It was her first trip to the US, and she was not having a good time. She and her husband has travelled from the Netherlands, leaving their kids with the grandparents. She had fantasies of hot sex in hotel rooms, and romantic dinners out in fancy restaurants. It started well, but fizzled. He was only interested in going to bed early, and by the fourth night, she was reaching into her panties, frustrated, to take care of her needs as he snored next to her. There was a wetness and heat there that would not be satisfied by a vibrator or her own fingers.
She put on a long, green dress and left the hotel room quietly. She was 31, tall, about 5’9”. She had large, perky breasts. She was “chubby” by Dutch standards, with fantastic curves. She had dirty blonde hair, cut short, and hazel eyes. They stayed at a historic hotel in Los Angeles, and the lobby and bar downstairs reflected the glamour of the roaring 20s. She found a seat at the bar and ordered a beer, sipping at it.
Not there long, a man who appeared 15 years her elder sat next to her. He ordered Booker’s Bourbon neat. She was a bit annoyed that he had crowded her, but as she peeked at him out of the corner of her eyes, she became a bit more intrigued. He was stocky, likely as not the same height or shorter than her. She could only catch glimpses of his face, but she was fixated by his hands and forearms. His fingers were long and moved with grave around the glass.
“So how do you like the United States?” he asked. He turned to her and she could see his face. He had blue eyes, graying hair, and a warm smile. He has a Roman nose.
“How did you know I’m not from the US? You have not heard me speak,” she said in an accent that now made her a bit self-conscious.
“The shoes, darling. It’s always the shoes.” He laughed and she blushed.
They shared names. He told her he loved her accent. He moved in closer, until she could smell the fresh soap scent of his skin.
With the second round he toasted her, “Here’s to the little lost Dutch girl, in the City of Angels.” To which she replied, “I’m not that little.” She stood up and he stood up. They were eye to eye in height, he pressed in close enough that his strong chest grazed her breasts. She felt her nipples stiffen. He wore a fitted black polo and jeans. She could see darker flecks of green in the deep blue of his eyes. “Little as in younger. I have no business chatting up a gal your age.”
With the third, she toasted him, “Proost!” He leaned in closer again, like a predatory animal. His hand was now on her thigh. It was strong and warm, and she felt a throbbing between her legs.
“Now is the moment where you decide. Yes or no,” he whispered in her ear, hand leaving her thigh to find the short hair at her neck. Those hairs rose immediately.
She only had it in her to nod. In the elevator to his room, he pounced. His hands around her waist, he kissed her hard on the lips. His tongue explored her mouth, she accepted it hungrily. She felt her knees weaken. Mid kiss, the elevator opened and a man in his late fifties slid in.
“So sorry to ruin the moment,” the stranger said.
“It’s OK,” he said. He grabbed her hand tightly and held it. “It’s our anniversary,” he said. She blushed and let out a laugh.
The second the door closed to his hotel room,he pushed her against it. She felt his strength pin her against the wall. His took both of her hands in his and pushed them above her head. With the other hand he fumbled under her dress, and shimmed her panties to her ankles. They kissed with fury.
Spinning her around her pushed her again against the door. She could see out the peephole. She felt him lift her dress and spread her buttocks, one hand on each cheek. He opened her wide and for the briefest moment felt embarrassed and shy, until she felt his tongue against her clit, his nose buried between the lips of her pussy. She felt his stubble. She knew he was finding a wetness. He licked and kissed her clit and pussy like a prisoner having his last meal. She then felt his tongue rim her asshole. No one had ever done that to her. It felt amazing and she moaned. He continued there, loosening her up, until his tongue slipped onto the tightest of her holes. His hands worked her clit until she felt her arousal build and the inevitability of her orgasm made her knees buckle. She could feel her ass contract around her tongue.
The broke their embrace, both breathing heavily.
He took her hand and led her to the bed. There he stripped her slowly. His hands moving with like those of an orchestra conductor. He stopped and admired her body when he had unwrapped her like a gift. She had one nipple piercing, her chest was tattooed under the breasts rising into her cleavage. He kissed her there and then traced the ink with his fingers. Her belly quivered. Below, her shaved mount rose and fell with her breathing, she felt her head swim.
“You are gorgeous, darling.”
She felt her head swim, not just from the alcohol. Everything was slowed down. She watched him strip. He had a broad chest and a small belly. He had some scars on his chest. He pulled the thickest cock she had ever seen from his boxer briefs. He stood at the edge of the bed and lined his thickness up with her tight, pink wetness. She felt the sweet stretch as he filled her up. He gasped. His eyes were on hers. He started slowly and built steam. His strong legs pushed his cock into her mercilessly. She felt so amazingly full. His hands roamed her hips and belly and breasts. They settled on her clit. Somehow, he intuitively knew she needed stimulation of her clit to cum. He slowed down with his cock, he sped up with his thumb. She felt her breath quicker as she built to a second orgasm.
“Fuck, darling, you are so tight, I’m going to cum,” he growled. What followed was a string of fucks and moans from him, she felt herself climax just as he pulled out of her and sprayed more cum onto her than she had ever seen. It covered her belly, it covered her tattoo, it covered the breast with the piercing. She could even feel some splatter and drip from her chin and neck. She licked some with her tongue, warm and salty.
They showered together, and crept into the bed, spooning, her feeling his semi-erect cock nestled between her cheeks as she drifted off to sleep.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ydp8at/the_little_dutch_girl_in_the_city_of_angels_mf