I heard a joke once, "If you want to make God laugh, tell Him you have a plan." Well, I can vouch for that one. After three months at sea working on a Norwegian freighter, I finally signed off in Alicante, Spain and made my way to the north of Europe, my original destination three months earlier. I had signed on as a galley boy in Brooklyn with twenty bucks to my name and planned to sign off in Lisbon. Unfortunately, two days out at sea Lisbon was cancelled and the first port would be Beirut, Lebanon, three thousand miles across the Mediterranean--so much for that plan.
I then planned to sign off in Beirut and see if I could get a ship back to Europe, but when I went up to the captain's cabin to request permission to sign off, he was in the process of flipping out, having a nervous breakdown and kicked me out of his cabin screaming at me, "You Americans are all the same! Get the hell out of here."
And that's what I did, stunned by his outburst and needing another plan, I decided to stay on the ship and earn some money. So, I spent the next three months peeling sixty pounds of potatoes every day, scrubbing pots and pans, washing the galley floor after each meal, sweating in the one hundred plus degree weather, stopping at ports in Egypt, Arabia, Yemen, Kuwait and several backwater towns along the Tigress River, eventually signing off in Spain and ending up in Copenhagen one cold December morning with a dollar left from the money I had earned on the ship.
My next plan was to get a job and find a place to stay, but found out I had to prove to the authorities I had three hundred dollars in order to stay in the country and get working papers. I was broke and so that plan was shattered. My next plan was to see what would happen, which is not really a plan but the realization that life is a random, haphazard set of circumstances that insistently pokes you in the back with its fickle fingers and laughs at the foolish idea of a plan. So there I was down and out in Copenhagen, taking one day at a time.
I had learned that the best thing to do when you're a stranger in a strange land is to keep going to the same café or bar and become familiar. I found an international cafeteria, a place where people from all over the world congregated and gradually I met people who would buy me a cup of coffee and sometimes a meal. People in Copenhagen are generous and if I was reading a book, someone would sit with me and we'd start talking, telling each other our stories. I became a regular, made a number of friends and somehow survived one day at a time. A young woman named Inge gave me a month's worth of meal tickets to use at the University of Copenhagen and I was able to enjoy an-all-you can-eat meal every night and also meet interesting people who made the meals even more enjoyable with lively conversations.
There was one woman in particular I saw that fascinated me. I'd see her on the other side of the room, eating and talking with her friends. She had long blond hair, sometimes in a pony tail, fair skin like many Danish women and had a slim, sexy and enticing body. A few times, our eyes met then glanced away, but just the sight of her got me hard. Every night when I went to the dining hall, I hoped to see her. When she came in and took her seat, my heart would thump. I'd see her in the food line and kept looking at her and noticed she always glanced over at me and several times our eyes lingered, but that was it. I wished I had the nerve to meet her.
Sometimes she wore really tight jeans, her round ass driving me insane, other times, short skirts with knee high boots, her thighs so smooth. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her and she became the woman in my fantasies at night. There were other beautiful, sexy female students, but for some reason, I was drawn to her. I wanted to know her name, to stand close and feel her next to me. I was much too shy to go up and talk to her, but started finding tables closer to where she was sitting, hoping by some miracle, we would meet and my fantasies would miraculously come true, but it never happened until one night, a month or so later.
It was winter and my month's meal tickets expired. At the same time, I left the small room I had, not sure where I would sleep at night and though I had no plan, fortuitous things always seem to happen, convincing me to trust, embrace the unknown and be open to what presents itself. Anyway, I was telling a friend I had met at the cafeteria my situation. He had a room in a cheap hotel and said he would sneak me in and I could stay there. We just had to be careful. His name was Hans from Amsterdam, a tall, intelligent and good looking guy who had a way with women. All of the young waitresses at the cafeteria were goo goo eyed over him and would take their breaks at our table, flirting and joking, so I got to meet some gorgeous Danish women just being associated with him.
His room was on the third floor of the Hotel Cicero which struck me as a strange name for a seedy hotel. He had been staying there for awhile and knew two of the young women who cleaned the rooms, and, as I found out, they did a lot more than change sheets on the beds at the hotel. When we were walking up the steps to his room, we met Birgit and Anna who were the maids and I was stunned that Anna was the woman I used to see every night at the university. Not only could I not believe my eyes when I saw her, I was amazed at how sexy she looked in the black uniform and white apron. I was also surprised at how Birgit came up to Hans, kissed him on the cheek, pressing her body against his while Anna looked at me, smiled, "Hello, my name is Anna. What's yours?"
Not only did I notice how short and skimpy her uniform was but that several of the buttons on her dress were unbuttoned, revealing a glimpse of her cleavage with the next button straining the material barely able to contain her large tits. Anyway, after lifting my eyes from her breasts, I told Anna my name.
"Oh, Arn, I like that name," she said, then narrowed her eyes looking at me. "You look familiar."
"I used to have meals at the university and I saw you there," I said, amazed that we were accidentally meeting in the dark hallway of a second rate hotel.
During that brief greeting in the hall, Birgit whispered something in Han's ear while Anna smiled at me, our eyes meeting and I wondered if she was sizing me up but didn't say anything. After Birgit whispered and Hans nodded, the two women walked away. Not only was I surprised to meet the woman I was lusting over at the university, I couldn't take my eyes off her ass in her skimpy uniform and slightly swaying hips as she walked away. "Damn, I want to fuck her," came from my mouth with a little gasp.
"Watch out for Anna," Hans said, chuckling, "I saw how she looked at you."
I looked at him then back at the two sexy maids walking away and wondered if Han's warning was based on experience or was he telling me what he thought I wanted to hear--which I have to admit, excited me. I also wondered what he meant by his warning, but hoped that somehow, my sudden lust for Anna would become more than a fantasy.
There were two beds in Han's dingy small room with a bureau, a writing desk, a bathroom with a small stall shower and window shades instead of curtains. I slept well the first night but was awakened early by the sound of heavy breathing and moaning coming from Han's bed and in the dim light, saw the round ass of a woman moving up and down obviously fucking him. I lay there stunned by what I was seeing then realized it was Birgit's ass and she was trying to stifle her screams but not successfully. I didn't know what to do as I watched them fucking, but thought I would give them more privacy, so quietly slid out of bed, grabbed my jeans and softly made my way out of the room, carrying my shoes, closing the door gently.
That's when I saw Anna coming out of a room down the hall, carrying dirty sheets which she placed in a hamper on wheels. I was surprised that they started working so early but found out later, being students, they did their work before and after classes. As I stood outside my door, Anna smiled and motioned for me to come to her. I was buttoning my jeans and still barefooted, my shoes dangling from my fingers.
"I know why you're out in the hall," she said, "Birgit's fucking Hans like she does every morning."
I was surprised how nonchalantly she spoke when she glanced over my shoulder at the door I had just closed. "Well, I thought I'd give them some privacy," I said.
"Very discreet of you," she said, "but now I have to do all the work while she's having all the fun."
I wanted to say something clever like "how about us having some fun," but was too shy to say anything when she suddenly grabbed my hand, opened the door of the room she had just left and pulled me in. "I want to have fun, too," she said. "Do you?"
Without my answering, she then pushed me up against the door and put her arms around me, pressed her body against mine and kissed me hard, passionately, her tongue opening my mouth and there we were kissing wildly. My cock was immediately hard and she was grinding herself against me, moving her hand to my ass, pulling me into her, while I did the same, gripping her round ass through her skimpy black uniform, humping her harder, both of us knowing we were going to fuck each other crazy within minutes.
