Hello
Readers,
I am both pleased and honoured
that you should want to read my small offering here in this book.
Firstly I welcome you here
as I am sure you would welcome me there. This article was requested as
view of Americans and things American from someone aware both sexually
and intellectually.
Who is this view coming
from, well let me introduce myself.
My name is Rachael, I am
23, I am a graduate with a degree in life's mysteries, I have worked in
Europe and England....I am English but don't hold that against me.... I
am also half Celt so that mitigates the disaster.
I love people and find the
complexities of the human mind and soul beyond any real understanding but
not for want of trying. Let me explain the interesting difference
in our mind/culture. As a young and attractive woman I can do things and
say things that a man my age, however good looking would be .....well in
difficulties over. Please imagine that I am standing in a queue and boy
do the British like queues...lets say waiting for a bus. There is a man
standing next to me and I catch his eye.....he immediately looks away.
He looks back a few seconds later, when he thinks that I will have looked
away.....but I have not, and smile at him. He immediately feels threatenend
by me, God knows why, and moves away from me. He becomes furtive as if
hes going to be accused of something. He has what I call the British problem....inborn
guilt.
Now lets assume the same
scenario with one of your countrymen. I look at him...he looks at me.....his
eyes travelling down, stripping me naked and then up to mine again. I smile
...he smiles and moves closer....I feel threatened and move away. Bloody
stupid isnt it and yet that's the way we are. Now don't misunderstand me
I am not speaking for me...I wouldnt move away....I'd move closer and a
lot more....but then I am not the same as others....I am the exception,
which is probably the reason I have been asked to write a bit here on the
vagaries of the human race....with a bias towards the Brits and the Yanks.
I have some experience of other cultures too and will include them as a
matter of course. I hope you will follow the various strange and sometimes
highly erotic relationships that I encounter on my travels.....all written
with humour, passion and honesty.
It is a delight for any writer
to hear from people who have identified with the writing or enjoy it, for
whatever reason.... so it is my wish that I will soon include a personal
e-mail address so that I can receive your welcome comments.
So here I enclose my first
offering....I hope the first of many ..............
DARK CORNERS AND DARK
FACES
I had a few days leave last
week and decided to pop over to Amsterdam, which is now only four hours
away on the high speed ferry from the East Coast of England, where I now
live. The girlfriend I arranged to go with pulled out at the last minute
and I decided to go alone. After a half-hour train ride I arrived in Amsterdam
and took a taxi to the hotel. I stayed in a small inexpensive private hotel
right on the canal network and it was very delightful. Amsterdam is a bustling
city full of life, flowers, jewellers, sex shops and has a very cosmopolitan
feel about it. I chatted to the porter there as he took my bags to my room
and he told me about a small interesting bar not far away and gave me directions
how to get there.
By the time the sun started
to drop over the city I decided to go out on the town and dressed, as I
usually do with sexy underwear, suspenders and this evening, red stockings.
I have good legs and as I looked in the mirror and pushed out my ribs the
smallish breasts stood out firm and juicy, capped with their thick upturned
nipples. I did not need to pull in my tummy for that was flat and hard,
the result of athletics training from my youth. I turned sideways and tensed
my bottom. It drew up tightly; the two muscle blocks smooth and peach like…mmm
I thought definitely my best asset. It looks so sexy from behind the round
globes moving over each other as I walk, very pronounced when I wear high
heels, like now.
I finished dressing by slipping
on a slinky, rather clingy little black dress, very simple …but I liked
me in it. Then struggled down the steep staircase, in the end removing
my shoes rather than trip. I walked out into the early evening air and
I felt good, sexy and lucky…yes I definitely felt lucky. I turned left
and then took the second right…and nothing, no bar just the backs of the
shops. I re-traced my steps and took the second left, this looked more
promising and I wandered down the street looking for the bar. I was noticed
a few times and one German guy wanted to show me something, I did not enquire
what…I had a pretty good idea. After a half-hour I was lost and now could
not remember the name of the bar anyway. I did not feel so lucky now and
it was dark…very dark.
I came to a dark alley to
my left and saw a flashing neon light, so wandered down on the cobbled
stones, my heels seeming to make a loud noise in the stillness of the night.
I seemed to be drawn to the neon lights and then I heard music and started
to feel lucky again, quickening my pace until I was standing outside, the
light flashing on me like a disco rhythm.
"Hi", a female voice cried
shrilly and she appeared from behind the light so that I could not see
her clearly. As she moved into the light I saw she was small and pretty
obviously from one of the Old Dutch colonies.
"Hi", I replied with a smile
and her face broke into a wonderful broad grin, the teeth like white marbles
against her dark face.
"What you lookin’ for honey…you
all alone?" she shrilled.
I nodded, as she looked me
up and down as if she was wondering whether to buy me or not.
"My you look pretty tonight
honey…good enough to eat," the shrill voice now turning into peels of high
pitched laughter.
I stared at her uncertainly
and I must have looked as if I was going to turn away. She moved towards
me and grabbed my hand.
"Come on in honey," she cooed
"I ain’t gonna eat you," and the peels of shrill laughter started again.
I laughed too and decided
to follow her. We went down a small spiral staircase and into seeming blackness,
the lights were low and I stood there for a few seconds while my eyes became
accustomed to the dimness, which seemed to gradually lift and I made out
a bar in one corner and a small dance floor in the centre of a quite large
room. Couples smooching closely to the somewhat bland music occupied the
dance floor. My little hostess pulled me over to the bar and said something
to the bartender and he laughed and welcomed me. I was handed a cocktail,
I don’t know what it was but I took a sip, it was delicious and I stood
and looked about, stirring the drink with the stick with the cherry on
it, then sucking the cherry in my mouth, running my tongue around it...dipping
and sucking. I caught the bartender’s eye and he was watching me, stirring
and sucking, and he stood watching with a broad grin on his face.
" Oh …man," he murmured loudly
and turned away shaking his head. I smiled inside…I knew what I was doing.
"Excuse me…do I pay for the
drink," I asked.
He turned and smiled, looking
at me, his eyes moving over my breasts seeing the nipples beneath the thin
cloth. I watched as his hand slowly moved up and down the glass he was
drying, he still watched my face as his hand became faster and faster and
faster and I quickly looked into his face and he burst into a loud laugh,
I laughed too, turned and walked to the circle of tables around the dance
floor. I tried first one then another in the dark, but they were all occupied
or taken by the people dancing. I saw an empty space in a dark corner and
sighed with relief, but when I reached it I saw there was a couple sitting
at it and I stopped short, drink in hand feeling very English I suppose.
I saw then it was a coloured couple, they both looked up at me and there
was an awkward silence.
The man stood up, he was
big…tall and big. He smiled at me his teeth gleaming in the half-light,
hers too and I smiled back.
"Room here for a little one,"
he boomed in a deep voice, full of American southern drawl then he moved
up the pew like bench and I slipped in beside him, with some relief.
"Where you from then honey?"
his woman asked and I told her. They were from the South, I remember being
surprised when he said Birmingham because we have a Birmingham too. We
laughed about it and the conversation became quite animated and I started
to enjoyed their company. He was stationed in Germany with some unit from
the Army…some training unit. I told them about ‘Good ol’ little England’
as they called it and we chatted for about an hour. We had a few more drinks
and he danced with me…he was a perfect gentleman and she was so friendly.
I remember thinking that could never happen with an English couple…the
wife would have regarded me immediately as a threat and it would have turned
awkward. The evening grew older and the music became more vibrant and I
was just wondering whether there were any single guys there when I felt
his leg against mine. I ignored it, perhaps it was unintentional…then I
felt it again and slowly looked across at them, they both smiled back and
I sat looking at them wondering……
"Can I come and sit next
to you honey?" she asked.
"Er…yes of course if you
want to," I replied rather hesitatingly.
She rose and I saw that she
was tall too, she was like an Amazon woman, dressed in a leopard skin looking
material, her breasts large and sticking out, her legs powerful and her
bottom surprisingly round and small. I felt my mouth go dry and I swallowed
and licked my lips as she slipped next to me. I was trapped now, not unwillingly
but it is a feeling that I am not too keen on. She leaned over and her
head moved towards mine, her mouth moving closer to mine and she kissed
me gently on the lips, I smelt her and felt her breath against my face,
her lips brushed across mine and I felt her tongue feeling, probing gently
and my mouth opened to her, her tongue moving in exploring me. Our tongues
became adversaries fencing gently at first, and then wresting inside me
her tongue seemed to fill my mouth. I started to breathe hard and felt
her hand on my breast, feeling the hardening nipple there, cupping it,
lifting it and massaging it. Her long nails flicking the now engorged nipple
teasing it to swell further, plucking at it and stretching it.
A large, warm hand was placed
on my knee and started to move slowly upwards to my thigh, feeling the
flesh beneath the stocking. She released my mouth and I gasped and my head
fell back onto her shoulder, my long hair tumbling onto her breast. I seemed
to be consumed by them, my hands still resting on the table, like a manikin
being manipulated by two experts. One leg trembled as I felt her hand now
exploring under my dress. I sighed and relaxed, falling back still more
against her, my thighs falling apart, my bottom slipping forward as the
two hands felt and sampled me. They both stopped and hesitated as they
felt the stocking top, both expecting full hose, and I heard a sigh come
from both of them as flesh met flesh and I spread for them…needing now
that most private investigation for a woman. I felt their excitement, the
tension was rising in us all as she pulled away my briefs and his hand
cupped the mass of hair I have there.
" Oh…Gal you are something,"
else he murmured at me as his fingers felt through the thicket of hair
for the entrance to my hidden secrets. Her hand followed his and she became
agitated too and drew her own dress up and placed my hand on her thigh.
I felt her flesh; it seemed harder and coarser than my own peachy skin.
I moved my hand up to her thigh and realised she wore no hose at all and
when I reached her triangle it was shaved and smooth, she wore no panties
either. Her sex was open like a flower and I felt for her hooded friend…he
was there already exposed and I circled it with my forefinger and she twitched
and jerked as I did so. I was opening too to his attentions and his finger
slid into me…it was thick and I sighed as he poked me with it. I wanted
to feel him and moved my hand from the table to his thigh, feeling for
his hardness, but I could not find it, slowly realising that what I assumed
was his thigh was his erect monster. It was impossible to expose him so
he stood slightly and deftly undid his trousers, allowing them to fall
followed by his shorts. I felt again with mounting excitement and then
it was there, like a pole in my hand. I could not encircle it and felt
it, measuring and imagining it. He was huge…truly a monster so big he could
not get fully hard.
"You want my post up you
baby?" he asked none too subtly.
Subtlety had gone now, just
the raw emotion that sexual excitement brings…and I wanted it too…I wanted
to feel it invade me, stretch me. My breath was short and I realised hers
was too as I was still tending her clitoris…she jerked and wriggled, feeling
and squeezing my breasts, I stroked her slit from anus to clitoris…like
I do my own in private and she started to explode on my hand, knocking
the table away. I looked around the darkened room to see if anyone could
see, but no one seemed interested. She hissed and gasped as she came, trapping
my hand there, pumping against it, and telling me she loved me. He watched
her in the gloom as she subsided and went limp.
"Come on baby," he said,
clearing the table, putting the glasses on the floor, then patting the
table top.
"What do you want me………"
I started to say.
"Just lean on here sweet
thing," he said gently patting the tabletop again.
I drew up and leaned over
the low table, my hands gripping the other side of it, my breast pressed
hard on it. I felt my dress being raised and my panties being removed from
around my ankles. Then I felt it, my heart nearly stopped beating, which
one it was I do not know, but I had to bite my lip to stop crying out with
ecstasy. A mouth closed over my anus, licking and sucking it, tongue probing
me there, entering me I think. I pushed back, spreading further as two
hands pulled my cheeks apart, my eyes were open wide, and my mouth working
as a thick finger was inserted. I wriggled and squirmed, starting to make
noises and then her head appeared next to mine, whispering things in my
ear, my mind was clouding, muddled now being consumed by some dark devil.
She was whispering dreadful things, debased things but they excited me
even more. When his mouth left me and his penis took over I cannot tell,
so clouded was my mind, but her hand covered my mouth as he placed the
dome at the forbidden entrance and I struggled as he leaned on me. I tried
to scream as I was stretched and stretched, and then suddenly the pain
went and he slid in there. It felt strangely erotic and excitingly foul
as it travelled up me, but I stopped struggling as he started to move the
monster in and out, my only movement being that of mounting excitement.
Suddenly he stiffened and I felt the hot juices being pumped into me and
I fell over the edge with him, shaking and thrashing with him. We held
each other and were soft and gentle afterwards, chatting lowly about what
we liked.
Soon after we left together,
they went their way and I mine.
Had I been lucky tonight?
I like to think so… yes.
Email the author:
RachaelRollercoaster@LibertySurf.co.uk
