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Many of the lesbians I know or I’ve met, single or married, told me that much of the exciting sex they have had was on a trip, either a holiday or business. Here are a few examples, although all are fictitious, written as if they were narrated to me.
MANDY (Single. 40 years old. Canadian. Brunette, rather plain face, nice body)
I was never one to “go south” during our long cold winters, but last year I was fed up by the time Christmas came around and went to a travel agency to look at what they had. The female travel agent suggested Cuba. It was near, quite cheap and they had specials for someone wanting a two-week stay (most people chose one week). Before I knew it, I was booked in a resort hotel near Holguin but along the beach front. After a few days I was rather bored sitting on the beach, looking at married women showing their large tits. Some of the Cuban girls working at the hotel were very cute but they went for the single males. They wanted someone to take them back to Canada. I saw an advertisement for a bus tour to Santiago, on the south coast at the end of the island. There were only a dozen people on the large bus, and I sat alone for three hours until we reached Santiago. It is a large city, with an historical fort and crowded with low houses and people. I told the guide I would stay in Santiago for a few days and get back to Holguin on another bus. I must have had a premonition.
There were a few large hotels in the middle of the city, and I rented a room there with a great view on the coastline. The young lady at the desk told me that the place to see people, local and tourists, was on the roof. Locals were allowed into the hotel if they stayed in the lobby or went to the roof. I don’t have to tell you that most of the locals were hookers looking for a john or older men looking for younger men. I was sitting in a long chair when I noticed a woman my age ,who seemed Cuban, walking by me and leaning on the rail looking at the sea. She was wearing a very colourful flowery dress which moved up her thigh every time the breeze picked up. She had a lovely ass and a beautiful face. At one point, she turned and looked at me. I smiled. She smiled. I walked to the edge of the roof and leaned on the pipes next to her. She spoke good English. Her name was Marissa. We talked about the city. She lived here and often went up to the hotel roof on a sunny day to enjoy the scenery. We smiled a lot and our shoulder touched as well as our arm. She had beautiful lips with purple lipstick. It was a coincidence that we were both teachers, she at a secondary school, and I was at university. Suddenly she extended her right hand and spread her fingers next to my hand. I understood she was showing me that neither of us had a wedding ring.
She had a very discreet perfume or maybe it was her skin I was smelling. It was 5PM and it was Sunday. I invited her for dinner but first I invited her to my room. She told me she had never been in the rooms at that hotel. I don’t know if I believed her.
As we walked down the carpeted hallway, our hands touched. As soon as we were in the room, we embraced. Really embraced. We hugged, and kissed, and rubbed our tits together through our thin dress, and kissed again, hands going up and down our back. A few minutes later, we were both naked on the bed. We both had a curly black pubic patch which we fingered. I sucked on her large tanned breasts, and she licked my underarms. We naturally ended up in a sideways 69. I don’t remember much except the exotic smell of her cunt. Of course, we licked and sucked what two women in such a position usually lick and suck. We both seemed to want to get over that first orgasm. I think we were afraid the other would escape somehow. I also wanted to do something before we went any further. I wanted her ass. I gently pushed her over on her stomach. I kissed her asscheeks and moved my kisses towards her crack. She knew what I wanted. She switched to a kneeling position and stuck her ass up. I was shaking with lust. I pushed her black asscheeks apart and focused on her hole. We had tangled without taking a shower first. She was raw but I wanted it. I slipped my face between her asscheeks and my tongue went to work on her hole. I could hear her moaning as I rimmed her. I touched her wet cunt with my fingers when I was finished. We untangled. She was a bit heavier than me, but she rolled on top and I was happy she did. I am not “always” on top or on the bottom when I fuck. It depends on my partner. We had to fuck. It was another chapter between us. Also, we were establishing a situation. She is always on top when we fuck. We were glued together: cunt to cunt, but also tits flattening against each other, kissing, of course. Passionately fucking. Second orgasm, better than the first as it is usually. We stayed in that position and probably slept for a few minutes or more. Then she rolled off me and we were breathing heavily side by side.
Then, there was a short slightly awkward moment. We sat side by side on the edge of the bed. We were facing the bathroom. She looked at the closed bathroom door then at me. I smiled and licked my lips. She licked her lips. Without a word, we had acknowledged something we both enjoyed but not every woman does.
We sprayed each other in the empty tub. We licked our tits and face covered with the yellow nectar. She started to masturbate. I followed suit. A third orgasm, just for each of us.
That was a year ago. This year I’m on sabbatical. I am spending a few months in Santiago de Cuba.
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NANCY (Single. 30 years old. American. Blonde. Tall and thin. Small tits and ass)
I love sex with women. I am always cruising for sex wherever I am. I make myself obvious to any woman I like and think she could be a lesbian. I have to say that at least half my sexual encounters have happened when I was travelling. I don’t know why. Of these most were with women who were also travelling. I guess people feel more adventurous and don’t fear they will be recognized by people they know (like when they are home). I work for a travel agency, so I get a lot of free travel and I have many lesbian contacts in the industry all over the world.
Last year I had a free 2-week holiday in Paris. The apartment I was staying in was owned by a friend of mine who lives in the US. He assured me that the young woman who lived next door was as dyke as they come and that she would show me the lesbian underground of Paris, or at least as much as I had time to experience in two weeks. I wouldn’t have to run around; it was an all-inclusive deal with unlimited lesbian sex.
As I climbed to the third floor with my suitcase (no elevator of course), I wondered what my new apartment looked like, and especially, what my neighbour looked like. I finally dropped my suitcase on the thick carpet, and walked around a very modern apartment, including a brand-new bathroom, in an old turn-of-the-century building. I was practically completely undressed, getting ready for a bath, when I heard a soft knock at my door. I wrapped myself as best I could with the white bath towel and opened the door to my neighbour. She walked in and smiled at me. She was about my size but a brunette with a pointy nose and an oval face. Her short hair little-boy hair looked good on her. Introductions. My rusty French, her slow English. My towel drops. Her short skirt lifted to show a panty-less crotch. Her blouse loses all its buttons. No bra. Kisses. Kisses. Kisses. And we roll on the carpet, head to toe, sucking, licking, probing with both hands.
When we came to, so to speak, we were both naked and our thighs covered in cunt juice, as was our mouth, and hair. We giggled. I had to pee. Second act in the bathroom. About 2 hours after I had come up the stairs, Suzanne and I were confirmed fuck buddies.
I kicked her out for my first evening as I had to go out to get cookies and juice for an expected jet lag wake-up in the middle of the night. I went to bed exhausted but smiling. Suzanne was working the next day in a clothing store, but it was a Saturday so we made a date for dinner and more. It was summer so I had brought short skirts, a few simple tight-fitting dresses, a few panties and types of shoes. Also, I had packed t-shirts and more formal blouses. No bras. My tits were rather small anyway.
After a simple dinner at a café, we got a cab which drove us to Montparnasse, a part of Paris which I liked since it was so reminiscent of the American writers and artists who were there in the 20s. The club Suzanne was bringing me to was located on a quiet side street and in a basement. The entrance was in the alley. The door opened like someone was waiting for us. Someone was. I was cheered as I walked into a room with about 30 young women my age. Suzanne had warned the “group” that I was coming to town. It was still early so everyone, or nearly everyone, was dressed semi-casual and drinking wine. I got introduced and did a lot of cheek kissing. Suzanne and I, and most of the crowd, were wearing a nearly transparent blouse with a short skirt and no panties, but high heels. Many of the girls wore lipstick, red and garish. Some wore no make-up, but I didn’t see any very butch-looking types with leather. Suzanne and I separated and wandered around. The music was soft, and I started to dance cheek-to-cheek with a black girl, originally from Ivory Coast, and looking gorgeous. She had a strapless satin dress which hugged her slim body, showing her two conical tits, like mine, and her bubble ass which made me jealous. Hands moving around, slipping against the material, spending more time squeezing what was sticking out or hidden. The place started to smell of female sex as couples disrobed and more and more flesh was visible around the room. Suzanne was sucking a blonde girl’s tits while her dance partner’s hand was invisible under my friend’s skirt. The lights dimmed and I remembered seeing a series of mattresses all around the room, each one pushed against the wall. It was like a continuous, rectangular bed. I found myself smelling a spicy black cunt and licking a salty pee slit, until I reached a small clit hidden in a curly forest of black cunt hair. I felt her wide lips chewing on my erect clit. After the first mutual orgasm, we separated and crawled away, running into heavy naked traffic. Three girls were in a daisy chain licking ass. I managed to convince someone to let me break in and the circle reformed but was somewhat larger. It was hot to lick and be licked, especially ass to mouth. Hand reached between legs and we all masturbated to a magical general climax.
There were no d**gs and no alcohol except that first glass of wine, just lesbian sex. I don’t remember how I managed to get back to the apartment, but I did, and without Suzanne. We saw each other the next day and went out again that night. It was like that almost every night for two weeks. I never had so much sex in such a short period of time.
I went back to the U.S. as planned. Suzanne invited me to spend a week in Berlin with her next summer. Can’t miss that !
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HEATHER (married. 55 years-old. American. Brunette. Athletic type)
Amsterdam. I hate it and I love it. I hate the sleaze and I love the sleaze. I come here once a year to visit the art galleries and attend auctions. I’m a curator in a large American art museum. I’m 55 and have been married for 30 years. For the past, 25 years or so my husband and I have had sex once or twice a year. He has his fun elsewhere and so do I. I like women. Younger and sometimes older. At home I have a few girlfriends but I’m not officially out of the closet at work. I let my hair down when I travel. In Amsterdam I don’t have a lesbian contact I sleep with, but I do in London, Paris, Berlin, Tokyo and a few other large cities. In Amsterdam it’s hit and miss. I usually hit.
Today I thought one of the women in a gallery was making a pass at me, but she didn’t appeal to me. I’m in a pretty touristy hotel and there are lots of British women. I think a small group are travelling together. I should investigate. British lesbians can be naughty, and I like to be naughty sometimes. The ones I saw looked like they were from what we call “the lower classes”, probably from the needle trade since I overheard one say she was from Manchester. These girls come here for a long weekend and they fuck for three days and three nights. They’re not spring chickens but I like full asses and bouncing tits. The butches wear their strapons under their panties. They’ll grab your ass and invite you for a piss. In Amsterdam, if everything else fails, I know I’ll run into British working-class dykes.
Today is my day off since the galleries are closed on Mondays. The “girls” and I started a back and forth seduction dance at breakfast. We threw kisses at each other, made obscene gestures and put our fingers in a V in front of our mouth. I left my woolen business suit in the dresser and took out my t-shirt and short skirt. It’s half-way through the morning and a few girls are still inside and looking for sex. I have trouble with their accent. I follow one who is called Elaine by everyone. I never intended to step outside with no bra and no panties, but Elaine is leading the way to her room. Once we get in, we walk into two women locked in a 69 on the floor. Elaine’s roommate and a younger British woman decided to eat each other off for breakfast. They don’t even notice our arrival. We both get naked quickly. Elaine is about my age but with a small tummy and big drooping tits. Her face is pleasant. We kiss sloppily and finger each other’s bushy cunt. She sucks on my small tits and I lick her nipples. We’re both very wet and ready for a fuck on the bed. She opens her legs and lies on her back. I take it as an invitation and slide my narrower hips between her thick thighs. We tongue-kiss again as we move around so that cunt finds cunt. There. Swollen red lips are rubbing together. I feel my thighs sticking to hers as we rub cunts and drool cunt juice all over the place. The bitch is coming hard and I take a little longer. The other two women are next to us on the bed and maybe that’s why we came quickly. Elaine gets jumped on by her roommate with the strapon. They’re already fucking by the time the other woman and I are exploring each other mouth with our tongue. That one is younger. I think the niece of one of the British women. I don’t know which one and I don’t really want to know. I’m interested in her small round buttocks and let her know. She’s game for some asslicking and we get off the bed to find room on the floor. It’s raw licking for both of us and we suspected that from the start. I rim her first and rub her just-fucked cunt with my fingers. After she squirts, I offer my ass and we eats it like a pro. I rub my own cunt as she is licking and poking her hard tongue in my hole. When we get up again, Elaine is getting it in the ass by her roommate. The door opens to let in two butches with their strapon showing under their trousers. I sense trouble with three butches in the same room.
I kiss the young one and leave the room after throwing my blouse and skirt on. I run up to my room to have a shower. I grab lunch at the hotel bistro and decide to go back up to my room to put on something decent. I get into my woolen suit I put on for my plane travel. It’s expensive (and expensive looking) and sexy. The skirt hugs my ass. I put on the heels, why not ! I’m going shopping in the expensive clothing stores downtown. Over the years, I found them good cruising spots for sophisticated lesbian cougars but you have to be dressed for the occasion. I didn’t do the obvious and walk into the lingerie department. I started in the skirts. There was no one there of interest. I took the escalator to the next floor which was blouses. I went to the silk blouses since that’s what I wear. I walked by a tall dark-haired slim beauty who looked Italian. She was younger, maybe 45 or a bit more. I stopped and pretended I was looking at some shawls so I could see her ass. It was small and narrow and tightly covered by her black skirt. She turned around as she walked and smiled at me as if to say “caught ya”. She was heading for the silk blouses also, but she seemed to know her way around the floor. I didn’t. I followed her at a distance and admired her swaying hips, her nylons and heels. Her blouse was white and opaque. Her haircut was more “boys” type and it was cute on her. We stood 50 feet from each other and pretended to look at stuff. She looked at me when I was looking at a blouse and I did the same. We were both on display for the other. That’s when a decision is made to make a pass or walk away. I decided to make a pass. Her face reminded me of a French singer, but I forget her name. I walked towards her with a cream-coloured blouse and held it against my top.
“Excuse me, do you think that would look good on me ?”, I asked hoping she understood English.
“It depends what colour your skirt is”, she answered in a slightly accented but perfect English
“I usually wear grey or black”, I answered
“That won’t go with grey or black”, she answered but then with a smile, she added “But it will look good if you wear nothing else”.
“Would you like to see ?”, I said, playing my trump card.
“I would love to. I have 4 hours before my train back to Rotterdam,” she answered
I was thrilled, especially hitting on a younger lesbian. She must have been cruising also. She looked horny. I could feel my panties getting damp. Her name was Isabella but she wanted me to call her “Isa”.
We walked a few blocks to my hotel. Once inside my room, she walked around the bed and closed the d****s. She started to undress. I did the same on the other side of the bed. That’s what international dykes do before they have sex. None of this kissing and grabbing while you are still dressed, then fighting with the buttons, the bra, the zipper. No. You both get naked first. I finished and stood waiting for Isa to come around and inspect me. I was older and that was my privilege. She licked my nipples and kissed my skin all the way down to my navel. She turned her tongue inside it as if it was my asshole. She was giving signs of what she liked. She smelled my trimmed bush, turned around and put her pointy nose between my buttocks. She kissed my neck. I did the same to her, admiring her shaved cunt, rimming her navel as she had done to mine. Messages were sent.
We tumbled on the bed, finally kissing. I loved her perfume, both the added and the natural. She rolled on top and did a mock fuck. I was happy to be her bitch. But first we were dying to eat each other out. I took her pink cunt lips between my lips and slipped my tongue inside her cunt hole. She moaned as she licked my wet crack. I’m a good sucker. We focused on each other’s erect clit and both had a good cream. It was just the beginning. Still in 69 we positioned for something different. I moved my legs up and bent my knees while Isa moved her ass so that it was in my face. She had a tight hole. I could feel her tongue enter mine. While we were tonguing each other’s secret hole, we both used a hand to rub the other’s cunt. Anilingus and masturbation. You can’t do that successfully with a beginner. We took our time, enjoying the raw licking like grown girls do to each other. I came first then she squirted all over my face. I love it.
We moved into each other’s arms and kissed some more. We were ready for a fuck. I rolled on my back, bent my legs, and opened my thighs to her. I think she was a bit disappointed my cunt wasn’t shaved like hers. Next time I will shave before the trip. Nothing like two naked cunts rubbing. I could feel the long thin clit I had been sucking a few minutes ago. She was good. The third orgasm was the best, at least for me.
Later we chatted, lying side by side on the bed. She wasn’t Italian but Spanish. She taught Spanish at the university in Rotterdam. She loved Holland. She laughed and told me half the Dutch women were lesbians or bisexual.
She left in time to catch her train. She was planning a trip to the U.S. later in the year. My e-mail was never answered. I guess next time I come to Amsterdam I’ll have to cruise the clothing store again.
THE END
Many of the lesbians I know or I’ve met, single or married, told me that much of the exciting sex they have had was on a trip, either a holiday or business. Here are a few examples, although all are fictitious, written as if they were narrated to me.
MANDY (Single. 40 years old. Canadian. Brunette, rather plain face, nice body)
I was never one to “go south” during our long cold winters, but last year I was fed up by the time Christmas came around and went to a travel agency to look at what they had. The female travel agent suggested Cuba. It was near, quite cheap and they had specials for someone wanting a two-week stay (most people chose one week). Before I knew it, I was booked in a resort hotel near Holguin but along the beach front. After a few days I was rather bored sitting on the beach, looking at married women showing their large tits. Some of the Cuban girls working at the hotel were very cute but they went for the single males. They wanted someone to take them back to Canada. I saw an advertisement for a bus tour to Santiago, on the south coast at the end of the island. There were only a dozen people on the large bus, and I sat alone for three hours until we reached Santiago. It is a large city, with an historical fort and crowded with low houses and people. I told the guide I would stay in Santiago for a few days and get back to Holguin on another bus. I must have had a premonition.
There were a few large hotels in the middle of the city, and I rented a room there with a great view on the coastline. The young lady at the desk told me that the place to see people, local and tourists, was on the roof. Locals were allowed into the hotel if they stayed in the lobby or went to the roof. I don’t have to tell you that most of the locals were hookers looking for a john or older men looking for younger men. I was sitting in a long chair when I noticed a woman my age ,who seemed Cuban, walking by me and leaning on the rail looking at the sea. She was wearing a very colourful flowery dress which moved up her thigh every time the breeze picked up. She had a lovely ass and a beautiful face. At one point, she turned and looked at me. I smiled. She smiled. I walked to the edge of the roof and leaned on the pipes next to her. She spoke good English. Her name was Marissa. We talked about the city. She lived here and often went up to the hotel roof on a sunny day to enjoy the scenery. We smiled a lot and our shoulder touched as well as our arm. She had beautiful lips with purple lipstick. It was a coincidence that we were both teachers, she at a secondary school, and I was at university. Suddenly she extended her right hand and spread her fingers next to my hand. I understood she was showing me that neither of us had a wedding ring.
She had a very discreet perfume or maybe it was her skin I was smelling. It was 5PM and it was Sunday. I invited her for dinner but first I invited her to my room. She told me she had never been in the rooms at that hotel. I don’t know if I believed her.
As we walked down the carpeted hallway, our hands touched. As soon as we were in the room, we embraced. Really embraced. We hugged, and kissed, and rubbed our tits together through our thin dress, and kissed again, hands going up and down our back. A few minutes later, we were both naked on the bed. We both had a curly black pubic patch which we fingered. I sucked on her large tanned breasts, and she licked my underarms. We naturally ended up in a sideways 69. I don’t remember much except the exotic smell of her cunt. Of course, we licked and sucked what two women in such a position usually lick and suck. We both seemed to want to get over that first orgasm. I think we were afraid the other would escape somehow. I also wanted to do something before we went any further. I wanted her ass. I gently pushed her over on her stomach. I kissed her asscheeks and moved my kisses towards her crack. She knew what I wanted. She switched to a kneeling position and stuck her ass up. I was shaking with lust. I pushed her black asscheeks apart and focused on her hole. We had tangled without taking a shower first. She was raw but I wanted it. I slipped my face between her asscheeks and my tongue went to work on her hole. I could hear her moaning as I rimmed her. I touched her wet cunt with my fingers when I was finished. We untangled. She was a bit heavier than me, but she rolled on top and I was happy she did. I am not “always” on top or on the bottom when I fuck. It depends on my partner. We had to fuck. It was another chapter between us. Also, we were establishing a situation. She is always on top when we fuck. We were glued together: cunt to cunt, but also tits flattening against each other, kissing, of course. Passionately fucking. Second orgasm, better than the first as it is usually. We stayed in that position and probably slept for a few minutes or more. Then she rolled off me and we were breathing heavily side by side.
Then, there was a short slightly awkward moment. We sat side by side on the edge of the bed. We were facing the bathroom. She looked at the closed bathroom door then at me. I smiled and licked my lips. She licked her lips. Without a word, we had acknowledged something we both enjoyed but not every woman does.
We sprayed each other in the empty tub. We licked our tits and face covered with the yellow nectar. She started to masturbate. I followed suit. A third orgasm, just for each of us.
That was a year ago. This year I’m on sabbatical. I am spending a few months in Santiago de Cuba.
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NANCY (Single. 30 years old. American. Blonde. Tall and thin. Small tits and ass)
I love sex with women. I am always cruising for sex wherever I am. I make myself obvious to any woman I like and think she could be a lesbian. I have to say that at least half my sexual encounters have happened when I was travelling. I don’t know why. Of these most were with women who were also travelling. I guess people feel more adventurous and don’t fear they will be recognized by people they know (like when they are home). I work for a travel agency, so I get a lot of free travel and I have many lesbian contacts in the industry all over the world.
Last year I had a free 2-week holiday in Paris. The apartment I was staying in was owned by a friend of mine who lives in the US. He assured me that the young woman who lived next door was as dyke as they come and that she would show me the lesbian underground of Paris, or at least as much as I had time to experience in two weeks. I wouldn’t have to run around; it was an all-inclusive deal with unlimited lesbian sex.
As I climbed to the third floor with my suitcase (no elevator of course), I wondered what my new apartment looked like, and especially, what my neighbour looked like. I finally dropped my suitcase on the thick carpet, and walked around a very modern apartment, including a brand-new bathroom, in an old turn-of-the-century building. I was practically completely undressed, getting ready for a bath, when I heard a soft knock at my door. I wrapped myself as best I could with the white bath towel and opened the door to my neighbour. She walked in and smiled at me. She was about my size but a brunette with a pointy nose and an oval face. Her short hair little-boy hair looked good on her. Introductions. My rusty French, her slow English. My towel drops. Her short skirt lifted to show a panty-less crotch. Her blouse loses all its buttons. No bra. Kisses. Kisses. Kisses. And we roll on the carpet, head to toe, sucking, licking, probing with both hands.
When we came to, so to speak, we were both naked and our thighs covered in cunt juice, as was our mouth, and hair. We giggled. I had to pee. Second act in the bathroom. About 2 hours after I had come up the stairs, Suzanne and I were confirmed fuck buddies.
I kicked her out for my first evening as I had to go out to get cookies and juice for an expected jet lag wake-up in the middle of the night. I went to bed exhausted but smiling. Suzanne was working the next day in a clothing store, but it was a Saturday so we made a date for dinner and more. It was summer so I had brought short skirts, a few simple tight-fitting dresses, a few panties and types of shoes. Also, I had packed t-shirts and more formal blouses. No bras. My tits were rather small anyway.
After a simple dinner at a café, we got a cab which drove us to Montparnasse, a part of Paris which I liked since it was so reminiscent of the American writers and artists who were there in the 20s. The club Suzanne was bringing me to was located on a quiet side street and in a basement. The entrance was in the alley. The door opened like someone was waiting for us. Someone was. I was cheered as I walked into a room with about 30 young women my age. Suzanne had warned the “group” that I was coming to town. It was still early so everyone, or nearly everyone, was dressed semi-casual and drinking wine. I got introduced and did a lot of cheek kissing. Suzanne and I, and most of the crowd, were wearing a nearly transparent blouse with a short skirt and no panties, but high heels. Many of the girls wore lipstick, red and garish. Some wore no make-up, but I didn’t see any very butch-looking types with leather. Suzanne and I separated and wandered around. The music was soft, and I started to dance cheek-to-cheek with a black girl, originally from Ivory Coast, and looking gorgeous. She had a strapless satin dress which hugged her slim body, showing her two conical tits, like mine, and her bubble ass which made me jealous. Hands moving around, slipping against the material, spending more time squeezing what was sticking out or hidden. The place started to smell of female sex as couples disrobed and more and more flesh was visible around the room. Suzanne was sucking a blonde girl’s tits while her dance partner’s hand was invisible under my friend’s skirt. The lights dimmed and I remembered seeing a series of mattresses all around the room, each one pushed against the wall. It was like a continuous, rectangular bed. I found myself smelling a spicy black cunt and licking a salty pee slit, until I reached a small clit hidden in a curly forest of black cunt hair. I felt her wide lips chewing on my erect clit. After the first mutual orgasm, we separated and crawled away, running into heavy naked traffic. Three girls were in a daisy chain licking ass. I managed to convince someone to let me break in and the circle reformed but was somewhat larger. It was hot to lick and be licked, especially ass to mouth. Hand reached between legs and we all masturbated to a magical general climax.
There were no d**gs and no alcohol except that first glass of wine, just lesbian sex. I don’t remember how I managed to get back to the apartment, but I did, and without Suzanne. We saw each other the next day and went out again that night. It was like that almost every night for two weeks. I never had so much sex in such a short period of time.
I went back to the U.S. as planned. Suzanne invited me to spend a week in Berlin with her next summer. Can’t miss that !
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HEATHER (married. 55 years-old. American. Brunette. Athletic type)
Amsterdam. I hate it and I love it. I hate the sleaze and I love the sleaze. I come here once a year to visit the art galleries and attend auctions. I’m a curator in a large American art museum. I’m 55 and have been married for 30 years. For the past, 25 years or so my husband and I have had sex once or twice a year. He has his fun elsewhere and so do I. I like women. Younger and sometimes older. At home I have a few girlfriends but I’m not officially out of the closet at work. I let my hair down when I travel. In Amsterdam I don’t have a lesbian contact I sleep with, but I do in London, Paris, Berlin, Tokyo and a few other large cities. In Amsterdam it’s hit and miss. I usually hit.
Today I thought one of the women in a gallery was making a pass at me, but she didn’t appeal to me. I’m in a pretty touristy hotel and there are lots of British women. I think a small group are travelling together. I should investigate. British lesbians can be naughty, and I like to be naughty sometimes. The ones I saw looked like they were from what we call “the lower classes”, probably from the needle trade since I overheard one say she was from Manchester. These girls come here for a long weekend and they fuck for three days and three nights. They’re not spring chickens but I like full asses and bouncing tits. The butches wear their strapons under their panties. They’ll grab your ass and invite you for a piss. In Amsterdam, if everything else fails, I know I’ll run into British working-class dykes.
Today is my day off since the galleries are closed on Mondays. The “girls” and I started a back and forth seduction dance at breakfast. We threw kisses at each other, made obscene gestures and put our fingers in a V in front of our mouth. I left my woolen business suit in the dresser and took out my t-shirt and short skirt. It’s half-way through the morning and a few girls are still inside and looking for sex. I have trouble with their accent. I follow one who is called Elaine by everyone. I never intended to step outside with no bra and no panties, but Elaine is leading the way to her room. Once we get in, we walk into two women locked in a 69 on the floor. Elaine’s roommate and a younger British woman decided to eat each other off for breakfast. They don’t even notice our arrival. We both get naked quickly. Elaine is about my age but with a small tummy and big drooping tits. Her face is pleasant. We kiss sloppily and finger each other’s bushy cunt. She sucks on my small tits and I lick her nipples. We’re both very wet and ready for a fuck on the bed. She opens her legs and lies on her back. I take it as an invitation and slide my narrower hips between her thick thighs. We tongue-kiss again as we move around so that cunt finds cunt. There. Swollen red lips are rubbing together. I feel my thighs sticking to hers as we rub cunts and drool cunt juice all over the place. The bitch is coming hard and I take a little longer. The other two women are next to us on the bed and maybe that’s why we came quickly. Elaine gets jumped on by her roommate with the strapon. They’re already fucking by the time the other woman and I are exploring each other mouth with our tongue. That one is younger. I think the niece of one of the British women. I don’t know which one and I don’t really want to know. I’m interested in her small round buttocks and let her know. She’s game for some asslicking and we get off the bed to find room on the floor. It’s raw licking for both of us and we suspected that from the start. I rim her first and rub her just-fucked cunt with my fingers. After she squirts, I offer my ass and we eats it like a pro. I rub my own cunt as she is licking and poking her hard tongue in my hole. When we get up again, Elaine is getting it in the ass by her roommate. The door opens to let in two butches with their strapon showing under their trousers. I sense trouble with three butches in the same room.
I kiss the young one and leave the room after throwing my blouse and skirt on. I run up to my room to have a shower. I grab lunch at the hotel bistro and decide to go back up to my room to put on something decent. I get into my woolen suit I put on for my plane travel. It’s expensive (and expensive looking) and sexy. The skirt hugs my ass. I put on the heels, why not ! I’m going shopping in the expensive clothing stores downtown. Over the years, I found them good cruising spots for sophisticated lesbian cougars but you have to be dressed for the occasion. I didn’t do the obvious and walk into the lingerie department. I started in the skirts. There was no one there of interest. I took the escalator to the next floor which was blouses. I went to the silk blouses since that’s what I wear. I walked by a tall dark-haired slim beauty who looked Italian. She was younger, maybe 45 or a bit more. I stopped and pretended I was looking at some shawls so I could see her ass. It was small and narrow and tightly covered by her black skirt. She turned around as she walked and smiled at me as if to say “caught ya”. She was heading for the silk blouses also, but she seemed to know her way around the floor. I didn’t. I followed her at a distance and admired her swaying hips, her nylons and heels. Her blouse was white and opaque. Her haircut was more “boys” type and it was cute on her. We stood 50 feet from each other and pretended to look at stuff. She looked at me when I was looking at a blouse and I did the same. We were both on display for the other. That’s when a decision is made to make a pass or walk away. I decided to make a pass. Her face reminded me of a French singer, but I forget her name. I walked towards her with a cream-coloured blouse and held it against my top.
“Excuse me, do you think that would look good on me ?”, I asked hoping she understood English.
“It depends what colour your skirt is”, she answered in a slightly accented but perfect English
“I usually wear grey or black”, I answered
“That won’t go with grey or black”, she answered but then with a smile, she added “But it will look good if you wear nothing else”.
“Would you like to see ?”, I said, playing my trump card.
“I would love to. I have 4 hours before my train back to Rotterdam,” she answered
I was thrilled, especially hitting on a younger lesbian. She must have been cruising also. She looked horny. I could feel my panties getting damp. Her name was Isabella but she wanted me to call her “Isa”.
We walked a few blocks to my hotel. Once inside my room, she walked around the bed and closed the d****s. She started to undress. I did the same on the other side of the bed. That’s what international dykes do before they have sex. None of this kissing and grabbing while you are still dressed, then fighting with the buttons, the bra, the zipper. No. You both get naked first. I finished and stood waiting for Isa to come around and inspect me. I was older and that was my privilege. She licked my nipples and kissed my skin all the way down to my navel. She turned her tongue inside it as if it was my asshole. She was giving signs of what she liked. She smelled my trimmed bush, turned around and put her pointy nose between my buttocks. She kissed my neck. I did the same to her, admiring her shaved cunt, rimming her navel as she had done to mine. Messages were sent.
We tumbled on the bed, finally kissing. I loved her perfume, both the added and the natural. She rolled on top and did a mock fuck. I was happy to be her bitch. But first we were dying to eat each other out. I took her pink cunt lips between my lips and slipped my tongue inside her cunt hole. She moaned as she licked my wet crack. I’m a good sucker. We focused on each other’s erect clit and both had a good cream. It was just the beginning. Still in 69 we positioned for something different. I moved my legs up and bent my knees while Isa moved her ass so that it was in my face. She had a tight hole. I could feel her tongue enter mine. While we were tonguing each other’s secret hole, we both used a hand to rub the other’s cunt. Anilingus and masturbation. You can’t do that successfully with a beginner. We took our time, enjoying the raw licking like grown girls do to each other. I came first then she squirted all over my face. I love it.
We moved into each other’s arms and kissed some more. We were ready for a fuck. I rolled on my back, bent my legs, and opened my thighs to her. I think she was a bit disappointed my cunt wasn’t shaved like hers. Next time I will shave before the trip. Nothing like two naked cunts rubbing. I could feel the long thin clit I had been sucking a few minutes ago. She was good. The third orgasm was the best, at least for me.
Later we chatted, lying side by side on the bed. She wasn’t Italian but Spanish. She taught Spanish at the university in Rotterdam. She loved Holland. She laughed and told me half the Dutch women were lesbians or bisexual.
She left in time to catch her train. She was planning a trip to the U.S. later in the year. My e-mail was never answered. I guess next time I come to Amsterdam I’ll have to cruise the clothing store again.
THE END
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