Eric had written four contributions to the Literotica site for erotic stories and he was happy that his stories had been received well by the public. Some hundred people had shown their appreciation by rating his stories and fairly highly, too.
One reader, by the name of Anne, had gone to the trouble of writing personally to his e-mail address that was at the top of the stories. Like him, she lived in the Netherlands and was one of the few females that openly spoke of their enthusiasm for a good erotic story. She was in her fifties, she wrote to him, which placed her in the same age-category as he was in and she commented in detail on his stories. She told him, which of the experiences he described she shared and which sex-acts she would like to copy from his stories into real life.
Exchanging e-mails they discovered that they did not live very far apart; while he lived in The Hague, she had her home in Delft. He was married, she was recently divorced.
She wrote him, that she was glad to be rid of her husband and that she enjoyed living alone in her little house alongside a picturesque canal in the old town of Delft. But gradually it also transpired, that she suffered at a lack of physical contact. She had not had much sex from her husband, which had been one of the causes for her divorce, but now that she was on her own, new desires within her started to develop and she related them to him freely.
Then one morning Eric opened his inbox and read: 'Be at Schlemmer's at four. I'll find you. Anne.'
Schlemmer's bar, situated on a narrow street in the old centre of The Hague did not have a terrace outside, so Eric was forced to go in on this lovely summer day. He regretted it, because a drink in the open air was so much more alluring than sitting in the stuffy atmosphere of the bar. But as he crossed the threshold of the establishment, a woman came whirling towards him, grabbed his arm and turned him around. On the pavement again, he turned to face her. He fell silent. He looked into the most beautiful and naughtiest pair of twinkling blue eyes he had ever met in his life.
'I sure hope you're Eric.', said the woman, who was still holding his arm and was actually cuddling up to him.
'You're lucky, because yes I am. And I consider myself very lucky to have such a beautiful lady at my arm.', he replied.
'I thought that it would be better to find a cafe with chairs outside.', she continued, disregarding his obvious compliment.
Two minutes later they were seated under the branches of one of the age-old trees on a nearby square.
'So, let me look at you.', said Anne and cast him a broad smile. 'I am more than just curious to know the man whose stories have sent those vibrations through my cunt. I hope I am not shocking you.' She actually was and, what was more, she was arousing him as well. The girl who took the orders had overheard a part of Anne's statement and eyed the couple curiously.
'Please', stammered Eric, 'the servants are getting nervous.'
'Don't worry, sir.', said the pretty waitress, 'I have some experience. Can I bring you a drink to cool down?'
Anne and Eric placed their orders and two minutes later the girl placed the drinks on their table, adding mysteriously: 'If you need me, just call me.'
Anne smiled and looked Eric directly in the eye and asked him: 'Are you in the process of writing another story for the site at the moment?'
Eric shook his head. 'No, I am waiting for the inspiration to hit me.' He had a sly smile on his face and continued: 'Some new first hand experiences would probably do the trick.'
Anne feigned not understanding him. 'What do you mean? Do you get so little sex, that you don't know what to write about?'
'No, it is not that exactly. But extraordinary experiences are required if one wants something to write about.'
'I see.', said Anne in a pensive way. 'Would this plot do? A horny lady meets a man on a terrace in The Hague and shows him her bare pussy there, in public. Then she bends over and allows him a long look at her ample bosom. Then she invites him over to her place and fucks his brains out.'
Eric swallowed with some difficulty. 'That could be interesting, but it is a bit uncomplicated. My suggestion would be, that while she sits on top of him fucking him, her brother comes into the room and takes her from behind, thus giving her the pleasure called 'sandwich' for the first time in her life. After both men have cum in her, she sucks them both off, bathing her luscious tits with their semen.'
Now it was Anne's turn to pant a little and she lowered herself gradually in her chair, hiking her skirt up in the process. Eric continued talking until he noticed her bare thighs and her extremely densely furred pussy that she flashed at him. A flush coloured his cheeks and Anne laughed briefly.
'As you see, I have started filling in the story-line.', she whispered into his ear as she bent over and showed him first her cleavage, then two perfect breasts with large, erect, pink nipples.
'Nice set.', was the comment of the waitress, who took away their empty glasses and replaced them with fresh drinks.
Anne looked up and smiled at her.