While working abroad in Amsterdam I hooked up with the hotel receptionist [FF]

This story takes place in January 2020, at the time I spent a lot of time working abroad across Northern Europe and was currently based in the Amsterdam office of the company I was working for. I was staying in a hotel about ten minutes away from the office which was the regular hotel the company used.

I’d stayed there for about four weeks in total and my first visit was in December 2019. It was a lovely hotel and one of the best I’d stayed in, (I won’t say which hotel as I do not want to get the member of staff in trouble or have anybody try to stalk her). The first time I’d checked in she immediately caught my eye and I started to develop a small crush on her. For this story we’ll call her Sophie.

As the weeks rolled by I got to know her more and more through casual small talk and one or two longer conversations at the bar, she was lovely to talk to and had a lot to talk about and I could tell that she was genuinely being polite and talkative, not just because it was her job.

Anyway it was supposed to be my last week in Amsterdam before moving on to the next office and I’d been out with the team for a meal and a few drinks, something we did as a team every night. We got back to the hotel well after midnight and headed straight for bed.

I got in my room and got myself ready for bed, cleaning my teeth and changing into my pajamas. I wasn’t quite ready to sleep yet but I was somewhat aroused, alcohol has that effect on me, so I got out my vibrator and opened my phone. To my surprise it wasn’t connected to the hotel wifi.

I tried to reconnect but for whatever reason it just wouldn’t. I went downstairs to the reception and explained the issue. The clerk I’d been crushing on was there and she said she’d come up to my room to see if the wifi was working on her phone.

I thanked her and we got in the lift together. Sophie was chatty and asked me about work and how long I’d be visiting Amsterdam for, I told her all about it and we must have spent 5 minutes just chatting in my room before she checked the wifi.

She confirmed it was dead then went to test the signal in the bedroom to see if it was better.

I had completely forgotten about the toy on my bed and went bright red when she very obviously saw it. I let her test the signal and prayed she wouldn’t say anything, it was pretty obvious why I wanted to be on the wifi.

She apologised for the lack of internet and looked at my bright red face. She laughed and made a joke about finding something on Dutch tv instead, I politely laughed and just prayed she’d leave, knowing I’d never be able to look at her again. She chuckled to herself and smiled at me, “I always find it amusing how prude English girls are about sex, you know this isn’t the first vibrator I’ve seen,” at this point I was very embarrassed and my slightly tipsy mind began to devolve into horny, “you have good taste,” she picked it up.

It was a small bullet vibe I’d bought back in uni, it was my favorite for travelling with as it’s very discreet and surprisingly powerful. She gave it a once over and put it down on the bed. If I’d been in a sober state I’d probably have been pissed off beyond belief, I got on well with Sophie but this was way across the line, I hated the fact that an almost stranger had come into my room and was judging my most private possessions.

Tipsy me is a different story though, I was more embarrassed than annoyed and I couldn’t help but find Sophie even more attractive, imagining her using my toy on herself, “You can try it out if you’d like?” I blurted out. Stupid Stupid Stupid! I hate my mouth sometimes.

She laughed, I have no idea what I sounded like but I imagine the mix of angry, horny and embarrassment was quite the amusing combination, “I could get in trouble for that, I’m working,” she dismissed and headed for the door, “my shift finishes at one, she smirked as she left my room, and don’t worry, the wifi will be working tomorrow.”

The door shut and I was left confused, had she just, is she, am I, I went to the bathroom to cool my face down and thought fuck it. If she came back then I’d better be ready for her.

I stripped down to my underwear, deciding to change into a more lacy and sexy pair and waited. It hit 1 AM and I was nervous, pacing around the room and fiddling with random objects, dimming the lights to try and set the mood until a knock at the door stopped me.

Feeling my stomach doing flip flops I opened the door and sure enough she came in.

I could feel her eyes on me as she took me in, admiring my chest and body, she smiled at me and told me how beautiful I was. I giggled nervously and thanked her, telling her the same.

She had shoulder length, dark red hair, a smooth, round face with soft, green eyes. She was about 5’8”, slightly taller than me and had quite a large chest, at least D cup. She had wide hips and thighs to die for and the way her trouser’s hugged her arse was literally perfection.

I’d been in this position with plenty of men and women before but this was different, she was older than me, I was 20 at the time and I later found out she was 28. I offered her a drink and she politely declined, saying she’d rather go straight to the bedroom.

I still wasn’t used to someone being this forward with me, I felt a bit out of my comfort zone as usually I was the one to take the initiative but she was obviously far more experienced than me.

Without saying anything further she undressed, quickly stripping down to her bra and underwear, they were nothing fancy, just simple, black cotton.

Her body was incredible, her chest was generous and I could’ve got lost in her cleavage, her body was slightly toned and had a little bit of chubbiness to it and her arse somehow looked even better in her underwear than in her tight trousers.

I couldn’t help it anymore, I placed my hands on her hips and leaned up to kiss her.

I could tell it took her by surprise when she gasped into my mouth but when she started to kiss back and her hands tried to undo my bra I knew there was no going back.

This I could do, it didn’t matter that this gorgeous woman was 8 years older than me. I was well in my comfort zone, taking control of the kiss as I guided her to the bed, my bra coming off somewhere along the way.

As the back of her knees hit the bed I shoved her, hard. She cried out as she hit the mattress and I was quick to pounce on top of her, kissing her mouth as I pinned her arms above her head. The kiss was passionate as I worked through my feelings, still driven by anger and annoyance but also wanting to make her feel good.

I bit at her bottom lip when I pulled away, keeping her hands above her head, “Maybe you’re not just a prude little English girl after all,” she smirked and for the first time that night her accent bled through, I was unbelievably wet.

I grinned back down at her, “You have no idea,” I winked and buried my face in her chest, nipping and biting at her tits, keeping her hands still as I marked her breasts. I could hear her moans and gasps, mixing vulgar words I recognised with Dutch I had never heard before.

With one last bruising suck on the inside of a breast I finally released her arms and stared down at her, she stared back up, panting heavily, “I thought I had you worked out,” she brought her hands to my chest and squeezed, almost reaching orgasm as I felt soft hands massage my stiff nipples,
“Oh?” I hummed, putting my hands over hers and encouraging her to play with my chest,
“You’ve clearly been with many women,” she explained, “I thought I would be your first and break you out of your shell, it’s only usually men that look at me the way you do.”

I suddenly felt very embarrassed and self conscious, I thought I’d got away with looking at her and the many times I’d snuck a glance at her tits or arse, “Sorry,” I apologised which she laughed at.

“Why do British people apologise about everything?” she was genuinely curious and I could tell she needed a moment to catch her breath,
“I have no idea,” I smiled and leaned in to kiss her.

Her arms wrapped around my back and I let her roll on top of me, pinning me to the bed and taking the opportunity to get her out of her bra and exposing her chest. They were soft and heavy, fully natural and one of the largest pairs I’ve ever got my hands on. I played with her chest as we made out, making her gasp and moan into our kiss.

After a while of just feeling each other’s bodies and making out she pinned my shoulders to the bed and looked down at me, she said something in Dutch that I didn’t understand but I think translates as “You look fucking beautiful,” and began to suck my chest, biting down on my nipples while her hands began to explore my body.

She spent so long kissing my chest, returning the favour with a soft bite and leaving a bruise. It was incredible and I nearly came from her mouth alone but I was desperate to hold on. I must have been a complete mess the next time she looked up at me.

She said something else in Dutch and moved her hands to my hips and tried to remove my panties. I raised my hips and let her and before I knew it she was admiring me. I was soaked beyond belief and I wasn’t surprised when she ran a finger through my folds.

I shuddered and moaned, begging for more, she laughed at that and gently slipped her finger inside me, curling it to tease my burning insides. I writhed and bucked, moaning for a second finger before she lowered her mouth to my cunt and licked up the full length of it.

She made an audibly pleased sound and licked her lips, muttering something else in Dutch which I assume meant, “You taste delicious,” or something along those lines. Then she went for my vibrator and I spread my legs wider.

Everything was incredible, the way she held my vibrator to my clit, pinning me to the bed with her forearm and watching me come apart beneath her. My body writhed and shuddered as pleasure overwhelmed me, Sophie was covering every inch of my pussy with the vibrator and I was in absolute heaven, squirting over the toy and her hand but she kept going. Keeping the toy on me until I physically had to kick her away.

My mind was a haze as I relaxed into the aftershocks of my orgasm, watching her lick my vibe clean. She looked angelic, smiling down at me while performing such a lewd act. For the oldest person I’d ever been with, she was one of the most beautiful.

When I’d recovered enough I sat up and went to kiss her again. I could taste myself on her lips as she gently eased me back into the bed, telling me how pretty I was and that I was a good girl.

We lay together for a while, just kissing and touching some more until I asked her to take her knickers off. She smiled at that and shimmied out of them. She was just as wet as I was, there was a godly amount of grool and I felt my body react as I moved to lay her back in the bed.

She knew what I wanted and lay down, spreading my legs so I could fit between them. If I hadn’t been so spent and exhausted I’d have played with her for a while first but I just wanted to make her cum.

I began to lick at her, using the flat of my tongue in long, broad strokes while using the tip to tease her clit. I got her worked into a steady rhythm, combining long and slow with quick and fast until she was moaning things in Dutch.

She tasted sweet and I couldn’t get enough, sliding two fingers into her and curling them upwards, trying to find her g spot. It didn’t take her long and soon I had a hand in my hair, burying my face deep in her delicious cunt.

I couldn’t get enough of her and didn’t want to stop, even when she’d cum. I licked as much of her up as I could before she pulled my head away and into another long kiss. She wrapped her arms around me and buried me in the soft sheets, kissing my mouth before she pulled away. I asked her if she’d spend the night but she refused, telling me it was too risky.

I asked her if she’d done this before which she found amusing but confirmed that she had. She then told me she’d see me around, dressed and left.

I fell asleep soon after.

When the morning came I was woken up by my alarm. I was buzzing, quickly showering and getting dressed before flying downstairs. She was already at the reception desk, immaculate and smiling as she had been for the weeks I’d been staying there.

I wanted to say something to her but didn’t know where to start, especially as she had a colleague with her so I sat on my phone and waited for the rest of the team to come downstairs.

As we left for the office she called me over and told me that the wifi will be looked into today. I thanked her for coming up to check last night and went to work as if nothing had happened.

After work that day we got back to the hotel and were told to meet in an hour if we wanted to go out for an evening meal and drinks. Sophie wasn’t on reception and I was really, really hoping she’d be waiting in my room, fully nude in a bed of petals.

Unfortunately that never happened, instead there was a jar of Stroopwaffles on the side and a note which read:

Thank you for bringing the Wi-Fi issue to our attention, here is a gift on behalf of the hotel.

PS: Last night was incredible, you were incredible, I hope you stay with us again soon

Sophie XXXX

Considering it was our last night in Amsterdam and she wasn’t working tonight I assumed the last time I would see her would probably be tomorrow when checking out, as luck would have it a few weeks later I had to fly back out to Amsterdam for work again…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qxdi37/while_working_abroad_in_amsterdam_i_hooked_up