They woke up to sunshine and blue skies with wisps of white cloud dotted around. After working out in the fitness room for half an hour on various instruments of torture, they enjoyed a good breakfast, mainly consisting of fruit.
"Much better for us than eggs and bacon." Kate sat back with a satisfied sigh.
"Um." Rachel was still finishing off an orange.
"I suppose we'll have to put in an appearance at the conference this morning."
"What about the afternoon?" asked Rachel.
"We‘ll play hooky."
"Great. I think a priority should be a trip on the canals."
"Oh, yes. Must do that." Kate picked up a multi-fold leaflet which she had collected earlier. "How about getting tickets for this Circle Tram 20? We'll be able to travel all day, hopping on and off where and when we like."
"Sounds fine."
It proved to be a good decision. The conference was every bit as boring as predicted and the two friends only stayed a couple of hours.
"More than long enough," said Kate.
Travelling around was trouble free and they saw a great deal of Amsterdam. During the course of the day they stopped off at the Rijksmuseum, which housed an extensive collection of Dutch paintings, a couple of shopping centres and the Holland Experience, sights and sounds of the country seen from a moving auditorium.
Their last stop, back at Centraal Station, was to board a boat for a one hour trip around the canals. Amsterdam, the Venice of the North, actually has more canals than the Italian city, and the best way to see them is from a boat. The view of passing buildings is entirely different on the water and the accompanying commentary enables the visitor to get an insight into the life and history of the city.
There was only one blot on the trip. Rachel and Kate were constantly being eyed by three young men, sitting on the opposite side of the boat. They talked loudly and laughed, obviously making remarks about the two women, but it was all in a foreign language and the substance could only be surmised.
"Italian or Spanish," said Kate. "I'm not sure which. Certainly doesn't sound like Dutch."
"I don't care what it is." Rachel felt herself colouring. "I can imagine what they're saying. It makes me more embarrassed than if I understood every word."
Disembarking from the boat, Rachel and Kate hurried away down a narrow street round the corner from their hotel. A short distance down they came to a sex shop. To their surprise, several women of varying ages were going in and coming out. They looked at each other.
"Shall we?" Rachel asked.
Kate shrugged. "Why not?"
The shop was well stocked with magazines, books, tapes, CDs and DVDs, all devoted to one subject. Sex.
They began to browse through the racks of magazines offering every kind of sex, many of them deviant.
"Look at this," Rachel whispered. "Can you imagine doing it with an animal?"
"That's a good description of some of the men I've known," Kate drily remarked.
Rachel picked up a magazine and opened it. The first two pages introduced two girls 'In a Little Orgy Mood'. Most of the double spread was taken up with a close-up of Ingrid with an erect penis between her lips. The remainder was taken up by the same girl on her back, looking towards the camera between her legs which were up in the air. Her hands, wrapped around the back of her thighs, held her outer labia open, revealing the luscious interior of her sex. Beneath it was a picture of Greta, kneeling on a bed, back to camera but looking over her shoulder. Her legs were slightly apart, giving a tantalising glimpse of her slit.
The sight was enough to send a thrill of excitement through Rachel. She seriously wondered if she might be bi-sexual, so was so easily turned on by looking at photographs of another woman. The previous night she had been affected by the antics of the performers in the film and not by Kate's body. But now she longed to touch and probe female genitals that were not hers.
The next pages were devoted to both girls, singly or together, sucking, caressing and squeezing the penis. In one shot Greta's finger was inserted into Ingrid's vagina, whilst the latter's breasts were being kissed by both man and woman. Both of the girls were entered from the rear or front and the final scene showed semen splashing onto their breasts.
An overweight woman was featured next, shaving her pussy and then sticking all manner of things into herself, including the handle of the shaving brush and a candle. Once again, absolutely nothing was left to the imagination, although in this case, Rachel thought it might have been wiser.
Lisa came next. One girl, two men. Wearing a bowler and a black bra, cut-away around her nipples, black suspender belt and stockings, she looked like a nearly undressed version of Sally Bowles in 'Cabaret'. The sequence began with her thrusting a red dildo into her vagina and then anus. The two men joined her, one kissing her breasts, the other pushing the narrow neck of a bottle into her private holes. According to the text she had a fixation for anuses. The following shots showed her sucking one cock, whilst the second man worked the bottle into her.
After that she was penetrated by both men, mostly in her anus, but in two shots both men were in both places at the same time.
"Just like the film last night," Rachel whispered.
"And may I remind you where that led us?" Kate indicated the magazine. "This kind of thing could have the same result in the middle of the shop."
"I know what you mean." Rachel was aware of her breasts swelling, nipples hardening and a dampness around her crotch as she studied the pictures.
The final shots in Lisa's sequence were of both penises shooting their semen at the same time over her face, her lips, eyes and nose liberally coated with the thick, creamy substance. She finished with both cocks, now clearly deflating, in her mouth.
Rachel knew her face was a bright red; she could feel it burning; she was also wet between her legs. She pressed her hand against her pubic area and leaned against the wooden display unit to give herself support and hide her actions.
"God, I'm going to come," she softly groaned.
"You can't," Kate snapped. "Put the bloody thing down and let's get out of here."
"I....I daren't move."
"I'm not with you." Kate turned away.
Fascinated by the photographs, despite her embarrassing reaction to them, and having the use of only one hand, Rachel put the magazine down on the display unit. She flipped over the pages and came to an orgy of three men and three women, doing everything to each other. The last two pages were a sequence of pictures showing a woman in close-up, sucking a penis and bringing it to a climax. Withdrawn at the last moment, it spurted semen into her mouth and her tongue lapped it up.
Rachel moaned, her fingers working frantically through her clothes at her clitoris and pushing into her vagina. She desperately needed a cock; she wanted to......
"You should buy it and look in private."
Rachel gasped. It was a man's voice close to her ear. She quickly shut the magazine and thrust it back in place, removing her hand at the same time. Her juices were flowing and she was convinced they were dripping on the floor at her feet. There would be a little pool left where she'd been standing.
"If you are too embarrassed I will get it for you."
"Please go away," Rachel hissed.
"I am trying to help a visitor to my country. You English are so....what is the word? Coy. Yes. Coy about these matters." The man waved his hand at the general display of sex books.
Rachel scowled at him. He really wasn't bad looking; handsome, in fact. No; more than that. Long fair hair tied back in a pony tail, tall and muscular, a straight nose, firm lips with a hint of a smile and a strong chin all added up to dishy.
"How did you know I was English?"
The man shrugged. "How does one know these things? There is a look, an air; besides, I heard you speak."
"Oh. Not so very clever then?"
"No. Only a little detective."
"Not so very little." Rachel smiled. "Not the parts I can see, anyway."
"Ah. You are wondering, perhaps, if I look anything like this." The man indicated the cover of a magazine. The picture showed a naked woman sucking an extremely large cock.
"That's very impressive. Almost too good to be true."
"We can make a comparison if you like."
"Here?"
The man looked around at the busy shop and grinned. "I think here might be too public, even for Amsterdam. There is a place more private."
"Where might that be?"
"I have a houseboat not far from here."
"You live on a houseboat?"
"Yes. Many people do. There are nearly three thousand houseboats in Amsterdam."
"I have a friend." Rachel indicated Kate who had moved off to another counter.
"I have a brother. A little older."
"My friend is a little older."
The man laughed. "We are all made for each other. I am Dirk Campen; my brother is Jan."
"Where is he?"
Dirk looked at his watch. "On his way from work. You will come?"
"I'll see what Kate says."
Kate was less than enthusiastic and more than a little reluctant to go off with a stranger to his house, even if it was a boat. After a little persuasion she agreed to accompany her friend.
Dirk's houseboat was moored on the Singel Canal, only a few minutes walk away, in the middle of a long line. Black hulled, with a red superstructure, it was a converted barge, long, low, but much wider than the narrow boats on the English canals. On the outside it looked rather dismal and drab, needing more than a lick of paint, but inside it was welcoming and cosy with neat lace curtains at the small windows and comfortable cushioned seats amidships. A television sat on a wooden storage unit on one side, whilst on the other was a Hi-fi system. The stern was taken up by a table, at right angles to the wall, with seats on either side of it, sufficient for four people. On the opposite wall a computer stood on a desk against the end wall.
In the forward area were two armchairs, a coffee table and a door.....
"To the bedrooms," Dirk casually explained. "And over there...." he pointed to a door at the opposite end...."is the kitchen."
"I could do with the bathroom," Kate muttered.
"Next to the bedroom."
"Thanks." She was still moody.
"I think your friend wishes she had not come." Dirk was looking at the bedroom door.
"She'll soon come round." Rachel was studying some prints on the wall. "I recognise some of these. We saw them this morning in an art gallery, only they were enormous. Some of them took up a whole wall."
Dirk smiled. "Yes, I think I do not have room for the originals."
Rachel turned to him. "Or the money."
"You are correct. Anyway, it is only right that they are to be seen by everyone, is that not so?"
Rachel solemnly nodded her head. "It is so."
Dirk waved a finger at her. "I think you make a mock of me, naughty girl."
"You haven't seen me being naughty yet."
"In the sex shop I think you misbehave a little."
Rachel coloured. "Oh. You noticed."
"The pictures bring desire. Yes?"
"Yes."
"You would like a coffee?"
Rachel was taken by surprise at the swift change of subject. "Oh...erm....please."
"And your friend?"
"I should think so."
"Good. I put the kettle on. My brother will be here at any time."
Dirk went into the kitchen, leaving the door open. Kate emerged from the bedroom area.
"I must admit the plumbing's impressive. They know how to live in style on the water, don't they? Where's what's his name?"
"Dirk."
"As in Bogarde."
"Yes."
"If I remember rightly, he was of Dutch descent."
"Don't you think he's gorgeous?" Rachel lowered her voice.
