Hello. Let me introduce myself. My name is Rochelle Della Crème. Yeah I know it sounds like a candy, I get that all the time. I am usually a reader of these letters, but after what happened on my trip to The Netherlands, I had to write in and tell you what went down.
I guess to start at the beginning is cliché, but is appropriate for this story. I started playing an online game called ‘Get Tiffany' about two years ago. During this time I had made a lot of friends from all over the USA, and the world for that matter. I had become increasingly familiar with a couple of people,. (For sake of the story I will use their player names for here on in.) Late one evening during one of our online conversations, my friend ‘Whitey', who is from the Netherlands, invited my friend ‘Peachy' and I over to his place for a party, since there had also been several other player from the game that happened to live in the same part of Europe. Peachy and I thought it a wonderful idea, and since we both had a week of vacation coming up, agreed to it.
Fast forward a few months. Peachy had agreed to make the ½ day travel to my hometown so we could fly non-stop out of a major airport. (Neither of us were too thrilled at the possibility of having to be on a plane any longer than necessary.) While on the plane, conversations started to turn to a racier sort. Peachy knew that I had some feelings for Whitey, and inquired as to what I intended to do once I got there. To be totally honest, I didn't know. I did not want to have any expectations, other than to get insanely high from this great weed that I had been hearing about. And, well, if I got laid in the process, that was just going to be a bonus point.
With the exception of a little turbulence, the plane ride continued without incident. We both slept most of the way so that we were fresh and ready to do the ‘touristy' thing when we finally touched down. The airport was quite busy for a weekday, and we had a little bit of trouble finding ‘Whitey' when we came thru the gate. We eventually caught up with our gracious host and were off to Voorburg, which was about 1.5 hours from the airport.
The Dutch country-side was quite beautiful, a lot more so than the urban sprawl to which I had become accustomed. The air smelled sweet and clean, not smog ladened and dirty.
The three of us made it to ‘Whitey's 7th floor flat about midway thru the afternoon. He welcomed us in with a smile and promptly offered ‘peachy and myself a glass of white wine (as he was not the red wine type). Peachy and I sat on the sofa, Whitey on a lounge chair and started talking about random things. We were about half way into the bottle of wine when Whitey, in typical fashion, suggested that we play a Strip card game. I had played a little of this game with him when we were chatting online, but I did not know what Peachy would say.
Peachy was a little reluctant, but said that she would watch as I played with Whitey and while she grabbed another glass of wine. I shrugged and went to sit near Whitey and draw my first card. An ace of clubs. Yes I would win this round. Whitey drew a two of clubs, so he had to take off his shoes, per my request. We continued this way till we both had our shoes, socks, and tops off, when Peachy, feeling quite inebriated from the wine, decided that she wanted to give it a try.
We agreed to start over, replaced all of our clothing. Whitey reshuffled the cards and told Peachy to pick one. She chose the top card. I chose the 5th from the top, and Whitey took the bottom card. On a count of three, we all flipped over our cards. Me, a 10 of diamonds. Whitey, a jack of clubs. Peachy . . . not a good round for her, she drew a 2 of spades. Whitey told her that she had to take off her shoes. Ha, not a bad thing to do, so she did it willingly.
Back and forth the turns went, each of us removing various articles of un important clothing, things such as belts, earrings, socks and the like. It then came to the turn where Whitey had won over both peachy and myself. He had drawn a king of diamonds and the two of us had both drawn 8's. Whitey got a sly look on his face as he suggested that Peachy and I remove each others shirts. Peachy's eyes widened when she heard what was to be done. "Um, I really don't know if this is a good idea guys. I mean, I really am a bit shy" Peachy said as we could see her face turn a slight pink. "Ahh Peachy, don't be such a spoil sport." I smiled as I got closer to her, my hands moving slowly to the buttons of her shirt. I took the last sip of my wine, set the glass aside and stood up. Peachy looked a bit confused as I offered her my hand. "Stand up," I said. "It will be easier to take your shirt off if we are standing."
Peachy kept her eyes to the floor as she stood up, I could tell that she was quite embarrassed by the predicament. Slowly, one by one, I undid the buttons to her satin blue shirt. The shirt fell slowly to the floor as I undid the last button. Imagine to my surprise, and much to that of Whiteys, when we found out that she was not wearing a bra under that shirt. The soft mounds of flesh jutted from her chest, beautiful and perky. Her nipples were pink and erect from her excited embarrassment.
"Now take off my shirt." I said to Peachy as she finished her wine.
"Eh, what the hell?" Peachy shrugged as she tossed her glass to Whitey and walked a step closer to me and lifted my t-shirt above my head. "Hey, no fair," She said as she glanced to Whitey. "She has her bra on!"
Whitey sat back and chuckled as he shuffled the cards again. He loved this. He had two beautiful women, friends even, undressing each other in his living room. He had two nearly naked women . . . He felt his dick start to get hard at the naughty thoughts running thru his head at the moment, and he tried to hide it.
I saw what he was trying to do, or rather not to have seen. I whispered to Peachy. "Hey you remember all those times I tried to get into your pants on MSN?"
Peachy's eyes widened a bit as I leaned in closer. I explained to her that we should continue undressing eachother. I told her why not do it, I mean when are we going to be in another country, all the wine and weed we could have. We might as well have some fun of it.
