Dutch Treat

by Cristiano Caffieri

I was just twenty when I went to work in Amsterdam for six months and that’s where I met Isa. She was just seventeen and I thought she was the prettiest girl I’d ever seen. Slim, with long brown hair and Betty Davis eyes she was my idea of perfection.

I’d only been with the company a week when I was swept into a scene you usually only see in the movies. I went into the walk-in cupboard where the stationary was kept and there was Isa searching for some envelopes. There wasn’t a lot of space and when she’d found what she was looking for she had to squeeze past me to get out. This meant her breasts brushed past my chest and it was at that moment she stopped and her big blue eyes looked directly into mine.

I was about to take a deep breath to make her exit easier but she moved forward at the same time and her lips were just inches from mine. My experience with women was very limited and most people would have classified me as shy. However, feeling the heat from her body crushed against mine I took what I believed was an enormous risk and I kissed her.

Isa slipped her arms around my neck and her tongue into my mouth and my dick rose to the occasion and pressed against her belly. She responded to this by pressing against it and moving her body from side to side. As the passionate embrace continued I felt sure that I was going to cum in my pants but then we heard someone walking down the corridor and she made her exit with envelopes in hand and an innocent look on her face.

I didn’t leave until the man had passed and then, still perspiring from my encounter, I went back to my desk where I began to make plans to ask her out. Unfortunately, she left early that day and bitterly disappointed I shuffled back to my tiny apartment and sat miserably in front of the TV for the rest of the evening.

The next morning I went into the office that Isa shared with two other girls and managed to slip her a note. It was to ask her if she’d like to go to a movie. About thirty minutes later she came to my office, which I shared with two grumpy old men, and in a very businesslike way, gave me a file that when opened revealed her reply.

“Meet at the Café Holz after work,” it said.

I was so excited I couldn’t concentrate on the job at hand and Mr. Hallewas, one of the grumpy old men began to get quite annoyed at my lack of concentration.

“You’re supposed to be over here to learn something,” he grumbled, “if you can’t do better than this report you’ve given me perhaps you should pack your bags and fuck off back to London.”

The last thing I wanted at that time was to be separated from Isa, I could see the possibility of a relationship developing, and so I buckled down to his work and did everything I could to try and impressed old Hallewas. However, when five o’clock came around I was out of that office like a Greyhound out of the trap. The Café Holz was a little German place, decorated with Alpine scenes and a large cuckoo clock that seemed to be running extraordinarily slowly as I waited for Isa. She didn’t turn up until almost half past.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” she gasped, as though she’d hurried to get there, “I had to finish a document for Mr. van Veldhoven.”

She sat down, ordered a coffee and then just looked at me with those eyes again.

“My God,” I thought to myself, “I’m in love.”

It seemed strange that we’d kissed and I would have married her at the drop of a hat and yet we didn’t even know each other’s names. I held out my hand,

“I’m Wade Eaton,”

She took my hand and giggled, “I’m Isa Kemper,”

“So when do you want to go to the movies?” she asked, stirring her coffee seductively.

“Tonight if you like.”

“That’s very short notice.”

“Well what about tomorrow – it’s Saturday – we could spend some of the day together.”

She smiled, took a sip of her coffee and then said, “Tonight is OK. “

As I knew so few landmarks we arranged to meet back at the Café Holz and then we planned to go to the Pathe iMax to see a movie. A couple of hours later I was standing outside the café when she came into view, she looked fucking beautiful in her short skirt and jacket. She had a little more make-up than she wore at the office and her perfume – it was so intoxicating it gave me a hard-on.

We traveled by Metro to the movie, which was quite good, although it was in Dutch. I tried to neck but she shoved me away and indicated that I should watch the movie. In the end, I settled for putting my arm around her.

After the movie we went to a small restaurant for a meal and then, as she lived with her parents, she suggested we go to my place and have coffee. To say that I was thrilled at her suggestion would be an understatement.

We didn’t actually have coffee, we started to neck even before she’d taken her jacket off and we continued until I slowly ran my fingers under the hem of her skirt and she started to shake as if she was having a seizure or something. I stopped for a second but then I continued, even though the trembling started all over again. When my finger found its way around her panties and lightly ran up and down her crack she grabbed hold of my balls.

“I think we should go to bed,” she said. And that’s what we did, flinging our clothes in every direction on the way there.

When I saw her naked I just flipped out. I leaned over her and kissed her small but beautifully shaped tits and then ran my tongue over her belly. Gently prizing open her legs I put my face between her thighs and worked my pussy flicker up and down the lips of her shaved crack.
The trembling started again as I used both my tongue and my finger to tantalize her pink velvet folds until she went absolutely nuts. First, she screamed and then she grabbed onto me and kissed me all over.

“Fuck me Wade,” she begged, “fuck me.”

I opened her legs wide, hesitated for a fleeting moment to admire her girlish body, and then I rammed my throbbing cock into her. She cried out as it penetrated deep inside and then she gripped onto my arms urging me to get on with it. I didn’t need much encouragement; I started to ram it into her like a steam piston. She moved her ass around as if she wanted it deeper and deeper and I did my best to respond to her demands.

When I felt my batter moving up my pipe it was my turn to cry out as I deposited what seemed to be a continuous stream of cum inside of her. She sighed with disappointment when I pulled it out but then knelt down, took it in her mouth and started to suck it back up. She didn’t go home that night, we just fucked and fondled until morning. I was totally shagged out.

Isa and I didn’t stop kissing and fucking for two months straight and then she began to cool off. She didn’t want to go out anymore or come around to my place. I’d often see her flashing her long lashes at other guys in the office and it was driving me mad.

I tried to ask her what was wrong but she just brushed me off and then she delivered the ultimate blow when I saw her holding hands with a new, and very handsome employee from Italy. I tried to confront her about it but she told me it was none of my business, I grabbed hold of her wrist and demanded an answer but she just broke loose and told me to fuck off.

My work began to suffer and I was shipped back to England and duly fired. For almost a year I lived like a bum, doing odd jobs and feeling sorry for myself. I tried to phone her and I wrote letters but to no avail. In the end, I realized that I couldn’t allow such a brief affair to destroy me. Fortunately, I met an old friend one day who owned a small investment company and invited me to join him.

What an opportunity it turned out to be. It seemed that I had a natural talent for the business and I was soon making more money than I’d ever dreamed of. For the next four years, I worked hard, partied hard and I almost reached a point where I could say I was happy but not quite. The fact remained – I was still in love with Isa. However, I didn’t really have hopes of reviving our relationship even if she was not involved with someone, and I felt sure she would be.

It may seem petty but I wanted to treat her like she treated me – like shit, thinking that would give me closure. Working on the assumption that women always have a weakness for rich men, based on the fact I’d never seen a soccer millionaire that wasn’t married to a model, I formulated a plan. I first checked that she was working for the same firm and she was, I then flew to Amsterdam and rented the most luxurious car I could find. Dressed like a Hollywood A-Lister, including an ostentatious Rolex, I waited outside the old company for her to emerge at five o’clock.

My plan started to backfire on me the first moment I saw her. She was so fucking beautiful and the memories that came flooding swamped any thoughts I had of revenge.

I didn’t have to make myself known to her she recognized me immediately and walked over to me with a smile.

“What are you doing here?” she asked cheerfully, almost as if she was pleased to see me.

“I was in the neighborhood and I wondered if you’d like to go out to dinner?”

She put her head to one side and looked at me quizzically, “Why would you want to do that, I was an awful pig when you knew me – I’m ashamed of how I treated you.”

“That’s all in the past,” I said, my whole scheme to treat her equally badly having gone down the crapper.

“You’re not planning to poison me are you,” she laughed.

“No – but if it makes you feel safer I’ll let you choose the restaurant.”

“OK – I’d like to have dinner with you.”

“Give me the address and I’ll pick you up around seven.”

When she saw the car she was most impressed, “You must be doing very well,” she said.

“I can’t complain – how about you?”

“Well, I’m in line for vice president marketing.”

“Wow – you’ve really moved up,” I paused, “what about relationships.”

“I’ve had one or two but at this time I’m off men.”

“Bad experience?”

“Bad experience.”

“Did he treat you like you treated me?”

“Not quite that bad,” she murmured and turned her head away. “I was only seventeen you know.”

“In spite of you almost destroying my life at the time I never forgot you,” I said, my voice trembling a little.

She put her hand on mine, “I’m sorry.”

We dined at the same restaurant that we did on our very first date. Looking at her across the table I couldn’t believe how little she’d changed, she was gorgeous and although I was loath to admit it I was still very much in love with her.

“You can come back to my place for coffee if you promise to behave,” she said.

“Well I’d better just drop you off – I can’t make a promise like that,” I replied.

She just sat back and gasped, “O my God – did you only want to take me to dinner so that you could get into my pants?”

“No I came to Amsterdam planning to meet up with you and treat you like you treated me – like shit.”

“And?”

“Now I know I still love you I think it might be better if I just disappeared out of your life again.”

Tears began to roll down her cheek, “I don’t deserve your forgiveness,” she sniffled, “but I have changed.”

“I can see that and I shall go home feeling a lot better about that little interlude we had.”

“But you still don’t want to come for coffee?”

“I’m sorry but I’ve fucked you so many times in my dreams the thought of being alone with you without being able to resume where we left off 5 years ago is too much for me to handle.”

“As anyone ever told you you’re full of bullshit,” she laughed, “you’re hoping that I’ll give in and let you fuck me.”

“Why don’t you give in – it’s not as if we haven’t fucked before.”

“That’s true,” she paused and with a little grin she said, “OK you can come for coffee with no restrictions.”

As soon as we entered the door of her apartment we were all over each other. As soon as she was naked I pulled her towards me on the bed so that she was sitting on my face. Fondling her tits I began to lick her moist crack as she arched her back and started to groan. It wasn’t long before she came and she immediately slid her ass down my body and positioned herself so that she could suck my dick. She massaged my balls at the same time and when I blew my load she swallowed the lot.

I decided that as she said no restrictions I would be a bit adventurous and so I got her to stand spread eagle with her hands on the wall and after struggling a bit to get it into the right hole I fucked her like there was no tomorrow. After I’d crashed against the cheeks of her ass for a while I let her do a reverse cowboy on me as I held onto her tits.

It was a bit frustrating when I came because she was in control and I couldn’t pump it into her at my own speed. After giving it all she’d got she climbed off my dick and flopped beside me, and breathlessly informed me,

“I haven’t got the strength to make coffee – will you settle for a glass of wine?”

I not only stayed the night, I cancelled my hotel and shacked up with her for the whole week. She took time off work but we didn’t just fuck all the time. We went shopping together, did a boat trip on the canals, went to the movies, dined out and stopped by a jeweler to pick up an engagement ring.

Because of her behavior 5 years earlier I think Isa felt that I was still a bit unsure of her and so one afternoon, unbeknown to me, she went and got my name and hers tattooed on her left tit.

“I’m branded,” she said, “Now you’re stuck with for the rest of your life.”

I slipped my arm around her slim waist, kissed her and told her I could handle that. THE END

Copyright 2019 Cristiano Caffieri

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