Brussels

Back in September Margherita invited me to go to her homeland for a weekend with her. Friday 13th December has arrived and I am off to Brussels. Margherita is a Lady in every sense of the word.

Margherita is ten years older than me, Steve has agreed to drive and collect her and drive us to the station. Margherita had never been back to Belgium on the Train, she had always chosen the quicker 'flight' option. We caught the 08.23 which was due into London Euston at just after Ten o'clock. Then just a short walk along to St Pancras for the 13.01 Eurostar Train to Brussels. I had upgraded us for both legs of the journey.

Margherita was resplendent, dressed in a delightful black all in one suit, and matching jacket. I had no idea what this weekend held in store, but I did know that it would be very different.

"You know that we could have done this journey in a few hours on a flight from Manchester my dear?" Margherita said.

"Yes I do know, but sit back, relax and enjoy the experience." I replied.

After arriving at London Euston we made the short walk along Euston Road to St Pancras. We entered the station and made our way across to the escalator.

"Why are we going up here, Departures are pointing over there?" Margherita asked.

"All will be revealed shortly." I replied. We got off the escalator and made our way to the Champagne Bar. We were greeted by a very polite young Gent.

"Do you have a reservation Ladies?" He enquired.

"Yes, in the name of Smith." I replied.

"Of course, this way Ladies." He said. I had specifically requested stools at the Bar.

"Are these OK for you? He asked. Well, regular readers will know that there is nowhere that I would rather be, than sat on a stool at the Bar watching the world go by!

"Is it good for you Margherita?" I asked.

"Yes, very much so, I was not expecting this." Margherita replied.

The server behind the Bar brought us a bottle of Veuve Clicquot (I had pre ordered) and two glasses. She also gave us the food menu.

"This is why you told me to only have something light before leaving home?" Margherita said.

"Of course" I replied. We sipped our champagne and ate Brunch whilst we chatted.

"Ann told me that you were very thoughtful, but I thought that she meant 'in bed'" Margherita said.

"What else has Ann told you." I enquired whilst giggling.

"Nothing that you wouldn't want her to share." Margherita said.

"What does this weekend hold in store?" I asked.

"Wait and see, but you won't be disappointed." Margherita replied. About an hour before departure we made our way down to the gates. Pretty much the same as at an airport, all standard security stuff. There were a couple of outlets once we had passed through. We had seats in coach 7, so we stood by the escalator advertised for our coach.

"I now understand why we left so early this morning, I am impressed so far." Margherita said. Boarding commenced and we soon found our seats. When the Train departs it is mainly through tunnels through to Stratford but soon builds up speed as it speeds through Kent, heading for the coast. The 'on board' Bar was in the next coach.

"Come with me Marherita." I said.

"Where are we going?" she replied. We went through into the Bar.

"What can I get you?" The assistant asked.

"Two Leffe's Please." I asked.

"WOW, You know your Belgium beers." Margherita commented.

"There is much more to Belgium Beers than Leffe, I remember that you told me that your father was a Brewer by trade." I replied.

"Yes." Margherita replied. The train entered the tunnel.

"We will be in the tunnel for around 20/25 minutes." I said.

"It seems unreal, to be sat at a bar drinking beer whilst under the sea." Margherita said.

"Yes, I love this train." I replied.

We emerged out of the Tunnel, now in France, the train gradually built up speed as it passed through the fields of Northern France. One stop at Lille, then on to Brussels. The Train slowed down as it passed through the suburbs of the Belgium capital. A few minutes later the Train came to a stand at the platform at Brussels Midi station.

"How far is the Hotel, Do we need to get the train to Central Station?" I asked.

"No, we will get a taxi from here, The Hotel is quite central, near to the Grand Place." Margherita said.

"Do you know the Grand Place area?" Margherita asked.

"Yes, I have been to Brussels many times. " I replied. There was only a small queue for the Taxi and we were on our way quite quickly. It was not long before we arrived at the Hotel. Margherita approached the reception desk to check in. She spoke in what I can only assume was 'Flemish' at one point she raised her voice in a determined sort of way. The receptionist gave Margherita the room keys and directed towards the elevator. There were three others in the lift.

"What was all that about?" I enquired.

"She was trying to say that I had ordered a twin room... AS IF?" Margherita replied.

"Has she rectified it?" I asked.

"Yes, I reminded her that we had booked a suite, I mentioned the Managers name, he is married to my sister." Margherita said as she laughed.

"She checked again and rectified it!" Margherita went on to say.

We walked along the corridor and opened the door to our room. We both put our luggage down. Margherita turned and 'full on' kissed me, I put my arms around her neck and responded. This was the first time today that she had shown any affection. I am sure that things will change as the weekend progresses. I looked around the room, it is amazing. It's like a lounge at one end with a deep leather sofa and a super huge TV on the wall. At the other end there is what looks like a Super king size bed and to the side a massive bathroom with both a Bath and a walk in shower.

"What are we doing this evening Margherita?" I asked.

"Shall we eat here at the Hotel and have a drink on the terrace?" Margherita asked.

"It's been a long day travelling so I am happy to relax and eat here." I replied.

"Let's unpack, have a shower and then I am going to let you fuck me before dinner." Margherita said. As if I wasn't already excited about what the weekend held in store, After she said that I could feel the juices deep inside my cunt start to flow!

"Well i'm certainly up for that." I replied.

"Good because it wasn't negotiable." Margherita laughed.

We both started to unpack, Margherita is always immaculately dressed, Ann has been her neighbour for many years and tells me that she has never seen her in trainers! Margherita hung up a pair of trousers and a jumper for tonight, she also put out a pair of court shoes. I left out a pair of (Red) dress trousers, a cream 'V' neck jumper and Red Heels.

"Are you sure about drinking on the terrace, It is December?" I asked. Margherita laughed.

"They have massive heaters, it can be quite vibrant." She said.

Unpacking finished, Margherita walked across to me, there was fire in her eyes. She locked her lips onto mine, we kissed passionately, her tongue slowly entered my mouth, I responded gently at first, before thrusting it back into her mouth.

"Shower time." I said. Margherita presented herself in front of me and slipped off her cardigan. I unzipped her jump suit from her neck to her arse, she eased her arms out of the suit and I helped it over her hips and it fell to the floor. As she stepped out of it, I stood back and admired this lady, ten years my senior.

"Lovely underwear Margherita." I commented. She was wearing a Full Bra and Knicker set, it looked very expensive. What it lacked in skimpiness it gained in quality and desirability. This Lady obviously does not do 'Everyday' when it comes to clothing.

"Yes, I purchase my underwear from a Lingerie shop here in Brussels, we will go tomorrow Morning." Margherita replied. I quickly got down to my knickers and we moved into the bathroom. My nipples were ready to explode and I could sense that my lips were already puffed up. I was aroused and full of desire.

"I want you Margherita." I said as I slid my hand down the front of her knickers, she gasped as i slid my middle finger into her very wet hole. I felt her muscles tighten around my finger. She unclipped her bra and let her arms drop through it. Considering her age her tits are wonderful. Yes, sagging a little but still voluptuous and desirable, still slightly tanned from her many trips abroad with darkened areola.

"I want you too, Sue, I want to taste you as I eat that succulent pussy of yours." she replied. We showered, then dried each other off before returning to the bedroom. I took Margherita's hand and led her to the large leather sofa. I sat her down so that her arse cheeks were on the edge. I kneeled down in front of her, I put my hands under her thighs and pushed her legs up and apart. I ran my fingers along her slit from top to bottom.

"Are you sure that we wouldn't be better off on the bed?" Margherita asked.

"I think that we are OK where we are!" I replied.

I was starting to notice her Aroma, it was intoxicating. I replaced my finger with my tongue. I felt Margherita's hands on the back of my head. I parted her lips with two fingers. I could now see all of her folds and creases, As my tongue delved in, I could taste her moisture, I want more of this. Margherita's Arse was starting to thrust upwards, I was drinking from her gorgeous cunt. I nibbled on her enlarged clit which drew an audible gasp.

"Thats amazing Sue." Margherita said.

I pushed two fingers into her gaping hole as my tongue continued to work on her nub! I licked it and i sucked it.

"Sue." Margherita shouted as she succumbed to the inevitable! Before she had chance to catch her breath I slid two fingers back into her, I felt her muscles grip my fingers as I pushed them in and out.

"Fucking Hell Sue, I want you." Margherita said. My fingers were working feverishly, her pussy was soaking. She shuddered violently as she succumbed again. She lay on her back as the last spasms arced through her body. I put my head back between her legs and licked her juices.

"Enough." Margherita said.

"Are you sure?" I asked with a mischievous look on my face.

"Yes, I'm not eighteen anymore." Margherita responded.

"What are we doing this evening?" I enquired.

"It's been a long day with the travelling, shall we have a meal here in the hotel and then have an early night?" Margherita asked.

I lay in her arms with my head resting on her ample tits.

"Come on, wake up." Margherita said.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"It's seven forty, You have been asleep for an hour." Margherita said as she stepped into a very expensive looking dress. She looked magnificent in her stunning underwear as her dress covered her up.

"Zip me up, would you Sue." Margherita asked. I dressed in a pair of Tailored black trousers, Red Cami top and Black Cardigan (I changed my mind from the outfit that I had originally put out). We went for dinner, had an early night, looking forward to the weekend ahead.

I awoke first on the Saturday Morning, I got up and had a shower, put on my jeans, Black 'V' Neck jumper and trainers. I stood in the window watching Brussels coming to life.

"Good Morning, How long have you been up?" Margherita asked.

"Not long." I replied.

"Give me a few minutes and I will be with You." Margherita said.

We enjoyed a good breakfast and several coffee's before heading back to our room.

"What are the plans for today?" I asked.

"I have an order to collect from my favourite Lingerie shop, Then we will go for a walk on the Grand Place and find somewhere for Lunch." Margherita said. We got our coats and headed out. It was quite chilly outside but the sun was out. We strolled through the streets of Central Brussels until we came to the Lingerie shop. It was obvious that Margherita was known here from the greetings and welcome. The conversation, I am guessing was in Flemish? It certainly was not French. I had no idea what they were talking about. One of the assistants stood in front of me and said something.

"She is asking you to go into the changing room." Margherita said.

"Why." I replied.

"Don't ask questions." Margherita said.

I followed the assistant, The changing Rooms were not cubicles but one large communal Room. There was another customer being measured for a Bra I assume in the corner. The assistant again said something to me, I shrugged my shoulders! She put her hands on my jumper, At that point Margherita came in with the older assistant whom I assume is the Manager.

"Take your Jumper off Sue, She is going to measure you." Margherita said.

"But I know my size." I replied.

"This establishment prides itself on accuracy, They will not sell anything unless they measure you and I am treating you today." Margherita said.

I quickly pulled my jumper off, My tits swayed into place (I was not wearing a Bra).

"Grandioos." The assistant said.

"And the rest." Margherita said.

"What." I replied.

"Jeans & Knickers as well." Margherita said.

I removed my Jeans and slid down my knickers. The assistant started to measure me. I noticed from her badge that her name was Chantelle. Tits, Waist and Hips. Margherita and the Manager continued to chat in Flemish. My nipples were protruding now! Chantelle was turning me on, she had a knack of just touching/catching me when it was not expected. She brought through a stunning range of underwear.

"Try it." Margherita shouted. It was a range of stunning (What I would call 1950's style) underwear. I put on the black bra, Chantelle fastened it for me. It felt wonderful, whilst also pushing my tits up. I put on the 'Full' knickers and suspender belt.

"How does it feel? Margherita asked

"Wonderful." I replied."

I put my own clothes back on and waited for Margherita to pay. We left the shop and made our way to the Grand Place. We found a nice Cafe/Bar just off the square. We ordered Baguettes and two gasses of Leffe. We sat opposite each other. I leaned forward and took hold of her hands.

"Thank you for my present, It must have cost a fortune." I said.

"It doesn't matter how much as long as you enjoy wearing them?" Margherita said.

"The assistant (Chantelle) was very hands on." I said.

"You can have her, if you want?" Margherita said.

"What, How?" I asked.

"Tonight, we are going to a very special place, I am sure that you are going to enjoy." She said.

"I am intrigued." I said.

"I am saying no more for now." Margherita said.

We finished our Lunch and strolled through the streets calling at a chocolate shop. Before arriving back at our hotel. There was a table free on the Terrace at the front of the hotel. Yes it is December, but their were numerous large heaters scattered about.

"Sue, be a dear and take our shopping up to the room, whilst I order drinks." Margherita asked.

"When I got to the room, curiosity got the better of me. I had to look into Magherita's bag from the Lingerie shop (all pre ordered). There were three sets of underwear, two similar to mine but one in dark blue and the other in green. The third set was much skimpier and in red. I could not imagine Margherita in that one! I went for a pee before going back to the terrace.

"I have got us a Duval each." she said.

"OK good, I like Duval." I replied.

"We will have a couple of drinks here and maybe a chocolate waffle, before we go back to the room to rest."

"Rest?" I enquired.

"Yes, Our table is booked in the Restaurant here in the hotel for eight o'clock, We will arrange for a taxi for around Ten o'clock." She continued.

"OK, but where are we going?" I asked.

"You just concentrate on getting into your new underwear and that nice black dress that you have with you." Margherita said.

I had a shower at seven o'clock, and put on my new underwear finished off with a pair of seemed fish net stockings. I felt incredibly sexy. I spent a lot of time on my hair and makeup. Margherita was wearing exactly the same underwear but with plain black stockings. She wore an amazingly stunning dress showing plenty of cleavage. Even in her sixties this Lady oozes sex and looks incredible! We went down to the hotel bar and had a cocktail, before approaching the reception desk. Margherita asked the receptionist to get us a Taxi i assume as they were talking in Flemish! The receptionist was quite animated but was insistent.

"What's up I enquired?" I asked.

"She's trying to be helpful, in her way, The Taxi is on the way." Margherita said.

"We climbed into the taxi, and the Driver spoke to Margherita in the same manner as the receptionist did. Margherita slammed her hand onto the seat and shouted at the Driver. We proceeded for about fifteen minutes into what looked to be quite a run down area. Eventually the taxi stopped in a dimly lit street. As I got out I noticed that there was a Doorman (Bouncer in old money) stood on the pavement. He welcomed us, I took a closer look and quickly realised that we had arrived outside of a Brothel! There were windows either side of the entrance, both with net curtains with a hint of blue light, clearly showing the outline of two women sitting in the windows! I was a little uncomfortable but also a little intrigued. Margherita clearly knew the guy on the door! He radioed inside and quickly a Lady came out. This Lady was quite obviously Margherita's sister, they were very alike both in looks and build.

"Sue, This is my sister Claudette" Margherita said.

"Hello Sue, I have heard so much about you!" Claudette said.

"All good, I hope?" I replied.

"Very Good, Enjoy your evening." Claudette said.

Claudette opened a Door, Margherita and I went through and went down a passage way and into another building at the rear. This building was a small theatre. There was a small stage With a Piano on it. There were about 15 tables with either 2 or 4 seats at each. A waitress was soon with us and taking our drinks order. I was quite apprehensive about this evening, I ordered a Double Brandy. Margherita ordered Gin. The Room soon filled up, The Manager from the Lingerie shop this morning was sitting at the next table. The Lights dimmed and a Man of African origin walked onto the stage completely naked, he walked across to the Piano and leaned against it. He was massive and I mean massive, I have never seen a cock that big. The music started and seven girls appeared on stage and went into a Burlesque show. It was amazing and very erotic. The drinks were flowing and i felt quite tipsy. After the Burlesque there was an interval where the audience stood around chatting. I spoke to the Lady (Angelina) from the Lingerie shop.

"You are really going to enjoy the next part Sue." Angelina said.

"Am I, well I hope I do." I replied.

"You will." She said.

When the Music struck up again The Guy who was on stage during the Burlesque show, came back out carrying a chair. He placed it in the Centre of the stage. The seven Girls came back onto the stage, but now wearing just Red Heels and Red Thongs. They danced erotically until Claudette came onto the stage and asked the audience if they were enjoying the show? There was an almost raucous response from the assembled women. Claudette asked in English.

"We now need a volunteer, do we have one?' She walked across the stage in my direction, I was horrified.

"Go on, Go for it." Margherita said to me.

"No, Definitely No!" I said.

Another Lady stepped forward (Thankfully) from a different table. She was probably in her early forties.

"Thank you, what is your name?" Claudette asked.

"My name is Margot." The Lady replied.

As soon as she got onto the stage, the seven girls circled around her and started to strip her off. She was left standing in her suspender belt, stockings and shoes. She was by no means fat, but certainly a Lady with a Fuller Figure, shall we say. I thought that she was lovely and I would not reject her, if she made advances toward me.