Amsterdam Surprise - her view - Sex Stories

Amsterdam Surprise - her view

Sarah chuckled as she oiled the muscular body of her dark-skinned partner. “You know,” she smiled, “for a black guy, you have an awfully funny name, Olav.” She laughed again, enjoying to feel the firmness of his body under her hands.

“Oh well,” he laughed, “you know, my mom always had these dreams of meeting a tall Viking guy when she came to Europe. And as she then met my dad, it looked as if her dream had come true. And so they decided to give me this name. I guess, my good old dad was a bit disappointed, I inherited my mom’s skin color!”

She finished her work and looked at him, feeling that familiar stir between her legs she felt, since she first had been with him. She had been quite inexperienced when she met him, but the ecstasy she experienced when they had sex the first time, opened her up and woke her hunger for more. He soon found out about the deeply hidden craving for showing off her lust and introduced her to the club where he worked. She got the black lace mask from her purse and looked at it.

“Still hiding behind the mask?” he asked her smiling, his smile daring her to go on stage without. She hesitated. “I study here,” she said, feeling the challenge in his words. “What if somebody watches the show who recognizes me?” He looked at her as she put it on and smiled. “We both know it will be much more intense without it, don’t we” he smiled, his smile putting subtle pressure on her. She hesitated, feeling his challenge and feeling the sexual thrill of ...

... going on stage without being able to hide behind the mask almost physically. “No,” she said, with her voice almost whispering “not yet.”

He smiled, and hugged her in his strong arms. “You’ll be fine” she heard his deep voice and she smiled, knowing she would,as long as he was with her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and the touch of his lips on hers in the darkness of the stage made her heart go faster with excitement. She felt little butterflies in her stomach as she kissed him, feeling his tongue enter her mouth and as the lights went on, she felt a rush of excitement, imagining the eyes of strangers on her almost naked body. His kiss got more passionate and she felt his strong hands on her ass, caressing her firm young flesh through the flimsy, short lace negligee she was wearing until she heard herself moan softly. She felt his arousal grow and press against her crotch and she began to squirm against him, her body, aroused by his caress and the taboo sensation of showing her need and growing lust to everybody in the room.

She broke the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps and looked at him, watching his calm smile as he moved both of them around until the audience could see them from the side. Her heart was beating like crazy in her throat and she resisted the temptation to turn her head and look at the audience. Her hands caressed his muscular, hairless chest and she moaned softly as she admired his body. She felt her lust rise slowly as the familiar warmth ...