Hello, everyone, it`s Laurel Welland again. In the preceding four chapters of my story I told you of my journey into lesbianism and how I found love in London. This story recounts an experience I and my lover, Lesley Kehl, who is also my employer, had only a short while ago in the Netherlands to which we were treated by one of Lesley`s business partners to mark a successful commercial venture that had been concluded. I hope you like it--all I can say at this point is that I certainly enjoyed being fucked by the most accomplished and beautiful girls. I really loved watching Lesley getting the same treatment, and it was that which made the entire episode---how can I say it--acceptable. So now you must read on to see the whole story.
You will recall that I had become Lesley`s lover and her PA, and that I had initially moved into her London flat. This she soon sold in order to purchase a somewhat larger dwelling in Chelsea, which most generously she had conveyed into both our names. She had already decided to base her new business consultancy operation in the UK, even though it was clear we would both have to travel extensively in the course of our work.
We set to in setting up the new consultancy, finding office space and hiring staff. Lesley took the lead in all this as it was her money which was funding the entire venture. My role was to be her PA, and on occasions, as I was to find out in Amsterdam, a living company asset, physically valuable in promoting the business.
I soon became adept at booking trains and flights and finding suitable five star hotels where no questions would be asked about us sharing a suite of rooms, and which offered same day laundry and dry cleaning services. I also acquired the skill of searching out clothes hire companies in major cities so that we did not have to pack all sorts of formal and business wear and could thus travel quite lightly. "One decent case and a laptop" became our watchword.
It was in connection travel that I received a call from Lesley who was about to make her way home from the States the next day. She told me she would be on an early morning flight leaving at 7-00am Eastern Standard Time, and then she continued.
"First of all, my darling, some business for you to undertake. we are off to Amsterdam in four days time. Please book flights, a suite at the best hotel in the city and arrange for clothes hire as we shall be attending both day and evening meetings as I have a potentially very lucrative deal to conclude formally.
Next some pleasure, and I shall have to whisper this so I am not heard! I have missed you so much while I have been on the other side of the Atlantic and I want you so much, so be prepared to be fucked out of your mind when I get home. Jet lag or no jet lag I want your tits and your cunt so much, Shit, I am wetting my knickers just talking like this. I will give you a call from Heathrow when I land so you can get something out of the freezer to heat up and a lovely bottle of wine to get to room temperature for us to consume while we enjoy food following a sweet naked post coital haze."
I calculated that on the basis of a seven and a half hour flight and the five hour time difference between New York and London she would not arrive at Heathrow until about 7-30 pm GMT. She would then have to go through immigration control, though that would be expedited as she would have flown business class and would have been booked into the VIP lounge, all of which I had arranged for her. She would then have to get from Heathrow to our home in Chelsea, though once again I had arranged for her to be driven in a private drive hire car, and the best time for that would be some half an hour. I therefore calculated she would be with me about 9-00 pm.
That gave me ample time to begin arrangements for Amsterdam. This took but little time as it`s so easy now to book flights on line while top notch International hotels are always open all hours to take bookings. I also was able to make an initial e-mail contact with a dress hire agency.
Just as promised Lesley rang me from Heathrow telling me how much she was looking forward to a good fuck and telling me to be naked to greet her when she arrived. I was more than happy to comply.
I waited anxiously for her return, but soon I heard her key in the door of the lovely mews house which was our home. I ran to meet her, and as she came through the door I slipped off my robe to expose my body--whether the driver of the hired car saw me I did not care. I wanted Lesley to have a thrill.
She stood in the doorway, and let her case and laptop bag slide to the floor. Opening her arms she said, "Fuck, | have missed you. The next time I have to spend any time in the States you are coming with me, but for now I just want to shut the world out so we can be alone. I am knackered but I`m also randy and I want pleasure, lead me to the bedroom!"
When we got there I assisted Lesley to strip and then laid her on the bed, though it was pretty clear she was tired after her flight.
"Sorry, Kiddo," she sighed, "I`m not up to much in the sex stakes, you will have to make the running, just give me a lovely gentle hand job."
I lay down by her side and clamped my mouth over her right tit while she used her left hand to caress her left one. I licked and sucked on her lovely nipple which hardened in my mouth while her sighs and moans told me she was loving what I was doing and that was the signal for me to slip my hand between her legs to work on her cunt.
"OOOH, you lovely randy little bitch," she cooed, "that is so fucking nice. 3000 miles of the bloody Atlantic crossing are drifting away------mmmmm-------so fucking good----yes, just there, kid, just there--get your fingers into my vagina and rub my clit with your thumb-------bloody fucking hell you`re good, so --------oooooogh---------aaaaagh-----bloody---------mmmmmm--------aaaaagh--------good-------yeeeees--go on----a bit more, a bit------mmmmmm---------more-------more, MORE------MORE---------MOOOOOORE!!!!"
We kissed and cuddled as she recovered from her orgasm, and I think we might both have simply drifted off to sleep but Lesley said she wanted food and drink and added she had something to tell me about our trip to Amsterdam. So, naked as we were we went back downstairs to the kitchen dining area where I placed our meal--a lovely fish pie--in the microwave and opened a bottle of fine Loire wine.
"Shit, Laurel," Lesley growled, "you look so fucking desirable in the nude. You are going to go down so well with my Dutch Associates, and you will have the fucking time of your life to end the trip when, so I am promised, we shall have an incredible sexual experience. You know all about Amsterdam`s infamous red light district I`m sure---oh, you`ve never been,---well we will fill in that gap in your education.
However, what I have been promised is a fuck fest which will at least match, and very probably, exceed the sex spots in that infamous area, though the location is some way from the city and over towards the coast. Multiple orgasms are guaranteed. Yes, pour me another glass of wine, I need to fantasise mentally about what`s going to happen to us."
I was keen to know more but with a teasing leer Lesley said I would have to wait and find out. So after we had dined and finished the wine we retired to our bedroom once more and settled down for the night. Lesley fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, but I lay awake for a while thinking about what was in store, and before I dozed off I gave my self a little solo satisfaction.
The next morning Lesley went over with me the travel and hotel bookings I had made and declaring herself more than happy with them added that I was really getting on top of my job and that she valued my work as highly as she did my role as her sex mate. I felt more than gratified by that. Later in the middle of the day after we had both been busy with the consultancy`s work she told me the purpose of the trip.
"We are going to Amsterdam to finally seal a deal with the Van Moellen Corporation. I am going to provide them with consultative services as they seek to diversify their business, It`s an old established diamond and gold merchant business, but the current board of directors want to move into other areas. We shall be dealing with the sisters Caro and Robbi Van Moellen who effectively control all the other directors so I`d better fill you in on them before I get on with the business details.
They are now in their early fifties, and they are, shall I say, somewhat Junoesque women--in other words they are big, but well proportioned and physically fit, but clearly rather "dykey" for want of a better word--though maybe "Valkyrie" might fit as they are both tall and, as I say, well built. Now I know you quite like older women because you like me, but they may not be, given their age and build, quite to your taste. I mean there`s "older" and "older" if you know what I mean.
You will not have to have full on sex sex with either of them, but we shall both have a lot of sex in their presence as they both enjoy voyeurism. In fact they are a pair of older lezzies who like watching other women fuck. The four of us will be involved in a variety of ways in that special experience I told you about yesterday."
Lesley expanded on what she had just stated.
"These sisters have, as I have just told you, a special kink about watching other women getting fucked, and they especially like to see young women having sex. So, though the initial deal is not actually totally dependent on the experience visit, it has been made clear to me that the future development of that business relationship is very closely bound up with how we "fit in" with the sisters` predilections. That is why I accepted the invitation for both of us.
From what I have heard we shall have a bloody fucking good time, but we shall have to put our bodies in the service of the business, and that, I know, is asking an awful lot. But I am not asking you to do anything I am not going to do myself.
There will also be a business session to attend and a cocktail party so I am glad we have dress hire contacts in place and we need to decide on our wardrobe very soon We need not worry about what to wear for the special experience, I am assured it`s clothes off time as soon as we arrive.
Now for a few more business details. I had the New York office of my attorneys, Bartholomew Weismann and Eustace Hill, check over the draft contract and it`s OK in US law but we need to go to their City of London office --of course you call them Solicitors over here--to see if it`s all kosher in UK and EU terms. So can you immediately fix up an urgent appointment as time is not on our side. The London office will have received a copy of the contract from New York so I expect them to deal with the issue quickly--shit, I pay them enough!"
Lesley went back to her work while I rang the Solicitors to make an appointment for the next day. I got on with routine matters including calling our office staff to check on what they were doing, so it was quite late before Lesley and I got together for supper. Over the meal Lesley spoke to me once more about the physical side of our journey and I could see she was concerned on my behalf.
"Kiddo, I want you to sleep on what I have told you about the Van Moellens. If you feel you cannot handle it there is still time to call the sexual event off, but remember, you will not have to do anything I will not do."
My subsequent slumber was indeed somewhat disturbed by odd dreams and periods of wakefulness as I thought about what I had been told, but given Lesley`s assurances I determined that I was game for the entire package, and with that I drifted off to less fitful sleep.
