Going Dutch -- Krysta
My name is Brian. I had gone through an emotional period where I lost my job, got divorced and managed to make a small windfall on the stock market. Not a fortune, but enough that I could be something of a daytrader and be able to earn my living from anywhere in the world. I had an affinity for Holland, not Amsterdam which is everyone's mental picture of the Netherlands, but the smaller cities in the south of the country.
Having made the move I was living in a small one bedroom apartment in the center of town but I was loving my new life.
Weekdays were spent trying to make profitable trades on the London stockmarket in the morning and then the North American markets when they open later in the afternoon. The down side was a day that began at 9:00 a.m. and didn't end until 10:00 p.m. Weekends were spent having a few beers at one of my favourite café's and getting to know the locals.
On Sunday evening I was enjoying myself chatting to a married couple that I'd met a number of times previously. Krysta was about 60 years old and I'd place her husband John, a few years older. Krysta was feeling rather merry that evening and insisted on dancing with me a couple of times even though there was no defined dance floor in the small café. Not a small lady but not huge either . I'd describe her as curvy or Rubenesque. She had long reddish brown hair that she wears tied up. John was a little taller than me , probably six feet tall, with a pepper and salt goatee.
As the café started to clear out John asked me if I'd like to join them at their apartment for a drink. Their apartment was a 5 to 10 minute walk away so I quickly accepted providing they could give me a couple minutes to use the toilet and pay my bar tab. John said they would be waiting outside as Krysta was in need of a cigarette. A couple of minutes later I emerged from the café looking for the two of them and finally the flare from a lighter caught my attention and showed me where Krysta was waiting.
As I approached Krysta there was no sign of John. I asked her where he was, she just smiled and said that he'd gone ahead to 'pour the drinks'. Krysta and I linked arms and made our way along the cobbled streets that were glistening from a recent sprinkle. The walk was good fun with Krysta enjoying two of her favourite pleasures, smoking and flirting. We had just crossed a bridge and were walking past a shoe store with its display window set back from the street under an overhang from the upper floors of the building. Krysta directed me past the support columns to the window , presumably to look at shoes. Taking a final deep drag on her cigarette and flicking the butt away she pulled my head to hers and plunged her tongue down my throat in a wild smoky kiss. Totally surprised I responded as passionately as I could considering this unexpected turn. Our kissing quickly became extremely hot and I started to move one of my hands to cup and squeeze her breast. She beat me to it, she'd already opened her coat and had managed to expose one of her tits. My mouth was redirected down to her nipple for some sucking. This seemed like a wild sexual adventure to me. Here I was sucking this sixty year old lady's tit after one of the wildest two minutes of kissing I'd ever had. I made up my mind I was going to somehow fuck this lady in this secluded storefront. Suddenly the clatter of a group of café goers on bicycles laughing and talking as they cycled past brought us back to reality. I was content to wait for them to ride past and then resume the fun but the moment was over for Krysta. She tucked her breast back into her bra and did up her dress and coat. She then took my arm and led me back to the street.
As we continued our walk I was constantly on the lookout for a place to finally have my way with this lady. Imagine my disappointment when Krysta announced we were in front of her building. I wasn't sure I could face John with a face that I'm sure had telltale signs of Krysta's lipstick and trousers that were trying to hide a massive erection. Krysta told me not to worry and rang the intercom asking John to let us in. As the door opened we had some stairs to climb but Krysta took my hand and led the way. When we finally were standing in front of their door Krysta turned to me and kissed me again. Not the wild kiss that we'd shared before but still quite hot and passionate. Then she rang the doorbell.
As the door opened John boomed 'What took you so long?' followed by a 'Welcome to our home Brian'. John was wearing what looked to be silk pajamas and a robe. Krysta and John spoke briefly together in Dutch and then she went off somewhere else in the apartment while John and I made small talk. He eventually mentioned that Krysta had told him that we'd kissed . I was mortified . Our eyes met and I thought he was going to kill me but he smiled and pointed to the couch while he chose to sit opposite in a wingback leather armchair.
'Don't worry about the kiss. It's just harmless good fun. Perhaps I should tell you a bit about our relationship but first let's have a drink. You could have coffee, tea or perhaps join Krysta and I in a brandy' .
