This is a true story I’d like to share. I mean, I never
thought of myself as an exhibitionist, I don’t go and
look for opportunities that is, although I have enjoyed
girls sitting next to me on the bus when the vibrations
make me get hard… I’m sure a lot of you guys know
what I mean. (Sweats and boxer shorts, a deadly
combination.)
Anyway, I had an experience, which I really enjoyed
last time I was in Amsterdam (I like to travel). I have
a friend whose name is Heldga who goes to school here
in the U.S. She’s Dutch, however she speaks English
well enough to attend college.
Well, she’s just a friend and all, but we are close. No
sex, mind you, but there have been various “occasions”
that have proven interesting. One of them was at her
apartment, when she had meant to flash her boyfriend by
raising her blouse over her head and had actually
flashed me. (She has very nice tits, very big and her
nipples are nice and dark.) When she did that she
didn’t flinch, she just smiled at me and finished
getting ready our group night out (we were all going
dancing and had planned on meeting up at Heldga’s
place).
Well, later, on one of those nights when we were all
too drunk to go to our own homes and decided to spend
the night at one of our mutual female friend’s dorm
room, this girl and Heldga somehow decided that since I
was basically passed out that they would make me
comfortable.
They took off my shoes (That woke me up but I didn’t
open my eyes) then started to take my pants off. And
again, I don’t know if this happens to you too, (if you
are male) but sometimes, with boxer shorts, you sort of
just, you know, hang out. So, when they took my pants
off they exposed me. God! What was going through my
mind (I had let them do it, I had no girlfriend at the
time, there were no guys around, you know, it was
perfect.) I was hoping that being drunk they’d go down
on me or something.
There was silence then some whispering, and then one of
the two, I don’t know which, took my penis in her hand
and put it back into my shorts. I hadn’t had sex in
several months and the touch of a girl’s hand got me
hard, which is unusual, even if I’m drunk, but hey, it
happened.
After a while I thought they had forgotten about me and
when I chanced to open my eyes, I noticed that by
getting hard (I was semi-hard, really) I had fallen out
of my boxers again. This time I know it was Heldga who
walked up to me and took it in her hand and put it in
my shorts again. And she took her sweet time doing so.
But she didn’t do anything really. I wondered if she
had been alone… with me passed out. maybe she would
have been bolder, you never know.
But this is all a prelude to what happened when my
girlfriend Kathy and I went to visit Heldga in
Amsterdam about six months later.
Kathy and I were new to each other and were still
experimenting with each other’s bodies, but it was hard
to get kinky when traveling all over Europe of $25 a
day (it’s hard to do anything on trains without getting
caught).
Any way we decided with Heldga’s help to rent a room in
a guest-hof next to the red district in Amsterdam. When
we got back that first night after walking around the
district to find out what it was like we were sort of
on a sensory overload, I mean, personally I didn’t find
any attractive prostitutes but it was still something
that neither Kathy or I were used to seeing.
We slept in separate beds, Heldga in one by herself
right next to Kathy’s and mine. Out of the blue, while
we were lying on our sides facing each other, Kathy
started to stroke my dick. She pulled me out of my
shorts and started to move her hand up and down looking
into my face to get my reaction.
After a minute or two of this I looked over my shoulder
to see if Heldga was sleeping and she seemed to be. I
whispered her name and she didn’t answer, so I let my
girlfriend continue. Kathy kept at it for a while, but
when I got hard we found it easier for me to lie on my
back.
Kathy was now stroking me a little faster and the
covers were making some noises, so I kept looking at
Heldga, but she was on her side and was facing away
from us, so I thought that it was probably more
dangerous to have her hear the noises from the bed
sheets than her actually turning around and seeing us,
so I moved the covers off us.
Kathy had lost her virginity with me, she never had sex
before, but had had boyfriends before me and she had to
keep them happy somehow, so she was a master at hand
jobs. One of her gifts was to know when I’m close to
coming and somehow, she is able to stop me by stopping
and squeezing the base of my boner so that she can
prolong the agony. She’s good at that.
So, quite a while passed while I was letting my
girlfriend do her magic to me. I would get close and
ready and she would back off and so on. And I had
forgotten all about Heldga. When I finally remembered I
glanced over and I caught her looking at us. She closed
her eyes, but not quickly enough.
And then, for some reason, the thought of this pretty
Dutch girl watching us made me so excited that I felt
my come rising. I’m sure that Kathy wouldn’t have liked
it if she had known Heldga could see us (she’s strange
about that, but still has no problem hugging me in
public, rubbing herself against me, giving me a hard on
and then walking away, leaving me standing there with
other people around.)
At this point I wanted to just come but my girlfriend
wouldn’t let me, so I pretended that I
wasn’t going to climax, and when I came it was a
surprise for her. I ejaculated, but I didn’t shoot (I
rarely do) so her hand got all gunked-up, but she let
it trickle down between her fingers, and I knew that
Heldga was seeing all of this and it was such a turn on
for me.
The only hint Heldga ever gave me she’d seen us was
later sometime at the beginning of this quarter (Back
in the US) when we were at Denny’s talking with a bunch
of people about partying-hardy and about how some
people can just keep going and going, she said: “Yeah,
and I am sure you can go for hours…” She gave me a
knowing look that Kathy asked me about later.
I just said, “You know Heldga, she’s always saying
things that no one is sure what she meant. It’s the
language thing, you know.”