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
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
I 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 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.
TKathy 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
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."