Going Dutch

I was on holiday with the man of my dreams (or that’s what he told me). We had been on the beach all day soaking up the sun (you can probably guess it wasn’t the UK). I’d had some attention from a few young guys when walking back from a dip in the sea. Full of the talk but I doubted they could really walk the walk. Anyway, it’s nice to be noticed and I have represented England at flirting, so it was a good chance to get some practice in.

It put me in a good mood for the evening. The drinks had been flowing as we stopped off at a bar with a lovely view over the ocean. I was dressed for a night out, short white dress (showing off the tan), high heel shoes (not a good choice on the cobbled sea front but you need to look the part even if you end up going arse over tit. I hadn’t done that yet so was glad of a seat to rest my legs).

I was perched on a high stool when I noticed a couple of guys a few tables away. The bar was quieter now as people moved off to the main part of town for the clubs. Not sure why I did what I did next, I’ll blame the drink. I slowly uncrossed my legs and waited for one or both the guys to clock me. The bigger guy glanced over, saw what was on show and then pointed it out (literally) to his mate. I smiled, they smiled, my drinking partner was initially oblivious but when he saw the guys staring, he said, “Jeez, can’t take you anywhere. Cover yourself up for fuck’s sake.”

“Why?” was my cheeky reply. “Why, because we don’t want any grief with you on a prick teasing mission, that’s why.” He was getting a bit exasperated already. “That’s not a very nice thing to say about the woman you want to marry,” I retorted. “I don’t want any trouble, just a pleasant night, a couple more drinks then give you a good seeing to when we get back to our room.” He responded. That was my night mapped out then. Trouble was we’d done that the previous two nights and all of a sudden, I fancied something a bit different tonight. Not that I told him that, well not straight away anyway.

I was still getting ogled, and I still hadn’t shut my legs. I was struggling not to squirm on my stool I was getting so turned on. The bigger guy was licking his lips now in a somewhat provocative way that made me grin, so I did likewise. His friend was egging him on and a minute or so later I saw him move over in our direction. “Oh shit,” I whispered. I hoped I hadn’t overdone it. I only intended it to be a bit of fun.

As he sauntered over still alternating looks into my eyes and between my legs, I suddenly lost my confidence and crossed my legs. There was still plenty of thigh on show, but I could see he had a look of disappointment on his face. He stopped at our table and introduced himself as Niels and his friend was Lars. They were Dutch, on a short break with some other friends who were away for the night somewhere watching football. “Thanks for the show, is it over now?” Niels asked. My lover went to apologise for my behaviour, but Niels held his hand up and said, “let the lovely lady answer, please.” That shut him up, I thought, as I moved around slightly on my stool.

“Not necessarily,” I teased. “Good,” he said. He undid the bottom couple of buttons on his loose-fitting shirt and pulled it back to reveal his cock peeking out over the waistband of his trousers. I gasped, I giggled, I blushed at his confidence. When I say it peeked over his waistband, I was probably doing him a dis-service it was extending up towards his navel. Always a good benchmark, I find.

A couple walked close by, so he let the shirt close but as soon as they had gone past, he was out on display again. “You like?” he asked. I’m never too sure what to say when men ask me about their cocks (I’m not usually lost for words). I don’t want to go overboard with compliments but equally don’t want to cause offence by being too uncomplimentary. “Sure,” was my very limited response but I did grin, so I think he knew I was impressed even if I hadn’t put that into words. After all I was with someone.

“You now,” said Niels and without a second thought I uncrossed my legs, and my white knickers were on display again, not that there was much in the way of knickers to be honest. They were silk but the silkworms hadn’t had to work too hard to get enough material for this pair. The knickers were smooth as was what they were covering. Niels was having a good look as I saw a twitch from his partially confined cock.

My partner coughed and asked if the exhibitionism was over for the evening. Niels laughed and said, “I thought it was only just starting. You haven’t seen Lars yet and we haven’t seen yours either.”  I laughed but knew I was sailing close to the wind. I thought I’d better take the heat out of the situation, so I introduced us as Paula and Bob, I’d been reading a book on the beach about Yates and Geldof and as I have a passing resemblance to Paula it seemed a good idea at the time. ‘Bob’ looked confused, but I winked at him, and I could see the cogs turning in his head as he cottoned on.

“Do you want to join us for a drink? I asked. A sharp nudge in the ribs suggested Bob didn’t concur with the idea but Niels was quick to accept and waved Lars over. Niels offered to get the drinks, but I suggested he might get arrested if he went to the bar in that state, so I sent Sir Bob.

I took the chance to give the once over to my new Dutch friends as up until now my focus had been mainly at navel level! Niels was about 6ft, broad shoulders, brown hair, well built, reasonably good looking but had a devilish look in his eye that intrigued me. Lars was a tad shorter, a tad slimmer, seemed more serious but was trying his best. I sensed Niels led and Lars followed. I’m never good at ages but I would think they were late 30s, early 40s, quite a bit older than me and Bob anyway.

Bob returned and soon after the waiter brought us our drinks. I was still on display as was Niels, but I sensed Lars didn’t feel confident in doing the same and I knew Bob wouldn’t be getting his out.

Niels reached down and started tracing patterns on my knee and then a little higher. I reached over and grabbed Bob’s hand for reassurance or to stop him interfering, I’m not sure which. We continued chatting about holidays and where we were from, all fairly inane stuff but all the time I was getting more and more turned on by the trailing fingers on my right leg. It was very gentle, almost ticklish, but was having the desired effect between my legs. I feared at close range Niels might be able to see the tell-tale sign on my skimpy underwear.

Niels leaned over and moved in closer with his hand travelling all the way up my inner thigh for the first time. I took a deep breath and squeezed Bob’s hand even harder. He looked and said, “hey, you’ve had your fun, that’s enough.” Niels smiled and said, “I think the pussy owner should answer, not you.” I felt Bob, ready to rise and sensed a confrontation. I didn’t want that. I wasn’t sure what I wanted but two grown men scrapping wasn’t it.

I reached down and took Niels’ hand and moved it off my thigh, bringing it to my lips and gently kissing the fingertips that had been so sensually teasing me. I winked at him, and I hoped he got the message. I leaned over and kissed Bob, still leaving myself on view for my Dutch friends. It was a proper kiss, my tongue exploring his mouth showing him how hot I was. A quick feel told me he was just as keen.

“Wouldn’t mind some of that”, said Niels. “Don’t think you’re Bob’s type,” I said quickly.

“Ha, your English humour. I think you know what I mean. Why don’t you come back to our boat for a nightcap. We’re only a few minutes’ walk away,” suggested Niels. This was the first I’d heard of any boat.

Sounded rather exciting, Bob liked boats, so he agreed but on the proviso of ‘no funny business’. I assumed he wasn’t talking about my rather dry sense of humour. We walked over to the marina and were soon standing next to something I wouldn’t describe as a boat. It looked more like an ocean-going yacht to me. I think Lars saw the look of surprise on our faces. He laughed and said it belonged to Kees, a friend of theirs who was one of the guys who was off watching football. He was big in oil apparently, so money was no object. I know less about yacht’s than I do about football and that’s saying something, but this thing was smart, very smart and I couldn’t wait to get onboard and have a nosey around.

Lars gave us a quick tour and said he had suggested this one to Kees, he clearly knew his stuff if his explanation of what it could do was anything to go by. After a few minutes explaining all the gadgetry I glazed over but Bob was full of questions, so I left them to it and wandered through to the lounge area where Niels was sorting drinks.

He handed me a glass of wine and as he did his shirt parted, and I could see his cock was still out on display. I couldn’t help but giggle and asked if it was scared of the dark. For a moment Niels looked confused before I apologised for my sense of humour, and I think then the penny (should that be cent?) dropped about what I was saying. I was glad because trying to explain something that is intended as a throw away funny remark is oh, so embarrassing.

As we sat on a sofa, he sat back letting me see his twitching cock. “Want to get it out?”  He asked. “Like a big cock, do you?”

“What girl doesn’t,” I replied.

“Get it out then, I can see you want to,” he teased. I pointed to the guys on the bridge/cockpit or whatever it was called.

He raised his eyebrows. “Lars likes watching, what about Bob? Is he up for sharing? I’m sure you have the appetite.”

“Not sure, to be honest. He was hard earlier when you were stroking my leg, but then he often is. Let’s not rush it, see how it pans out.” I replied.

He smiled, “I’m gonna fuck you tonight, you know I am.”

“We’ll see,” I replied leaning over him and giving him a kiss as my hand found the exposed part of his cock, I ran my fingers up his length and squeezed getting my first moan from him as my tongue explored his mouth. He smelt and tasted lovely so that was a good start. I could also feel the signs of lubrication running over my fingertips. I smiled and brought them to my lips for a first taste.

He grabbed me, pulling me onto his lap, squeezing my arse with one hand and copping a feel of a breast through my dress with the other.

“Oi,” I said. “I just said let’s go easy, big boy. Patience and good things come to those who wait.” I kissed him on the lips, pushed his hands away and started undoing the rest of his shirt buttons. I was still on his lap and took the opportunity to grind up and down on his groin as I worked the buttons free. I pushed the shirt open so my hands could roam his bulky frame. Squeezing, teasing, gently scratching, watching his face for reaction. His nipples were certainly sensitive as I confirmed when my tongue replaced my fingers.

I heard the guys coming closer so moved my mouth up to start a proper sloppy French kiss for when they arrived. This was going to be the acid test for how the night would progress.  I sensed them arrive and I heard the gasps.

“Oi, off, now,” shouted Bob. I looked over my shoulder with a hurt look but did as he asked. I walked over to him. I didn’t say anything, I moved in close, running my hand across his cock, put my arm round his neck and pulled him into me for a copycat kiss. He resisted at first, but I soon had him. Tongues exploring as our new friends watched on. As I pulled my mouth away, I whispered, “he was just warming me up for you. Chill and we can all have some fun.”

He still didn’t look totally convinced and said, “you can, you mean.” I put my hurt look on and said, “you won’t go short, don’t worry. Relax and have a drink.”

I walked over to Lars and gave him a rather more chaste kiss, checking back at Bob for a reaction. He just shook his head and started drinking a beer. Going back to the sofa I cuddled up to Niels. His shirt was off now, and I went back in for another kiss, his hand started exploring my legs and soon it was up as far as it could go, stroking my silky mound. I opened my legs, so Bob and Lars had a good view. I could see they were transfixed.

His fingers found their target and soon two digits were sliding in and out of my juicy slot. This was turning me on more than I probably wanted to admit. Plush surroundings, an audience and a man good with his fingers, what’s not to like.

I think Niels felt he had to keep things moving whilst he could, so I soon felt his fingers slide out and he tried to get my knickers down. Not wanting to impede in any way I helped by closing my legs and soon they were on the floor. Next, he was trying to get my dress off, a quick reminder about the buttons helped his cause and soon I was free, naked and at his mercy.

He pushed me down on the sofa and attacked my tits with hands, teeth and tongue, there was nothing subtle about him that was for sure, it was full on and aggressive. When he came up for air, he suggested Lars should have a go at my pussy. “You’ll love it,” he said, “nice and juicy just how you like them.” Lars didn’t look quite so sure, and I could see him trying to gauge Bob’s reaction. Niels sensing his uncertainty said, “he’s great with his tongue, will get Paula nice and revved up for the main course.”

I was clear he thought he was the main course, and I glanced at Bob to see if he was going to call time. He drank his beer, still watching and then said to Lars, “you can eat her out now, but you’ll have to do it again later, ok?” I wasn’t sure if Lars got the inference (I did). He nodded and Bob smiled.

Niels was whispering that he wanted to fuck me once Lars got me warmed up enough. I said, “Why don’t I give you a proper blow first?” I could see him thinking as Lars got to work between my legs, and I guess he knew there was time to kill before he got a proper shot at me.

He nodded, got up off the sofa and stripped off his trousers, and shorts. His cock was still hard but (this is going to sound a bit cruel) he wasn’t quite as big as I had envisaged when I had seen it sticking out of the waistband of his trousers. Clearly the confined surroundings gave a bit of a false impression. Anyway, I didn’t want to appear churlish, and he seemed proud of it as he stood there posing and giving it a few firm strokes.

I tapped Lars on the head to stop for a minute as I wanted to shift my position for the next bit of action. He looked up and I could see his face was already wet with my juices. To be fair he was doing a good job, but I was usually a one at a time girl, so this was a bit out of my experience range, as such I wanted it on my terms.

I explained I would tap him on the head if it got too much for me and he was to give me a break. He nodded as he wiped his lips with the back of his arm. I got on my back on the sofa and moved my head, so it was just over the edge of the sofa. I opened my legs so Lars could get back to work.

“Fuck, yes, you slut,” shouted Niels, followed quickly by “sorry, I wasn’t expecting you to offer me your throat.” I smiled, “it’s just physics, Niels, always make things as easy as possible, that’s my motto.” Not sure he really got it, but he was soon nudging his oozing cock at my lips and leaning over me as he started to push in. I hoped there would be a bit more subtlety to his approach than with his fingers and his attack on my tits otherwise I would be hoarse for a week.

Lars really was back in the groove (metaphorically and literally), he clearly loved giving oral and had an excellent technique, building me up and keeping me teetering on the edge, a slight lull then back on it. My hips were bucking and writhing searching urgently for more of his tongue.

Niels meanwhile was easing his cock further into my mouth, nudging my throat, getting my first gag reflex. “Go easy, she’s delicate,” I heard Bob say. That was sweet but my mind was too much in overload with what was happening at both ends of my body for me to reflect on that comment too long.

Niels began to push firmer now and held my head in place, as well as reaching over to give my tits the odd squeeze. I had to tap Lars to give me a break as I felt my body spasm from the cock in my throat. That certainly released a bit more juice between my legs and Lars was back in there like a shot scooping it up with his eager tongue.

Niels gave me a couple of breaks so I could get my breath and swallow my saliva. His cock was looking red now from the action in my mouth as well as drooling with my spit. Back in he went and this time I knew there was going to be no let up. He thrust in four or five times, just about breaching my throat before holding himself in place. I felt him expand and shoot spurt after spurt, most went down my throat but as he started to withdraw and then pump in again, I started to get a taste of his seed. I was gasping for air, swallowing spunk and spit as I tried to get up once he had finished. My head was spinning, partly from the assault on my mouth, what Lars was doing between my legs but also with blood rushing to my head when I had been leaning back. My face was hot, and my throat was burning so I was glad when Bob brought me a bottle of water to quench my thirst.

I sat there panting for a good few minutes, Niels sidled off to tidy himself up and Lars moved up and over to me. I could see a hungry look in his eyes. I smiled and leaned in for a kiss, tasting my juices on his tongue and lips but I sensed there was something else he was searching for as his tongue explored my mouth.

I couldn’t resist, so said, “you are a hungry boy, aren’t you?” He blushed and looked away, but I pulled him back in and whispered, “keep searching.” He did, even more eagerly. I felt his trousers and he was rigid but let out a loud groan pulling my hand away. “Please, too close, too close,” he gasped so I pushed him away and looked over at Bob.

He was still shaking his head, sipping his beer but fortunately also smiling at my antics. That was a relief. I’m never too sure when I have stepped too far over the line. It looks like all is still good for the moment.

“Is there a bedroom we can use?” he asked, and Lars pointed to a door down some steps. I moved over to Bob took his hand and gulped down a glass of wine.  He was fully clothed but as soon as we were in the bedroom he started stripping off. I was glad to see the events had turned him on because when his CK’s came off he was fully hard and ready to go.

We got on the bed and were right into each other, passionate kissing, hands everywhere and soon I felt his cock sliding into my slick pussy. He was well pumped up and three firm thrusts had him fully inside me. He was whispering in my ear as he got to work on me, “Fuck you turn me on, I’m going to nail you now. No more prick teasing. You’re getting a proper fucking.” This was interspersed with some gasps and grunts from both of us as well as the slapping sounds of our bodies colliding.

I love it when he is fully engaged (to be fair he didn’t usually need this level of prompting) and we fucked each other for the next ten minutes or so, raw and hard but also very satisfying.

At one stage I looked over his shoulder and saw we had an audience; Niels had his shorts on, but Lars was still fully dressed. In between humping and bumping I shouted out for the guys to strip.

Bob was really going full throttle now and I heard Niels shout out, “that’s it loosen her up for the main act.” I heard Bob laugh and continue to bang me. I went over the edge and started trembling as I came all over his cock. He gave me a few seconds respite, but I knew he was close and shortly after I was rewarded with a tell-tale groan in my ear and then felt that lovely twitch before being flooded with his cream. He kept going as he always does and a minute or so later, I went off pop again. We lay together for a few minutes cuddling, gasping as we recovered.

I looked over at our Dutch friends and Lars was now naked as requested while Niels was rubbing his shorts and had a look of expectation on his face. That look changed though when Bob pulled out and the guys saw the size of his cock. It was starting to deflate but still looked thick and long to me. I saw Niels gulp and then turn to leave the room. That made me giggle and say, “Oops, think someone wasn’t expecting you to be packing that much meat.”

Bob just shook his head and said, “wanker.”

Lars’s reaction was different, he was standing with his cock dripping looking first at me and then over at Bob. I beckoned him over and he slowly walked towards the bed.

“Can I?” I asked Bob.

“Well, I’m not,” he replied.

I smiled, leant over grabbed a pillow, put it under my arse and opened my legs. Cream was already running down my thighs and arse crack, but I wanted to save some as Lars crawled onto the bed. I looked him in the eye and said, “hungry?” He didn’t answer but lay down and started licking up my inner thigh scooping up our mixed juices before settling between my still, gaping slit. The next few minutes (I sort of lost track of time) he feasted on me, slurping, delving, sucking and swallowing everything he could find. He was better than my Dyson (not that I used that between my legs – no don’t go there - I could feel my mind going off at a tangent with that image in my head).

When he took a slight break to get his breath, I asked him to lay on his back. I saw him tremble at that but did as I asked.

I looked at Bob who was smiling and still shaking his head in disbelief. “Fuck, do it, go on, do it,” he said. So, I did. I slid up over Lars until I was over his face then lowered myself onto his waiting lips. I squeezed and soon I felt more juice start to flow to give Lars the sustenance he clearly desired. He was back sucking away and once the flow had finally stopped, he rewarded me with two lovely orgasms as he licked, bit and sucked my clit making my head reel again.

At one point in his ministrations, I reached behind for his cock, it was drooling and with only the lightest of touches from my fingertips I sent him over the edge. I felt a spurt hit me on my backside, so I grabbed his cock to keep the spunk oozing out onto his stomach. My fingers scooped some up and once he had finished me, I fed this to him. When I pulled away off his face, his lips were swollen from all his hard work, but he looked a satisfied customer.

I was completely knackered and would have happily crawled under the duvet for a few hours much needed rest but a gentle slap on the buttocks from my partner pulled me back into the here and now.

“Time to go, I think,” said Bob. “Don’t want to outstay our welcome”. I nipped to the loo and when I got back Bob was dressed and had retrieved my dress and knickers from the lounge area. I slipped them on and gave Lars a goodbye kiss. He went to get off the bed, but we told him to stay put. On our way out I collected my shoes and said bye to Niels, but he didn’t acknowledge us. Still sulking I assumed.

We didn’t say much on the walk back to our hotel, although we both did chuckle a couple of times as we relived the evening in our own minds. Bob’s only comment was “I can’t believe that Niels was such a wanker.”

I laughed and replied, “he assumed you weren’t going to be packing when I made the comments about his cock at the bar. Don’t know what it is with guys like that – fancy assuming someone as gorgeous as me would be hanging out with someone who wasn’t well hung or couldn’t perform. I mean, come on.” I couldn’t keep a straight face as I said the last bit and we stopped for a meaningful snog before getting back to our hotel.

It wasn’t until we got back to our room, I properly noticed how dishevelled I looked. I needed a shower, we both needed a shower to be honest so despite the late hour we squeezed in together (mainly to save water, obviously!) and cleansed our aching bodies.

When the adrenalin is pumping though I want to keep going and as we dried ourselves, we collapsed into bed still damp and made love, much gentler and caring this time though it did get a bit more rampant as we reached our climaxes.

I didn’t have the energy to get out for another shower, so we finally fell asleep contented and satisfied. I do love holidays.

Postscript: A few years later I was reading an article about a Dutch yacht owner called Kees who had been arrested for drug smuggling. There was a blurry photo of a yacht that could have been the one we were on. I decided it was best not to know and moved onto something more light-hearted.

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