The lead-up to this story takes place last summer. After more than three years of not having a steady relationship, it is sometimes necessary and also pleasant to experience a sexual adventure with a woman of flesh and blood. And if that does not present itself spontaneously through a meeting in reality or via a dating site, then it will have to be paid for. This also prevents any subsequent obligations.
That's how it happened that I noticed a woman from Eastern Europe through a website where women offer their sexual service (with descriptions, options and photos). Friendly face, acceptable amount, not too young, a nice body and from what I saw small breasts, I like that. I contacted her via an app and we agreed on a time to visit her for an hour. She gave instructions on how and where to find her in my hometown. She stayed in an apartment just a fifteen minute drive from me. I arrived full of anticipation and she, dressed in a long black velvet robe, opened the front door and I was immediately charmed by her appearance and also by her heart-warming smile. Standing we gave each other a hug, her outfit felt soft as silk and we chatted a bit to break the ice, English was the main language. We talked about her origins and she turned out to be from Ukraine, where she had completed a university study related to fashion. During the Covid-19 pandemic, she had no longer been able to find work in her field and decided to offer her body (in various European countries) and earn her income in this way. She worked independently and through some kind of agency.
Sitting at the foot of the bed I asked her if she would like to have a massage. This way the situation feels more balanced to me and you can slowly explore and touch each other's bodies. Well, she wanted that and in no time she took off the soft, long garment and I saw her sexy panties. She wasn't wearing a bra. While I threw my clothes on a chair, she lay naked on her stomach on the bed, gave me massage oil, took off her panties and I climbed her shapely bare buttocks, enjoying this pleasant and stimulating view. I massaged her shoulders and back with a gentle hand, occasionally moving to touch her buttocks with the same oil. I noticed that she enjoyed it and I became quite excited by touching her soft skin and feeling all her body shapes. After doing her shoulders, back and buttocks, I sat on the end of the bed next to her to pay attention to both her legs. She spread her thighs slightly, giving me more room with my hands and also seeing her inviting and shapely vagina. Now and then I would touch her labia with pleasure. After some time she suggested that I turn over and, lying on her back, I had the opportunity to enjoy her friendly face, her shapely breasts and her now completely visible shaved vagina. I massaged the front of her shoulders, the area around her breasts and occasionally leaned over to touch her nipples with my tongue. Kissing and caressing, I moved down and met her provocative mons pubis. I explored that area kissing and licking with my tongue and her lips were so moist that she put on a condom and let me penetrate her soft interior. That moment felt like one entity and after the act we caressed and kissed each other. My time was up and I am not wealthy enough to be able to ask for an extension at that time. I said goodbye with a special feeling and I certainly planned to visit her again.
That happened a few days later, so I had to cut back on something else. Because she indicated in a message that she was hungry for food, I brought sushi and cool white wine. After a glass of wine and smoking a cigarette by the open window, I started again with a massage, which again had a very pleasant ending. When I left she gave me her private number and that way we kept in touch via messages back and forth. After several text messages, I asked if she would like to come visit me at my home. On Sundays she did not work, on other days she only received people at her place of residence and she suggested that she come by on a Sunday evening. So it happened, I happily let her in and my heart immediately beat faster at her appearance. And now, besides making love, we had plenty of time to exchange ideas about all kinds of things. We talked about her country, about the countries I had lived in, about delicious food, about love, about Amsterdam and much more. For me she became a kind of magnet in the shape of a woman. I felt so strongly attracted to her. In addition to her intelligence and kindness, she also has a fantastic figure for a woman in her mid-forties. I told her that I could easily - realizing the impossibility - wish her as my girlfriend for a relationship.
After that Sunday evening we kept in touch and she let me know that she was leaving for Turkey to check out her apartment under construction, for a holiday and to see her sixteen year old daughter. After Turkey she did not return to the Netherlands, but left for Norway to work there for a few weeks. She kept me informed via messages and I received photos of mushrooms she had picked. And suddenly the announcement came that she was coming back to Amsterdam and we could see each other again. She arrived on a Friday evening and was looking for a hotel. If that didn't work, she also asked if she could come to me. Just to be on the safe side, I made extra room in my bedroom closets in case she showed up. And I went to work with a damp cloth to remove dust. I knew she was quite precise and liked a clean environment. However, she managed to book a suitable room and kept me informed and let me know that she would still see each other at short notice. Just like before, it was a Sunday evening and we shared approximately the same recipe, glass of wine, chatting about everything, cigarette and then massage with our naked bodies and an exciting ending. As if she had never been away. Her hotel was not very far from me and I took her there by car at the end of the evening. She planned to stay in Amsterdam for another ten days and then fly back to Turkey.
Two days after that fun evening, I had booked a film screening on Tuesday evening. Half an hour before the start, I was parking my car near the cinema and I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I answered and it was the Ukrainian lady, surprisingly. Due to a problem in the hotel where she was staying (of course related to the type of work she did), she immediately looked for a place to stay that night and whether she could stay with me. Of course I said yes, immediately drove to the hotel and ended up not in a movie night but in a cozy evening with her. She was dragging two suitcases, including a very large and very heavy suitcase, and I made room for her things in my bathroom. She hadn't eaten anything yet and after listening to her story I prepared a meal, partly with the things she brought with her. Luckily I had wine at home, because she really likes that. Lots of coffee during the day too, by the way. And so it was that for the first time I spent the night with her, even without having sex. But it was difficult for me to keep my hands off her, but respect for her story and her tiredness forced me to do so, it only amounted to a little cuddling. The next morning she booked another hotel for the coming night and in the afternoon we would take a look there to see if she liked that place.
Only after we had breakfast and because we were in no hurry did we end up in bed again to court each other, which of course was very pleasant. Each successive meeting made us more and more familiar with each other. Too bad she was going to leave again for the next six nights. Before we left the house, I advised her to split her luggage and only travel with the smallest suitcase. She did so and was now able to organize her things that she had to throw into that large suitcase within ten minutes. Noting that as a woman you need a little more time to pack your things with care, the hotel had only allowed her ten minutes to leave the room. I gave her spare keys to my house in case she suddenly needed something urgently when I wasn't home. This way she could leave the very large suitcase until she left Amsterdam. However, upon inspection she did not like at all the hotel she had chosen online and we drove on to another hotel that had been recommended by an acquaintance of hers. There she booked a room for the next day for two nights. It was important to her that, in addition to a nice room, visitors could enter the hotel and take the elevator relatively unnoticed. She had already booked another hotel for the remaining three nights. Then she suggested to go into town together. She needed some stuff from a sex shop. We were on the road by tramway, walking hand in hand, just like a couple, you might think. For the first time in my life I entered a fairly large sex shop with an extensive range of items and clothing. The shelves with dildos alone reminded me of a well-stocked supermarket. She found what she needed and additionally bought stockings and a short black kimono that suited her well. In terms of price, it was also reasonable, because kimonos can be quite expensive. Moreover, she appreciated it when I would give it as a gift. There was a girl at the cash register who had been in the store for some time. She held a wrapped body stocking in each hand and asked us to help decide which one was the nicest. We both preferred the same copy. So it was. A man stood next to me to return a large, colorful vibrator. He said it didn't work. "Yes, you have to let it make contact with the skin," the saleswoman said in a friendly tone and the customer left without moving a muscle.
Once home we had enough food and drinks, bought along the way, to start a fun evening. We had white wine, a sushi platter and miso soup. We were thus stuck in a Japanese atmosphere. I had trouble keeping my hands off her as she sat at the table in a light-colored kimono and when the front fell open I saw that she was wearing nothing underneath. That was because her underwear was now spinning around in my washing machine. Later it all turned out fine when she sat on my lap with the same outfit (or rather the lack of it). This way I could pamper her breasts and occasionally let my hand slide down to caress her thighs and what is between them. We had long conversations, including about details related to her work. About a man who booked for an hour and then spent 45 minutes doing his cocaine. About customers who return repeatedly, so that she can get to know them better and know what wishes they have. About an American man who had a nice body but wanted to have terribly rough sex, she didn't really like that, tender and slim as she is. About the fact that after the trip to Turkey she will work in the south of France for a month. About how she prepares herself mentally and physically to keep up this kind of work. Take lots of vitamins and a detox drink every morning. Exercise in the middle of the day. Drink a few glasses of white wine before meeting with a client and then more wine during and after the meeting. At my house we easily consumed two to three liters of white wine a day, a third of which was for myself. About her ideas for the near future, knowing that in a few years she will feel too old to continue with this work. About missing her home country Ukraine because of the war that is still going on. About her multilingualism and many other things. She left for the chosen hotel the other day - a Thursday - and we agreed in the car that she would return the morning of departure from Amsterdam to pick up her large suitcase. With all that luggage I would take her to the airport by car. Thinking about her and writing about her, I feel the pressure in my balls increasing considerably.
She sent me some short videos from the hotel of herself (meticulously made up and dressed) and of her room. Both the interior and the view of the city at night. A gesture that I really appreciated. The next morning she asked me by message if I had slept well. I answered in the affirmative, with the note that I had missed her at the table and next to me in bed. When I asked if she was feeling well and everything was going well, I was told that her customer acquisition web page was down. If it stayed that way, she would come back to me for the remaining days. I wrote her that in that case I was thinking of taking photos and sketches in her new kimono as a preliminary study for a painting. She replied that from the looks of it that evening, something like this could soon become a reality. To welcome her in advance, I wrote back that I really missed her and wanted to caress and kiss her. Moreover, I said how remarkable it was to discover how much we had in common, thinking of many topics that had been covered in a very short time.
I took a shower, washed my hair, took a picture of myself with wet hair and sent it to her early that Friday evening. The response was that she thought I was a wonderful person, nice to hear, and I said I thought the same of her. Then I was asked quite quickly if I could pick her up the next morning after she had left the room and I promised to do so. Her Dutch web page had disappeared forever. To kill time that evening I watched a French film on TV ('Demain Tout Commence'), which later turned out that she had also seen it and also thought it was a good film. Thinking about the days to come, it promised to be an exciting and special weekend!
Driving back and forth to her hotel, I enjoyed the rows of trees along the road showing their autumnal colors. Even though it was summer in my heart. At the agreed time I met her at the entrance of the hotel and on the way to my house we did a lot of shopping, so that we had enough food and drinks for several days. She loved fish and fresh vegetables just like me. Actually, I had a ticket for a rather erotic dance performance for that Saturday evening, which turned out to be sold out online, so getting another ticket for her was not an option. Would have been nice to share that stimulating performance. Then let's hope for an erotic experience at my home and not a theater performance elsewhere. That evening we had an extensive dinner and enjoyed boiled mussels and the music she had chosen. Blues, dance music and we also watched several clips I had made quite some time ago about flamengo music and dance in Singapore.
At my glance she noticed very well how happy I was to have her for company again and we took turns touching each other or giving each other a kiss. That evening flew by and we went to sleep deep into the night, she snuggled close to me, and it was wonderful to feel her breasts, her butt and her legs. Sunday morning we had an extensive breakfast, more of a lunch actually, and she made a Turkish mix of onion, tomato, pepper and egg. That tasted good, just like the yogurt with blueberries. After breakfast she got ready and settled down on the bed as a model, lying with some pillows. First in her long black velvet robe and also in the recently acquired black kimono. To complete the mood I also put on my kimono. At my request she regularly exposed one breast and turned her head in different directions. I took photos and made several sketches of the pose that I liked the most. All this in a square format because I had a square canvas in mind for the painting to be made. Naturally, after this session I felt the urge to kiss her all over and she answered my desire by saying that the next day, Monday, we would take time for kissing, massage and our familiar lovemaking. That delay had to do with the fact that she was going out for dinner that evening with a friend, who, like me, was actually once a customer, with the difference that he had never had sex with her. Now and then he looked for a companion, an escort without having to go to bed.
I was asleep when she came back home, she had used the spare key and after midnight I suddenly heard music, which woke me up. I got up, saw her sitting at the table by lamplight, and we chatted long into the night. And we drank white wine again. She had had a nice evening at a Greek restaurant and I was happy to have her back. Many of our conversations that day and that night were about growing up in Ukraine, about our parents, about the war with Russia, about the languages she spoke (Ukrainian, Polish, Russian, Turkish and English of course), about her desired future and how long she thought she could continue this work. About art, music, films and so on, that way I heard that her mother was a professional pianist and that she herself had played the violin. As a result, we listened to favorite violin and cello sonatas via YouTube, illustrating our senses.
We slept until noon that Monday morning. For greater mutual pleasure, I got up briefly to brush my teeth and shave my growing beard and whisker hairs. I now wanted to redeem the promise she made and she wanted that too. We had all the time in the world and, when she was undressed and lying on her stomach, I liberally dripped fragrant massage oil everywhere. She surrendered herself completely to my wandering hands and occasionally made soft sounds to let me know that everything was to her liking. When I spread her legs slightly and touched very sensitive spots there was no resistance. After some time she turned around and lay down in a kind of Jesus position with her eyes closed. I kissed, massaged and touched her around her shapely breasts, gently touched her nipples and now massaged her legs at the front, also not leaving her shaved mons pubis and labia untouched. While kissing, I moved down and pampered her gate to heaven with my tongue and fingers. Crawling back up, I was so excited that I could no longer wait to gently penetrate her with my swollen rod. Noticing her reaction we did the right thing, she started moving, held me and after not too long I felt tingles of pleasure throughout my body. A kind of volcanic eruption followed and again I was millions of seeds lighter. I kissed her with pleasant wonder, looked into her eyes, received confirmation that she too was enjoying it and then I pressed the hollow of my eye to hers, first on the left and then on the right. It felt and fit perfectly and it took quite some time before I wanted to leave her lower body. What a divine experience when you have an amiable woman so close to you and when you have been living without a relationship for more than 3 years.
Time for breakfast, or rather brunch, and listening to Spanish guitar music, we sat scantily dressed and enjoyed boiled eggs, bread and yoghurt with mixed fruits. The sun was shining at the table and on the balcony and I took several photos of her impressive appearance, an adult angel in my eyes. That afternoon was partly spent listening to music and having conversations. We also took a long walk in dry weather, just before nightfall. I had to pick up medication from a pharmacy, she needed electronic cigarettes and our white wine supply also had to be replenished. While chatting, we walked hand in hand along the Amstel back home. I had promised to cook that evening and after that walk, the conversations and listening sessions (with or without video clips), I went to work in the kitchen to prepare a healthy meal. While preparing the dining table, we passed each other frequently with subtle touches and kisses on the cheek or on the neck or on the hands or on the mouth. The atmosphere felt good, even though I knew that after dinner she would take a taxi to visit a German customer somewhere in a hotel in the city. That was part of the profession she had chosen these years and it was of course also the way in which we got to know each other, fortunately. So I didn't have any jealous feelings and I looked forward to her return that night. That was quite late with lots of white wine and still guitar music. I was sleeping lightly when she came home and - just like the night before - I got up to enjoy each other and the wine together. I was surprised at how many glasses she downed without getting drunk. She let me know how she met a man like this evening without causing a dent in her self-esteem. In fact, she did some social work and we agreed that without sex workers the world would have more problems. She was also looking forward to devoting all the time and rest to herself in the coming week, giving up the wine and taking care of her body.
After a warm night in bed together, I already had melancholic feelings, knowing that she would leave for Turkey that afternoon, unexpectedly leaving me with a kind of emptiness. Step by step her things disappeared from the bathroom and it was quite a collection of creams and make-up stuff. Until the very end, our two toothbrushes stood side by side and I took a photo of that. I had offered to wash some more clothes, so that she could pack clean and nice smelling clothes so she could travel quite freshly. Off we went, to the airport with one small and one large, heavy suitcase. For the same money I would have crawled into that large suitcase to accompany her to the next destination. She had appointments for facial and body treatments before heading to the south coast on her own for a four-day meditative stay. From there she would fly, fresh and recharged, to the south of France to provide service to French men or foreigners there for a few weeks. Now I have to deal with memories, photos, some videos and sweet messages until - perhaps - one day our paths cross again. Who knows. First of all, I will soon start working on the painting in which she plays the leading role and in which I will try to depict her attractiveness and beauty.
I could tell from messages in the days after her departure that there was something going on between us. Photos and videos of the bus trip to the south coast, questions about how I was doing and regular good morning or good night wishes with sweet symbols, sometimes typed, sometimes recorded. This way I hear her voice as if she were sitting or lying next to me! Night photos with full moon. Panoramic video with a clear and calm sea. And even without those messages, I think about her many times and about the past week, in more ways than one. Her smile, listening to music together, sometimes dancing in the house, toasting with clinking wine glasses, her outer clothing falling open and then seeing that she is not wearing a bra, her elegant gestures with the long fingers she has, the softness of her skin, our intertwined legs when we went to sleep, the warmth of her behind and so on, too many to mention! I think I'm just in love with that woman, without being able to imagine what will happen next or what will not happen.
