Amsterdam - Stop #1

This is the continuation of the story of Dustin and Anna, an unlikely couple with a unique history. To understand how this all came about, you should read the first in this series "

Around the World in 80 Lays"

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This story is longer than usual for me. I don't use an editor but I do use Grammarly and other AI-based editing software. If you can't get past the mistakes, I'm sorry. Deal with it.

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Around the World in 80 Lays - Amsterdam

Dustin watched out of the port window on the airplane as it landed at Schiphol in Amsterdam. He and Anna had elected to fly KLM to begin their Dutch experience. He was excited. It would be his first time in Amsterdam. Anna had visited the Dutch city years ago when she was a medical student. Now., they were almost ready to begin the first stop of their bucket list adventure.

It took a while to get through security and grab their bags. When we finally got to the baggage area, we saw a young man in a chauffeurs uniform holding a small sign proclaiming he was waiting for Mr. and Mrs. Dustin Mclachlan. In minutes, we were seated in a beautiful Mercedes limo, sipping champagne and headed to the Grand Hotel Amrâth Amsterdam.

The check-in at the hotel went smoothly and quickly. On the concierge floor, we were escorted to a suite by a cordial middle-age woman. Once in the suite, the door closed softly. I looked at Anna and smiled.

"Welcome to Amsterdam."

Anna smiled softly and stepped toward me, wrapping her arms around my waist and looking into my eyes.

"Well, my husband, what is on your bucket list for Amsterdam?"

A small smile played across my face.

"First thing is to establish ourselves in this hotel."

She wrinkled her forehead a bit.

"What does that mean?"

My smile widened as I stepped back and began to unbutton the pale green blouse she wore.

"I'll show you."

Minutes later, Anna found herself pressed against the floor to ceiling window overlooking the canal. Her naked breasts were pressed against the cold glass, and the palms of her hands were flat against the window as well. Behind her, I drove my cock deeply into her wet and ready pussy. Each thrust drove her against the window and elicited a grunt from her.

His hand slid down her side and then moved between her belly and the window. Dustin's hand found her shaved mound, and then she felt his finger begin to rub small circles around her clit, keeping time with the movement of his cock inside her. She leaned her cheek against the window, oblivious to the fact that she was completely visible to the onlookers walking along the canal below.

Anna ground back against my cock as the first wave of a shattering orgasm swept over her like a tsunami. In response, I slammed her against the window, erupting with a geyser of cum deep into her. Holding her there for a long time, I, at last, shifted slightly and moved back. Instead of disengaging completely, I turned her to face him and pressed her against back against the window, kissing her deeply. She raised one leg, wrapping it behind his thighs.

She felt him take a deep breath and then sigh softly.

"You are the most beautiful thing in the universe."

She giggled as her hand moved languidly up and down his back.

"And for an old fart, you are magnificent."

I laughed heartily as I leaned back a bit and looked at her.

"Let's check out the shower and then go find something to eat."

"Are we going to establish ourselves in the shower?"

I nodded enthusiastically as we moved toward the sumptuously appointed bathroom.

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Later that evening we strolled along the canal several blocks from the hotel. We found ourselves at a small coffeehouse across the canal from the hotel. The place was moderately busy with an eclectic crowd. Most of the conversation was unintelligible. Finally finding a barista who spoke English and I ordered two cups of coffee. Carrying them back to the table, Anna sat demurely, wearing a rather conservative skirt and a long-sleeve pull over sweater. Her hair was pulled back into a low, loose ponytail. To me, she looked good enough to eat, and made a mental note to indulge in that later.

As we sat enjoying our coffee, a young man turned to from the table just to my left.

"Excuse me. Are you an American?"

"Yes I am."

"Where in America?"

"Texas"

I know I had a bit of a grin on my face. My pride in my home state was showing.

"I thought so. I visited the US several years ago and spent almost a week in Texas. I would recognize that accent anywhere. Are you here on business or pleasure?"

"Pleasure. My wife and I are on a round the world excursion."

"That sounds like fun."

By now, several of the others at the young man's table were listening intently.

"How long are you in Amsterdam?"

"We really don't know. We want to have time to really explore the city and its attractions."

"What sorts of things interest you?"

"All of it. The entire gamut. Are you familiar with the city."

"Intimately."

The four people at the table next to ours stood and re-arranged their table and chairs with ours. They all sat down and introduced themselves. For the next two hours, the strangers gave us the low down on all the best places to go and see. They started with the standard tourist spots, including museums, venues, and other attractions. As soon as the other foursome began to talk, Anna began to make notes on her smartphone.

I was asking questions as well. Our new friend, Bjorn, was keen to tell us more about the nightlife. That discussion produced another flurry of recommendations.

"You're an older gentleman, what other kinds of entertainment interest you?"

The question was unexpected, but I was pretty sure what Bjorn was asking.

"Despite my age, I am not averse to experiencing almost anything that the city has to offer."

Bjorn looked at the others around his table. They all sat silent, waiting for Bjorn to continue.

"You might find the De Wallen district interesting. You would call it the red-light district. There are some things you need to know before you go. There are both written and unwritten rules. If you look on the internet, you can find a lot of information."

Dustin glanced at Anna and saw her smiling.

"Anything else?"

"Along with the sex district, there are some specialty attractions in that area as well. Mostly BDSM clubs and fetish venues. You can also score almost any kind of drugs you want there as well. Just be careful. The authorities take an easy view of the trade, although it is still illegal. If you do want to partake, do your business in the district and don't try to leave with your purchase. That can cause problems."

They group chatted for several more minutes. Finally, I looked at Anna and then spoke to the other four people.

"I appreciate your information and help. Do you come to this shop frequently."

Bjorn nodded.

"We are here several evenings a week. Usually, this is our jumping off spot for whatever late entertainment we have planned. Tonight we are going to Leidseplein. It is an area heavy with entertainment, dancing, and music venues. Would you like to come along?"

I considered the offer, but after thinking for a second, I shook My head.

"Not tonight. We just flew in today and I think it is an early night for us. Perhaps if we find you here another night, we can come along."

Bjorn nodded. We excused ourselves and headed back to the hotel, walking hand in hand. Enjoying the summer evening next to the water, we chatted as we walked, discussing what Bjorn and his friends had told us, trying to decide how to spend our next few days in Amsterdam.

The next week was filled with new adventures. The daylight hours were spent on tours, visiting museums and other attractions, exploring the areas around Amsterdam and doing most of the usual tourist stuff. The nighttime hours were spent sampling the wide variety of eating establishments. The duo did visit several night spots where there was dancing and live music.

Nine days after we had arrived in Amsterdam, the pair were walking back from a pleasant meal at a restaurant recommended by one of the hotel staff. The route took them by the coffee shop they had visited on their first night in Amsterdam. I saw Bjorn and his friends sitting at the same table, so I steered Anna into the coffee shop. Bjorn was having an animated conversation with one of his mates when he looked up. I saw Bjorn smile as he saw the Anna and me enter.

"Dustin. Anna. Good to see you again. How is your stay in Amsterdam?"

The others at the table also made their hellos. I spoke to the barista, ordering two coffees, before I pulled two more chairs up to the table for myself and Anna.

"We are having a great time. The city is so interesting, so full of history and art. I love the museums, but I fear Anna finds it boring since I want to read all the information about each exhibit."

Bjorn and the others laughed.

"Yes. I can see that."

The group chatted on for several minutes. Most wanted to know what we had been doing. Several made further suggestions for things that should be on our schedules in the coming days. Bjorn and I spoke to privately while Anna was talking to the two other women about shopping opportunities and the best places to go. Bjorn filled me in on their plans for the evening.

"We are headed to the red-light district to visit some shows and clubs. If you haven't been there, you should come with us. We will make sure that you don't get ripped off or scammed. It should be fun and very enlightening for you."

Dustin looked at Anna, who was still focused on learning all about the different shopping opportunities. I turned to Bjorn and grinned.

"That sounds like a plan."

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Two hours later, after a call for an UBER ride for the six of us, we were standing with the others at the end of a long block. Looking down the pedestrian way, they could see lots of flashing colored lights and people walking along slowly. Bjorn was standing next to Dustin.

"The club where we are headed is near the far end of this street. Don't be surprised at what you see as we stroll down. You are going to pass by several of the so-called store window brothels. You may even see some working girls in the second floor windows. Just walk and look for a while. The club we are going to is called Bananenbar."

The group set off down the wide walkway that, during daytime, was a street, but was closed to traffic at night because of the throngs that tended to congregate. They hadn't gone more than half a block when they walked by a large glass fronted building. On either side of the entry, several scantily clad women sat or stood in the glass area. They waved, made kissing motions, and showed off their bodies in lustful displays.

I spent almost as much time watching Anna as I did watching the women in the windows. The women, by and large, were attractive, but held no interest for me. I knew Anna was as attractive, if not more so, than any of the women in the windows. Of course, she was my heart and soul. Watching Anna carefully, I noticed that she was, at first, unsure what to think. At one point, she turned to me and whispered in my ear.

"Which one would you choose?"

I chuckled and turned to kiss her on the lips.

"You, of course."

"No silly. If you wanted to have one of them, which of them would you choose?"

"None of them. They can't compare to you."

She grinned broadly, turned, and continued walking down the street with the others toward the club. Inside, they found a bustling, large space that was a cross between a theater in the round and a dance club. The waitresses were all beautiful women of various ages. Once they had found a table where they could all sit facing the raised platform in the center of the seating area, they ordered exorbitantly priced drinks.

Within minutes, the lights dimmed. A woman and a man appeared on the raised area. On the platform was a straight - backed wooden chair and nothing else. A single spotlight created a pool of light with the chair in the center. A man and woman appeared holding hands and smiling. They were both nude. Soft music played in the background and the two walked around the stage waving and smiling. They then ascended the two steps and the man sat on the chair.

I was quick to note the man's rather large, flaccid genitalia. The woman knelt in front of him and began to use her hands on his cock and balls. He sat still, watching her. As his cock began to engorge, she began to use her lips and tongue to tease him into further erection, until his cock stood at least 8 inches tall. It came as no surprise when she straddled his lap and slide herself down, capturing his cock in her waiting pussy.

I watched with some interest. The scene on the stage was enough to give me a mild hard on, but nothing spectacular. Suddenly, I until I felt a hand under-the-table sliding across my thigh and clutching my cock tightly. Glancing to the side, I saw Anna watching with rapt attention as the sex scene played out on the stage. Leaning back a bit, I smiled as I saw Anna with her other hand under her skirt, hidden by the edge of the table.

Looking around the crowd, I saw two other couples at our table similarly engaged as they watched the show. Looking further afield, I spied several couples actively engaged in sex at several tables. I found it interesting and slightly arousing.

When the show was complete, the lights came back up, and everyone took a deep breath. Taking the opportunity, I looked at Anna. Her eyes were sparkling and her breathing was a little heavier and faster. She looked at me, and hit was clear she was aroused. I thought it time to make a change. Standing, I excused Anna and myself. Taking Anna by the hand, we left, hand in hand, moving around the club. As we strolled through the club, we took in the sights as we conversed casually. I spoke quietly to Anna as we walked.

"What did you think of the show?"

With a grin, she replied

"It was arousing."

"I noticed."

Anna blushed, realizing that I was fully aware of what she had done during the show. I led Anna on a bit more, coming to where a sizeable crowd was gathered. I maneuvered through the assembly to a spot where I saw a woman in black leather using a medium length flogger on the ass of a second woman. Pulling Anna in front of me, I wrapped my arms around her, My arms trapped as I clasped her wrists together in my hands. I held Anna tight as we watched the scene unfold.

Despite my best effort, it wasn't long before I responded. I felt Anna respond as well. She pressed hard back against me as she shivered several times. As she watched the man flog the woman's ass, thighs and back, I felt Anna tense each time the flogger landed and the woman on the stage wailed. When the scene was finished, we walked back toward Bjorn and the others. Bjorn rose to make room for us to return to the table. We didn't sit. I answered the question in Bjorn's eyes.

"We are going back to the hotel. This has been an interesting and, I have to say, an arousing evening. Thanks for inviting us."

Bjorn nodded and reached out to shake my hand and then give Anna the customary European two quick kisses on the cheek.

"Just walk back down the way we came. You can find a taxi on the street that will safely take you back to the hotel."

Everyone else said goodbye as we left the table and strolled back the way we had come toward the street. It was late, and the crowds were smaller along the route. This gave us the opportunity to see more of the red-light district as we strolled along the boulevard. We set a casual pace, allowing us to pay attention to what was going on.

For my part, I was more interested in watching Anna than the girls in the windows of the bordellos. It was soon clear that Anna seemed fascinated with the entire concept. She was asking questions about how the bordellos worked, how the local laws and regulations were crafted, and about the women who were employed in the houses. I had no real answers for her until I saw a police officer standing next to a call box on a streetlamp post.

"Do you speak English?"

The police officer smiled broadly.

"Of course! You sound like an American."

I grinned back at the apparently friendly officer.

"I am, from Texas, actually. Can you answer some questions?"

"I would be pleased to if I know the answers."

Anna took the opportunity and began to deluge the poor officer with her questions. He managed to answer a few and then held up his hand. Anna stopped in mid-sentence, afraid she had crossed some line or offended the officer. Instead, he looked at her and smiled again. He pointed almost directly across the street at a building with a large illuminated sign reading 'Red Lights Secrets.'

"That is the official Museum of Prostitution. I suggest you come back tomorrow when it is open and spend your time looking at the exhibits. I think you will answer all your questions and have a much more in-depth understanding of how legal sex work operates."

I thanked the officer profusely and, taking Anna by the hand, headed on down the street. As we neared the intersection, I found several taxis ready and willing to take us back to the hotel. In the taxi, Anna slid up close to me and nuzzled my neck.

"Daddy, tonight was really a turn on."

He chuckled.

"Be patient princess. We will be back in our rooms soon."

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I laid in the bed in the dark hotel room, looking at the ceiling, cradling one hand behind his head while the other hand was gently stroking Anna's back. She lay alongside him, her head on his shoulder, one arm across his chest. I could tell my her breathing that she was still sound asleep. Her slumber, a testament to the night and the activities they had shared after their foray into the red-light district with Bjorn and his friends. Both of them were naked, their clothes strewn over the floor and furniture in the room, discarded haphazardly in a frantic rush to get onto the bed.

Looking at the textured ceiling above the bed, my thoughts were far from simple and benign. My mind was turning over the recollections from the night before. In the club, the way Anna had reacted to the first sex show was about what he expected. It wasn't surprising to him that she had almost immediately become aroused.

However, the second scene they had witnessed, the man flogging the woman's bare ass and thighs, had surprised him to a certain degree. He had been open about his interest and his history with BDSM. She had always expressed an interest and would get turned on when he described some of the things he told her about his previous experiences.

His phone showed it to be almost 10am. They had slept in late. Leaning down, he kissed Anna on top of the head. His movements roused her enough that she looked up at him and smiled.

"Good morning, my husband."

Dustin grinned, kissing her full on the lips.

"Good morning Princess. Let's get up, clean up, get dressed, and head back to the museum."

"What museum?"

"The Museum of Prostitution."

Recognition crossed her face and her eyes went wide.

"Oh Yeah!"

She rolled out of bed and looked at him.

"Come on. We can save time if we shower together."

He looked at her, then spoke a little sarcastically.

"You really think we are going to save any time if we both get in the shower at the same time?"

Anna giggled.

"Maybe not, Do you think it is time wasted?"

He rolled out of bed and took her hand, tugging her toward the shower.

"I can't think of a better way to save time."

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Anna insisted on stopping for lunch before they went to the museum. After a leisurely lunch, that was excellent in my opinion, the two of them were soon strolling back down the boulevard in the red-light district. The street was again open to traffic, so they had to stay on the sidewalks, which put them closer to the storefronts and the windows. I watched Anna as we walked slowly by the large windows. The window space wasn't occupied by as many women as it was after dark, and they were all busy trying to entice people into the bordello.