We met on the Bulletin Boards. I sent Lucy a 'Private Message' and she replied. She was very careful in her responses and gave very little away. She was amusing straight away with subtle one liners which I enjoyed. She wouldn't give away any specifics about where she lived or what she did and it took time to get to know that she travelled around Europe quite frequently. I also travel around Europe a lot on business mainly Holland and Germany so I asked her about various cities but didn't get any responses to indicate where she was actually based in Europe.
I told her that I came from Brighton, Europe's capital of Homosexuality, but she didn't know Brighton, only London. Giving my location anyway still didn't elicit any mention of where she was based. Her profile was very sexy, with an a 1950's type photo, which later changed to a silhouetted picture of a long cock dangling in front of a woman's face. The only piece of titillating information was that she was yearning to meet a dominant person.
Over the space of a few months we continued with the occasional message. The only time Lucy started to open up was when I mentioned that I had just got back from a trip from Holland. She asked if I had been to any of the clubs in Amsterdam. As I'm normally on business I make a point of not going into Amsterdam City as it's hard to go clear headed into a meeting after spending the night in the 'City of Sin'. After I sent her that message I didn't get a response for weeks. I could see that she was still busy posting messages on the Bulletin Boards but she had gone cold on me. So I decided on one last ditched attempt at trying to get Lucy to open up. So I sent her a message telling her that I would be in Amsterdam at the end of the month for a meeting and that I could arrange to meet her in the late afternoon after my meetings, if she was around in Europe during that time.
I got a response a few days later, saying yes she would be in Europe at the end of the month and that she could meet me that afternoon in Amsterdam. My mind raced as soon as I received that message. Up to that point I'd been only a cybersex or phone sex man but had never actually met someone from a Bulletin Board or a chat room, or anyone, actually face to face. I'm happily married although our sex life is dull and I'd never had full blown sex with another woman apart from my wife. So actually meeting someone from a Bulletin Board was a big step, not that I immediately accepted that sex was going to be on the agenda.
Over the next few weeks we continued to correspond erratically. The messages between us where getting slowly more erotic each time, with Lucy asking more details about our meeting in Amsterdam. Soon I was on the plane to Schipol and jumping straight into a meeting with a bunch of arrogant Dutchman (aren't they all). It was hard to concentrate on the details of the meeting as my mind was constantly thinking about my impending encounter with Lucy. What would she be like? How should I act? I had decided as soon as Lucy had replied that she would meet me that I would attempt to be her ideal dominant man and I had set a plan to help easily accomplish that. But how would she respond?
As soon as the meeting finished I caught a taxi to Schipol airport from the meeting and then got the train to Central Station, in the centre of Amsterdam. We had planned to meet at 6pm. She had told me that she would wear an 1950's type white raincoat. I was wearing my pre-arranged black jacket, light blue shirt with a dark blue V-necked jumper, black trousers and black shinny shoes. I walked up the stairs of Central Station pass the parade of shops and in the large plaza surrounded by bikes, getting progressively more nervous. I quickly caught site of a medium built lady with auburn hair wearing a cream coloured rain coat with a 1950's style dress. I walked over. 'Hello are you Lucy'.
She turned round slowly and with a distinctive Southern Belle American Accent said 'Why yes, you must be Bob'. It was a very peculiar moment. We'd never met, she'd never really told me anything about her but here we were at the front of Amsterdam Central Street Station exchanging a polite kiss on the cheek.
'So' I said 'Where have you come from today?'
'Oh you know, not that far' and she gave a little laugh that basically told me not to ask any more questions of that sort of nature, thank you very much.
'So where do you intend to take me Bob?'
'Well I intend to take you everywhere my dear' and of we went walking towards the city centre along the main central canal. We started to chat and Lucy obviously had been here before. She mentioned the Heineken Beer factory, the Van Gogh Museum and the Ann Frank Museum so she was defiantly a well-seasoned normal tourist. I knew Amsterdam as a normal tourist too, although I wanted to know how well she knew the other side of Amsterdam, the seedy side, the side where Amsterdam earns it's title of the 'City of Sin'. I knew where I would take her first and just before we entered the building I touched her hand and looked directly into her eyes for the first time.
She was attractive and well groomed. 'Lucy I am going to show you the other side of Amsterdam and give you a night you will never forget but it at any time you want to stop, tell me and I will be the proper English Gent'. 'OK' she replied giving a giggle that indicated that she had no intention of stopping the impending proceedings.
We turned in the Sex Museum. 'So why are we going in here Bob' asked Lucy in the kind of voice that indicated that she had a damn good idea why we were entering this building. 'Its to help break the ice, Lucy Dearest'. She laughed and I paid the Six Euro's each admission fee and we entered the thin narrow building. It's a strange place the Sex Museum and never changes much but it's always the first place I go to when I come to Amsterdam from Central Station. The dummy in full S&M gear, with the black face mask and the whip was the first thing we saw and Lucy gave another giggle as I playfully pinched her bum for the first time. Again she giggled and up we went to the first floor.
The first floor had erotic pictures from the early 18th Century. Men with very long Freddy Mercury type moustaches and vests, sprouting very erect cocks. Quite a bizarre yet a strangely erotic site. Lady's with ample bosoms sucking on cocks. Not a nip or a tuck or a plastic breast to be seen, quite refreshing. The most favoured position was doggy style with woman positioned leaning on grand piano's or piano stools. Surprisingly they were quite a few orgy and lesbian scenes which obviously impressed Lucy 'God I didn't realise they had these kind of photographs two hundred years ago'. The pictures were obviously having an effect on Lucy and up we climbed to the second floor and I took the chance to gently stroke Lucy's ass as she climbed the stairs ahead of me. She turned round and gave me an encouraging smile.
The second floor was quite a bit raunchier with pictures of full S&M bondage scene. Woman being fucked while being strapped to a swing, woman being double penetrated while blindfolded, a picture of woman blindfolded being gangbanged. Lucy was extremely interested in these pictures and took a long time to walk round this gallery. We spend a good twenty minutes in that room, not saying much but holding hands, we then went up to the third floor. The third floor is basically just full of little cabins showing various porn films, with curtains so that you can't see whose in them. This was the real reason for coming to the Sex Museum, this would be the make or break 'ice breaker'.
We could see that there was the odd man set of legs in some of the cabins and a couple of entangled male and female legs. You could hear the odd muffled grown but if was hard to distinguish if it was the porn film or contend punters. 'You want to go in?' I asked, 'Sure' replied Lucy. We walked into the tiny booth and I quickly tied the black curtain so no prying eyes could see in. I pressed the start button and the porn film went straight into a hard core fuck session with a Dutch lady taking a very thick black cock deep into her pussy, from behind as she frigged her clit with fingers. I leaned over to Lucy, 'You like' I said in my fake Dutch accent as I removed her raincoat and open her blouse revealing an exquisite 1950's white lace bra. 'Oh yes, I like' replied Lucy, showing absolutely no resistance to my moves. I cupped her firm breasts as our lips met for the first time. We could hear the lady on the porn film get more and more excited, swearing in Dutch as our kisses started to reflect the erotic tension building up in the film.
Lucy started to feel my erection in my trousers and started to unzip my flies, but I stopped her. 'Lucy, I make all the moves, I am in control of you tonight. You do only what I say. Do you understand?' 'Oh yes I understand Master' replied Lucy obviously delighted in the change of direction. 'Now Lucy strip to your bra and panties dear, now'. Suprisingly, considering where we were, in a booth in a Sex Museum in Amsterdam, having met less than hour before she did exactly what I commanded. Everything was going to plan.
So there Lucy stood, in her exquisite 1950's bra and knickers with not a fear in the world. She glanced towards the screen where there was now a close up of the woman with the thick black cock pounding in and out of her cunt, screaming more abuse in Dutch. I slowly rubbed Lucy's panties and felt her dampness seeping through the lace material on my fingers. The film and the surrounding were obviously having an effect on Lucy, just as I had intended. I pulled her panties to one side, exposing her pussy and allowing me to touch her for the first time.