Marianne was a mature who gave me my first anal sex experience.
I was working as a musician in a bar in Amsterdam in the summer of 2000 and during that particular month a regatta of tall ships was heading to Amsterdam.
The owner of the bar thought it might be a good money spinner to convert his barge into a floating bar and take guests on a tour of the canals and the harbour, where he would ply them with drink and food for a fee. He had a special piano shaped shell made, into which an electronic keyboard was placed. The body of the piano shell was reinforced with galvanized steel, into which ice was poured converting it into a kind of cold cabinet for drinks and shell food cocktails.
There was no shortage of takers for this venture and every day for a week we had a relatively full boat. I enjoyed the trips as it got me out of the bar and in a way I was performing an open air gig. Not just to the patrons of the barge, but to anyone who was passing by the canals, walking over the bridges or living on the houseboats and tall ships that were moored in the harbour.
One night, as we floated in the harbour, the owner asked me to take a break and I was standing at the side of the boat, minding my own business, when this very attractive woman came and stood next to me and offered me a cracker with some crab salad spread on it. I was hungry so I accepted the food and thanked her for it. She introduced herself as Marianne and told me that she was a friend of the owner. I introduced myself and joked that I wasn't. She laughed and offered me another cracker and complimented me on my music, voice and performing. I thanked her again and said that I was glad that she liked what I was doing.
Once again she offered me another cracker and said, "Eat up. You need to be a big boy you know."
Now I don't really know what possessed me to say what I said next, but it was a defining moment that altered the course of that night.
I replied, with a smile, "I'm already a big boy," and winked.
She smiled and asked, "Oh really. How big?"
I guess she was just trying to see if I was all bravado and nothing else.
For some reason, I kept up the game and replied with a straight face, "Twenty centimetres at the last count."
(For non Europeans, that's a little over 7 and half inches.)
"Well," she said, "We'll just have to see how much of that is true, won't we?"
My heart started racing. This woman was coming on to me and calling my bluff.
"Your place or mine?" I asked.
"Yours is definitely closer," she replied, knowingly.
I lived above the bar.