ordering drinks and as their drinks are delivered Molly (the bartender) can see our angle and says “Would the girls like some shots to?” With the implication these were going on Dan’s tab. All five of us nod yes and the bartender returns with five new party shots and Dan passes them out and the 3 girls let out a “woo” as they drain them back.

The five of us find a less crowded area to chat. I turns out the girls are Dutch, and are in Vegas for a long weekend to “get away”. After a while we all take turns dancing and getting to know each other just a little. We make a couple more trips up to the bar, each time Molly delivering those party shots for us. But if you had a Vegas party shot before, you know they don’t have a ton of alcohol. Still, the girls seemed anchored to us for the evening and this is just making our Vegas experience that much better.

After a couple of hours of dancing and chatting the girl I first talked to comes and whisper’s in my ear. She tells me that the quieter girl in her group (Anna), is the reason they all came to Vegas. That she has a fiance who she’s been with for 5 years, but he has been living in Austria for business reasons the past 6 months. And that last week Anna took the train to Austria to surprise him. Knocking on his flat door on a Saturday morning. That he wouldn’t answer the door or his phone and eventually a woman answered the door. The woman told her she was his gf for the past 3 months, and that when Anna came to the door he freaked out and left through a back door. And this other girl was just as surprised to find out this guy had a fiance. So, somewhere in Austria this guy was running away from his two girlfriends comparing notes. Anyway, the other two girls brought Anna all the way to Vegas from Holland to clear her head as she had been devastated.

The other girl continued “Anna thinks you’re cute… Will you make her forget about this asshole?”. I wasn’t sure what this girl was asking, and she was being very blunt about it. But I was feeling a strong buzz at this point and said “um, yeah”.

Anna was very cute and had a girl next door look. She had shoulder length pale blonde hair, 5’5”, thin with what looked like small perky breasts under her dress. She was wearing a modest blue dress that was tight along her head a torso, but the skirt was loose as to not show off her body too much. She had a cute smile and bright blue eyes. I walked over to Anna and motioned for her to dance with me and she followed me out onto the dance floor. The next two hours were Anna and I dancing, getting closer and occasionally taking a rest to catch up with our friends. After awhile Anna seemed to warm up to me more and more until she was leaning against me, and letting me put my arm around her.
Around 2am we were all danced out and decided to go to a casino bar to drink some more, where we could actually hear each other. Dan found Molly at the bar and we settled up our tab. Dan and I had drank a fair amount and we bought 3-4 rounds for the girls and had all those party shorts, yet our tab was an even 50 dollars. We were shocked. Molly smiled and confirmed this was the right bill and wished us a good night. We tipped what we thought the bill should have been and we made our way to meet the girls outside. The moral of this part of the story is that you should always recommended your tattoo artist to Vegas bar managers.

Once we were walking to the next bar, all 5 of us had a realization that all those free party shots had actually had some kick to them. As the casino was spinning and the floors were moving under our feet a bit too much. This folks, is Vegas drunk… not realizing just how drunk you are until you walk out into the real world. We got to the next bar, a quiet bar inside the hotel that was still three quarters full a bit before 2am. Dan ordered us another round of drinks, but it was clear non of us needed them, as the world around us was still blurry and moving. But we drank them back and maybe ordered another. At about 3am, the Dutch girl I hadn’t mentioned much about had a bit too much to drink and the more brash one decided it was time to get her back to the room. She asked Dan if he would walk them back to their room and Dan seeing two women asking him to walk them back to their room jumped to his feet, almost fell over from being nearly shit-faced drunk himself and then gained his composure and was like “right this way ladies”. The brash girl leaned in to Anna and whispered something in her ear that made her blush, then leaned into my ear “you better take Anna upstairs, I’ll distract your friend”.

Anna and I stayed at the bar for what felt like 30 more minutes. Once we were alone, we started to kiss and talk. On her own she told me about her fiance and that they hadn’t officially broken up yet, simply because she hadn’t seen or spoke with him yet. I like to imagine he’s still running through the streets of Austria trying not to get caught by either of his girlfriends. She also told me she was happy she met someone to take her mind off of him. Then she said “Should we go upstairs?”

I agreed and the two of us headed back to my room. If all had gone to plan, Dan was spending time with the other two girls, leaving the room we share all to Anna and I. We got upstairs and I got to my hotel door and opened it. I was immediately met by the sound of Dan snoring. I shut the door and said to Anna, “umm… Dan’s in there?” Her expression goes to a WTF face, and she curses in dutch (I think..?). I later came to find out that when Dan got the other two girls back to their room, he realized 1. that the brash girl was by far the drunkest of anyone and could barely walk. 2. That he could barely walk, and 3. That nothing was going to happen with everyone in this state, no matter what plans the brash girl had put in place. Dan and the third girl spent about 15 minutes getting the falling down drunk girl into her bed, even thought she was fighting and flirting and insisting Dan not go back to his room (Likely to give Anna alone time). He eventually tucked her in and then he went straight to his bed and passed out. At the time I didn’t know he was being a gentleman and just thought he was a giant cock-blocker.

Stuck… Anna and I kissed in the hallway outside my room for a while. Our kisses had become more and more passionate now that we were alone. In a hallway… Every so often someone would walk by and disturb our moment. We must have spent an hour in the hallway, leaning up against the alcove my door was in. Kissing, holding, touching. She looked up at me and said “I want more?”.. I didn’t know what to do… Dan was snoring away in there, and her room was occupied by her friends. She said “Maybe we can go inside, if we are really quiet?”. So we did…

I lead her into our hotel room and we quickly made a right turn for the bathroom. I closed the door and turned on the light, which was waaaayyy too bright. But then I realized that pimple popping mirror (what men use that little mirror women use to touch up their make-up for), had a lighted ring in it. I turned that on and the main light off and it was much more relaxed feeling.

We started to kiss again and this time she was uninhibited, she started to softly moan between kisses and her hands were running over my chest and back. She was leaning against the sink as I started to kiss down her neck and run my hand into her hair. Her breathing became fast as I kissed her and teased her with my tongue. Her nails were digging into my back as I started to suck on her neck, nibbling softly between each kiss. She pulled away for a moment, to catch her breath, her chest was rising and lowering as if she was out of breath from running a mile, and she stared at me with her piercing blue eyes. She told me she hadn’t had sex in 6 months, that’s why she went all the way to Austria last week, her fiance had been too “busy” to visit.

After we talked for a bit and she caught her breath. I walked up to her, looking her in the eye, and I didn’t kiss her this time. I just slid my hands over her dress and I ran my hands over the skirt and started to pull it up. She leaned back against the sink and she kept looking at my eyes as I slid her skirt up to her hips to reveal a cute pair of black panties that hugged her body perfectly. Now that I could see the shape of her hips, my only thought was that she was perfect. And I think she could see that in my eyes as she watched me pull her dress up even farther. She replaced my hands on her skirt, holding it up, as my hands slide over her hips and thighs. Then I let me urges take over and I slid down to my knees infront of her. I started to kiss those perfect hips and trace my tongue along the edges of her panties. She let out soft moans as I kissed her more and more, and then my finger tips found the edges of her panties and I slid them down off her hips and down her legs.

She looked just as perfect without them on. Underneath she was shaved completely smooth and she had perfectly pink labia. Without hesitation I kissed her inner thighs and then to her pussy, I tasted her for the first time. She wasn’t that wet a first (maybe from the alcohol). She could tell this was a weird angle and she slid back until she was sitting on the edge of the sink and held her skirt up and then she moved her legs far apart and welcomed me. I began to kiss and lick her perfectly pink lips, pulling on them and sucking on them with my lips. Her hand ran into my hair and she started to moan and then the flood gates opened. She was suddenly extremely wet. That’s what I remember most from that night, how wet she became and how fast. I did my best to lick and suck the wetness from her pussy, but there was simply too much. I started to lick and tease her clit and her hand gripped in my hair. She was moaning and saying things in Dutch that I couldn’t understand. I looked up to see her clawing at her own body with her other hand, grabbing and pulling at her breast through her dress. Her head was leaning back against the mirror and her hips were moving slightly with the motion of my tongue. She started to make more and more noise, thankfully Dan sleeps like a rock when he’s drunk. She started to say something in Dutch, and it was getting louder as she repeated it… and then her thighs tightened and there was a gush of juices from inside her. Not quite a squirt, but something close to it. Her hand in my hair gripping tight enough that I wanted to yell out too! Then she relaxed and went limp..

I stood up from the bathroom floor (fuck my knees hurt). And grabbed a towel, my face was soaked with her juices and I wiped myself dry. She grabbed the towel from me and did that same to her thighs, as her wetness was everywhere. She blushed a bit and said softly “thank you”. I smiled and said, “you shouldn’t thank me, I couldn’t help myself… what were you yelling in Dutch?”. She blushed again and smiled to herself “make me cum?, I think is how it translates”.. And I smiled with her.

Then she kissed me on the lips. Softly, sweetly, passionately, like she knew me a lot better than she did. And while we were kissing she fumbled at my belt and opened my jeans, reaching down in and pulling out my cock. Then she pushed me back against the sink, and she dropped to her knees. Then let out an “Ohhh!” as she got a good look at me. I’m pretty average in that department, so I didn’t know what she was exclaiming about and she looked up at me and said “You’re cut, like a jewish man?” I laughed because it hadn’t occurred to me that most men in Europe aren’t circumcised. And she said “this is new… I like it”, as if she was a curious treasure hunter who found something interesting she had never seen before.

Then she leaned in and started to kiss the tip of my cock softly and sweetly. Caressing my cock in her hand as she ran her tongue all over the shaft and ending each lick with a soft kiss. It was 4-5 minutes of her just learning the shape of my cock, before she finally let me feel the warmth of her mouth wrapped around it. Then she began taking me deeper into her mouth and letting me feel the tightness of her throat, her hands sliding over my hips and stomach as she pulled back to lick the tip and tease me a little with her pretty blue eyes looking up at me. It wasn’t long until I couldn’t take much more of it. I warned her I might cum soon, but this only encouraged her. She pulled my pants down to my knees and started to massage my balls with her hand as she started rolling her head from side to side to better stimulate my cock. I started to moan out this time (but in English). I felt my load building inside me and I couldn’t hold it anymore. I looked down at her…and she made eye contact with me, never breaking our gaze. I think I said “fuck” really loud just before I felt myself start to pulse into her mouth. She slid back just a little, enough for me to actually see my cock pulsing, while she held the tip of me in her mouth. Her eyes still locked on mine, letting me fill he mouth up. Then as that last pulse let out she pulled away, and looked up at me. I assumed she was about to stand up and spit into the sink or tub, but then she made the gesture of taking a deep gulp and swallowing me, then squeezed my cock until a big drop of cum squeezed out of me and the sucked the tip of me clean.

She stood up and said.. “You’re dehydrated, we need water”, in a very mater of fact and playful way. I disappeared into the room and got us a bottle of water from near my bed and we both drank and chatted a bit. I walked her to her room, we kissed goodnight and exchanged numbers so we could all meet up then next night.

I saw her more that weekend. And that weekend wasn’t the last time I saw her. But that’s how we met.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8put5r/that_time_i_met_a_girl_from_holland_in_vegas

3 comments

  1. Great story! Would love to hear more about future encounters with her.

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