4 comments/ 18454 views/ 3 favorites Amsterdam Ch. 02 By: milf26 He had barely said ten words to her for the rest of the trip. He hadn't heard her the first time she had asked him to forgive her for reaching under him when she was searching for her ear buds, and his eyes didn't leave the page when the flight attendant asked if he wanted a drink. She was impressed with the way he seemed drawn into the story. She had been joking with him when she offered the book, but she was a little glad to have a minute to take in the hotness that was this man. She still hadn't caught his name, but then, she hadn't exactly offered hers either. The voice in the back of her head kept telling her it might not be the best idea to give up so much information, but then the voice sounded conveniently like her mother's. It was the same voice that had convinced her not to go to college out of state, and that had made her give up her dreams of being an opera singer because it wasn't practical. When something seemed outlandish to Vivian Simmons, it was usually squelched by the words "That's impractical." She understood that it was concern that drove her mother, but that same concern had made her become a home inspector instead of the opera singer/ ice skater/writer she had always wanted to be. The irony that her mother was an entrepeneur, a small business owner of a fairly successful bridal shop in her home town never escaped Samantha. Vivianne had stepped out to do something risky in a time when it had been risky to do so, and when she was a single mother taking care of Sam and her sister Shannon. She had started the shop with very little money, but a ton of contacts and a keen eye for elegance. Vivianne had built her dream with hard work and focus, and she had added a wedding planning service to the retail store. She had met Lawrence, the man she later married when Sam had been a senior in college, at a chamber of commerce function. He owned the pizza shop in town and he was a really nice guy who adored her mother, and treated her and Shannon with respect. After a few hours of dozing, watching a movie on the little screen in front of her, and picking through the breakfast that the airline provided, She was ready to land and stretch her legs. And shower. It had been hours since she'd hopped on the plane and had begun her trip to Amsterdam though her mother had been horrified to learn that she was going all alone. "What do you mean you're going all alone?" Vivian's eyes had been wide with horror. "You don't know anyone there!" She had put a bony hand to her ample chest, and Sam felt the urge to roll her eyes at her mother, but she stopped. She knew that she could still get slapped. He mama always let her know she would never be old enough to disrespect her mother, and she wasn't brave enough to test her theory. Her mother might only be five foot five, but somehow she still seemed to loom over all Samantha did. Sometimes it felt like she had never grown up. And it some ways it really was like she hadn't. "I know, Mom, but I found this amazing deal and I didn't want to pass up the chance to go. You know I've been on a cruise, but I want to go out and see more of the world. I want to go to Europe," She had meant it to sound like she was forceful and confident, but instead, it came out just above a whisper. How was it that her mother still scared the pants off her? They were the same height, and Sam outweighed her mother by a good 30 pounds. Still, there was that healthy fear of her mother that had been present since she was old enough to know that while her mother was a loving and kind woman, she was also stern and no nonsense. Not exactly someone Sam could open up to about most things. The night before she took off to Amsterdam, her mother had looked at her and in all seriousness said "Don't fall in love while you are there." A giggle had burst from her lips and she smiled indulgently at her mother, as she tried to remember the last time she had gotten laid much less felt love. Her mother knew better than anyone how few dates Sam had had in... It took so long to think about it that her mother had called her name several times before she heard her. Her mother had a lot more faith in her dating situation than she did. "I'm serious. You are going to go over there and find some man," Vivianne Collins had sniffed and then taken a sip of her hot tea. "I'm going over there and I'm going to look at some art and eat and rest up." "I don't see why you can't do that here, there are perfectly good museums in the United States. You could go see your cousin, Zelda in D.C. The museums are all free there." The usual humph wasn't on the end of the sentence, but Sam could feel it hanging in the air. Most of her conversations with her mother ended with her mother saying "Humph!" and setting her mouth in a line of annoyance. Most of the time, Sam gave in to what ever it was that her mother was displeased with. She hated giving into her mother, but it was easier not to hear the nagging, or worse, the "I told you so," that followed when things didn't quite turn out the way she had intended. This time she had felt like she needed to get on that plane, and so she didn't mention the trip unless it was absolutely necessary to talk about it. That was difficult to do considering she saw her parents at least once a week with a standing date for dinner on Friday nights. That last Friday, her mother had looked at her for a long time before she bustled out of the room. She came back several minutes later with a small bag in her hand which she handed over to Sam in an almost shy way. When Sam slipped her hand in the bag, she smiled as she pulled out a guidebook for Amsterdam. She grinned at her mother and her mother gave her a smile and then approached her with her arms wide, and gathered her in her arms. It was Vivian's quiet way of saying that she was sorry. The words would probably never come out of her mouth, but she never let the opportunity to show her family how much she loved them, or to show how sorry she might be for something she had said or done. The words "I'm sorry" were just never uttered. Sam was a little surprised to find that the last two hours of the flight flew by, and when the wheels touched down, she found that she couldn't wait to stand up and stretch her legs a little. He still hadn't moved though. "Um," she said softly. "We're at Schiphol..." His head snapped up and he gave her a sheepish grin. "You were right, this is really engrossing. Time flew by!" "I told you so!" he smiled at her, but didn't make a move to give the book back. In fact, he went back to the page his finger was paused over and quickly scanned the page. He only had a few pages to read, and he looked a little desperate to finish the book. She touched him on the arm and he looked up again. "If you want to borrow the book, you can." "I don't know--" his grey eyes reflected his conflict. "It's alright. I finished it in Detroit. You can take it." She nodded her encouragement. All around them, people were reaching up to get their carry on luggage, but she felt no rush. She knew she would just have to wait at the customs counter, so she took the opportunity to stand up from her seat and she stretched showing a bit of her tummy. It was when a good portion of the plane had left, that she and the man had stepped out to get their belongings and then they walked together from customs to the train, and sat together for the ride into Amsterdam, "So where are you meeting your ride?" He asked. She hiked her shoulder bag up higher and shook her head. "I was told it wasn't a far walk to the hotel." "You're going to walk in a strange city at 6 in the morning all by yourself?" He felt his eyebrows raise in disbelief. "Not a good idea?" She asked. He shook his head no. "Then I'll grab a cab." She held out her hand and waited for him to take it, but he shook his head. "That's and even worse idea. The cab drivers will rob you blind. How about if I walk you to your hotel. It isn't really isn't far. No place in Amsterdam is. Come on." "You really don't have to do that," She said. "I'm sure you have someplace you want to be after a seven hour flight." "No place that can't wait. Which hotel is it?" "The Sofitel The Grand," The pretty woman had said. "That's a really nice hotel," he said. "Very posh." "Really? How do you know? Have you stayed there?" he crossed in front of her and began walking across the taxi stand. He could hear the quickening, rubbery squish of her sneakers on the pavement as she followed him. "I have. And I'm staying there now." "Is this a coincidence, or is it you trying to get into my pants?" She joked. "It is a total coincidence. But a happy one, I assure you." He looked over to his right and she was there, on her adorable little legs keeping pace with him, her eyes luminous in the light the street lights shone down. They had chatted steadily the few blocks it took to get to the hotel about how nice it would be to go to bed. They stepped through the front gate of the hotel and he heard her gasp. "It's beautiful!" She whispered. "It is." He had nodded. A pair of doormen came through the heavy wooden doors that had a revolving door just inside them. they reached for their baggage and wished them a good morning. They each said good morning and let themselves be led a short distance into the trendy lobby that was sleek and modern in shades of purple and black to the front desk. They were greeted by a pretty, efficient looking woman behind the counter. "Good morning," she said to them in accented English. "Good morning," they said together. He let her step forward and the woman gave her name. "Samantha Smith," her voice was a little husky and it made him wonder when that had happened. Then his interest was peaked. He finally knew her name. After almost 8 hours together, it was nice to finally know who she was. Or at least what her name was. He felt like he had a pretty good idea of the person she might be. He watched her place her little hands on the black marble counter and she pushed herself up a little on the balls of her feet. She was so cute. He admired her bottom in the designer jeans that hugged her like they were made just for her. Then snapped his eyes back up when he realized he was staring. "Ms. Smith," The desk attendant gave her a smile. "Welcome." Her fingers clicked upon the keyboard that was hidden under the counter. "Ah yes, you are with us for 6 nights...a single room... and... oh, we have no rooms open right now. It is very early in the morning, and no one has checked out yet. I am very sorry, Ms. Smith, perhaps you can walk around the city and come back in a few hours. We may have a room open by then." The brunette smiled apologetically, and Samantha nodded in understanding. "Sure. Is there anything around here that might be open?" Sam had asked. "Not too much," The woman said in that uniquely Dutch way of being blunt. "But there is much to see." Samantha giggled. "Is it alright if I leave my luggage then?" "Yes, Ms. Smith. Of course." Simon stepped forward and gave the woman a smile. She gave a flirty smile back and said good morning. "I just heard what you said." "Allow me to take your name and I will try to get you a room as soon as possible." They stepped into the early sunrise and she took a deep breath. "So you know, you don't have to hang out with me. I can't promise I'd be good company. I'm feeling slap happy. It has been hours since I have been to bed." Their shoes sounded on the pavement as they walked in the direction of the Red Light District. They chatted lightly of the things there were to do. He admitted that he hadn't seen much of the city when he had been before, work had kept him busy the first time but it was easy to get around and he remembered where the few things he liked were. Just the quick walks from the office to the hotel had been about all he had done. The next few times were setting up his office and trying to find a place to live. And he couldn't imagine that he would see very much more this time around. Between finding a place to live, and getting started in the office, Fischer was fairly certain that any exploring in the city would have to wait. He frowned when he thought about the fact that he still had to find a place to live. She touched his arm gently, and he started. "You were lost in thought there, huh?" "Yeah. I was thinking that I still have to find an apartment." He leaned over the thin pipe railing and peered into the murky water. "It's kind of a shame that you can't just live in the Sofitel, huh?" Sam bumped her shoulder to his in a friendly way. He felt like he had always known her, and he liked that. His eyes traced the random assortment of coils that stood up on her little head. He longed to touch her face, but he wasn't completely sure that she would go for that. He had a feeling she would be open to it, but he didn't want to mess things up. He wanted everything to be perfect for her. He had never believed in love at first sight, but he did after seeing her. Seeing her come down the aisle of the airplane, his breath had caught in his dry throat. He had silently prayed that she was going to sit next to him, his eyes following her as she watched the numbers above the seat when she walked by. Stepping in front of him, she had looked at him and had pointed her little finger into the seat beside him. "That's mine," She had said in a voice that was a little husky, her eyes sparkled with the excitement of the flight. Her overloaded black computer bag was hitched on her shoulder and she was slightly stooped over trying to balance it. Behind her, she pulled a lavendar carry on suitcase that groaned under the weight of the clothes and shoes he figured were in it. He stepped out of her way when she put her first bag on the seat, but when she started to lift the suitcase in the air, he took it smoothly from her hands and nestled it in the overhead compartment between the wall and the beat up, mostly red back pack he had brought with him. "Thanks!" That warm, familiar, sparkling grin is what had had him on edge of his seat for the first hour of the flight trying to figure out how to open up a conversation with her. Who knew it would be a romance novel that got him to his goal? They stood looking out over the canal, watching the glow of the sun as it rose in the sky. This was his first sunrise in Amsterdam, and he couldn't remember a more perfect person to share it with. This woman was under his skin already, and they had only known each other a few hours. "So, Sam, what do you say to getting some breakfast?" "I think that sounds as good as sleep right now." Her pillowy lips bent into a grin. "Have you ever had Poffertjes?" Amsterdam Ch. 02 The reality is that I wouldn't have gone back to your hotel room. Not then. If I were sitting in a bar, in a pub, with you, and that atmosphere, the reality is that nothing on this whole earth would stop me from fucking you, letting you fuck me, there and then. Nothing. I know me and I know that. I know exactly what would happen because I've thought about it a million times, and thinking of it now I can feel my breath quickening as I come back, sit down, take a swill of my drink so big it's now empty, and, trying to control that breathing, stare right on up at you. Not the club, but the thickness of the air, the dense lusty intense scent of that moment, encompasses us, sweeps us up, wraps us up, swathes and bathes us in a cloak of invisibility. The base theatrical scene on the stage, sure it's a backdrop, but, babe, you know what? I don't notice shit, don't care, when you lean on down and kiss me, on that stool, standing in front of me; nothing, nothing else exists. I close my eyes. There's a vague music wafting in the background. Some weird incongruous dance trance Euro pop with a female voice in there somewhere and a beat that somehow melds with the brittle moaning, occasional grunting that waves across from the actors across the room, and the gentler sighs from the more participating members of the elite audience. But this is all mere frosting. You lean your forehead against mine, yes, I can feel it moving, rolling slightly, all the time your eyes right-right in mine. Deep. Fallen. And falling. And your one hand goes back on down to where it's been, no fucking pretence, goes back to where it was, three damn fingers just in and out of me, your eyes in mine. Briefly flitting past those lips, you smooth your whole damn face against mine, sliding it around, across those cheeks. You kiss those lips, that neck, just rolling around, fucking away with that hand, not fast - deliberate. Whatever I'm wearing, I'm not, as you pull out those breasts, which you know, you do, and, your eyes closed, you suck and bite on them like nourishment. No hands except to steady whichever of them you are focused on at one point, while the other lies aching for you to just pay it some attention. Please. I want you to fuck me. That's it, that's all. At this point that's everything, you. Standing in front of me, you move closer in, and the cloth of your trousers brushes across the open lips of me. The hand from inside comes out as you pull me slightly closer to you, possessive, and though I don't see what's about to go into me, your other hand bumps firmly against my cunt as you unfasten yourself, and guide your cock, briefly mine, round the wetness of me. Fuck, you. This I whisper. Fuck, just fuck, I sigh, and I bite on my lower lip as, in the cloying, humid, stickiness of that club, to the sounds of others fucking, you, forehead once again on mine, looking right into those goddamn bright blue wide-open eyes, push right on into me and stop, just there, one hand on the back of my neck. Is that a moan or a sigh, I don't know, but I make it now, as I think of this, you, I do. Really, I do. Back against the bar, your back to the club, you, looking right at me, fuck me with a deliberation and firmness that has my eyes closed, half open, whatever. I feel numbed and more alive than in forever, and, my arms tight around you, I stroke the back of your neck, the nape, casual, like it's mine. And it is. The barstool angle so perfect, your cock hits that damn pearl, just so nice, you, and I feel a build up of honey starting from the base of my spine. Squeezed, it bursts on out, and that thick cock of yours, pleased by the coaxing of those muscles, hell, Babe, it smiles right on back, and cums in thrusts that keep those arms, so wrapped around you, tighter still. I tell you, because it's true, that I do, I love our cock, made ours, and before you slide it out, it thanks me and returns the compliment. And then, and only then, do I go back to your hotel room with you. Amsterdam Ch. 03 "I wonder if they have our rooms ready yet?" She tapped the joint on the side of the ashtray as she blew out the words in a hazy cloud. She was sexy, And goofy and fun. She wasn't like any other woman he had even been with. He was sure he was in love with her now. Watching her pretend to eat the Poffertjes daintily, but he knew she loved them by the way she licked her fingers greedily and the smile of pure joy that softened her expression as the sticky sweet butter glossed her lips. Fischer imagined that face was something akin to the one she made while being fucked and that made him smile. They had meandered to the hotel after breakfast, but there were still no rooms open. Sam had shyly suggested going to the coffeeshop that was two doors down from their hotel. He had wanted to bring it up, but he wasn't sure if she was a smoker or not. She had let him buy the weed while she bought him a coffee then she sat giggling as they each rolled a joint. It had been a while for both of them and the joints had been lumpy and imperfect, but as they shared his first and then hers they relaxed and talked and then sat quietly, each of them in their own world taking in the sounds all around them and the camaraderie they felt from being put together by fate and kept together by circumstance. "We could go back over and see." His eyes wandered over her face and he traced a lazy circle on her wrist that was on the bar. She gave a grin that matched the speed of his finger. They had been touching each other since halfway through the first smoke. a bump of the shoulder here, a touch of the hand there. They hadn't kissed yet, but he knew it wouldn't be long. "How about a few more minutes so I can finish this?" He picked up the roach she had left in the ashtray and took a long inhale. "I'm not moving very fast, so that sounds like an excellent idea." "Next time, we should give the Volcano a try," Simon tapped the silver piece of machinery in front of them, and she nodded. "We should. I love mine." "You have one?" He was impressed. He didn't know a whole lot of women who smoked, and he certainly didn't know any who were so into it that they owned paraphernalia. Most were content to pretend they didn't even know how to light a pipe, much less how to smoke. Samantha, who's last name he didn't currently know, was a pretty remarkable woman. "I do. It doesn't get as good a workout as it could, but it is lots of fun at parties." She winked at him and then slid off the stool. "Be right back, I have to hit the head." His eyes followed her to the bathroom and he couldn't help but admire the swing of her hips, or the way her jeans hung low on those hips. He also couldn't help but notice that there were plenty of other eyes on her as well. And he couldn't blame the other guys. She was really sexy, but not conventionally so. He pondered his next move for the next few minutes until she got back, and then she told him she was ready to go. Stalking out into the chilly November air, he took his hand in hers and they walked the few hundred feet to their hotel, stepped into the lobby and found that their rooms still weren't ready. "I think I'm going to sit in the lobby, Simon. I'm far too tired to go anywhere else." she sighed. He agreed to sit with her, and they dozed in the modern looking, comfy chairs until the woman at the desk bustled over to him with his key thirty minutes later. "Mr. Fisher, I have your room all ready," She handed him the key, telling him that she would have his luggage sent up to his room as soon as possible. "What about Samantha?" "Don't worry about me, I'll just wait here until it open up," Sam mumbled with a huge yawn. He didn't want her to have to wait, and frankly, he didn't want to leave her. "Why don't you come up with me? You can sleep on the bed and I will sleep on the floor." Simon and the woman with the name tag that said Mira watched as a few emotions flew across Sam's face. "Thank you, Simon, I appreciate that." She said finally. "Can you keep my bags behind the counter for a few hours while I sleep?" She asked Mira. "Yes of course." Mira gave a nod and repeated the number 245, then walked back to her station. Sam followed closely behind him to the elevator and thanked him a few times on their way to the door. When he opened the door to his room, they stepped inside and she purred. "I can;t wait until I get into the bed. I haven't been this tired in a long time." "Me too." The two quietly explored the room that was small but luxurious. and met at the little vestibule of the room. "This is really nice." She said in approval. "And it's really nice of you to let me stay here." "It was partly to be nice," Simon said honestly. "But it was partly selfish. I hope it isn't too forward to say this, but I have really enjoyed being with you, and I'd like to see you again while you're here." Her heart galloped in her chest. She had had a feeling that he was interested in her, and that was confirmed for her when he took her hand outside of the coffee shop. Tingles had fired through her body, seeming to make every hair stand on end. She really, really liked him. She had from the first time he had smiled at her as she walked down the aisle of the plane. He was impossibly good looking. A straight strong nose, a straight strong jaw, and a mouth that was just this side of feminine. Sensuous was the word that sprang to her mind when she thought of them, and she had often during the flight. Certainly more than she had any right to. When he had kept following her, she dared to hope that there was something there. And at breakfast, and during all their time together, she had never once felt unsafe though she was sure her mother would have had a conniption if she had known that she was hanging out with a man who was a virtual stranger. But he wasn't. He was proof of something she had always thought was bullshit. She had fallen in love back on the plane when he had asked her what she did, but he hadn't asked her name. When he had looked at her and she saw longing and her future in his eyes. "Well, of course, you would have seen me again. I put my number in the book when you went to the restroom at breakfast." They laughed, and then turned when there was a knock on the door. "I'll get it." he offered, and she gave a grateful smile. She dropped onto the fluffy, white clad bed and closed her eyes with joy. This bed was the answer to her prayers. Pillowy down comforter in white, snowy down pillows and smooth cool cotton. She slipped off her shoes and sat at the edge of the bed with her eyes closed while he accepted the bags and tipped the bell hop. He came into the room, turning off the television and the lights. He opened the closet and reached in to get the extra blankets and pillows out and he heard her call his name. "No need to sleep on the floor, Simon. You can sleep in the bed with me." He ambled over and sat on the other side of the bed. "Thank you," Simon sighed. They quickly stripped out of the clothes they had traveled in, and pulled back the covers and snuggled down into the bed his body folded over hers. "If it's alright with you, I'd like to just sleep," She yawned again. and he nodded. "We can fool around when we wake up." He teased. The sound of her laughter was the last thing he heard as he drifted off into a deep, sound sleep. Amsterdam Ch. 04 "This one?" He asked her hopefully. They had been inseparable for the past few days. That first night, had been a wash. They had both slept through the afternoon and until the morning. They had awakened with her wrapped around him, her little leg thrown over his hip. He slid out of bed to pee, and when he came back in she had thrown the blanket over her head and she was curled in a tight ball. He lifted the corner of the covers and slid back in, pulling her to him. She sighed and snuggled her back to him and they got comfortable. "What do you have planned for today?" Simon gave her a little kiss on the shoulder and Sam wiggled her bottom against him. He tried to ignore the rush of desire that seemed to concentrate in his dick, but it was hard to do when she was right there, in only her bra and underwear. He raised his hand to her waist, and let his hand pet her from her ribcage to the waist of her panties. Sam had the smoothest skin he had ever felt on a woman, and the dip of her waist was beautiful. He kissed her shoulder blade, and she sighed. "I was going to spend the day prowling the city, and eating." she turned in his arms and wrapped an arm around his neck. "How about you?" "Me? I have a meeting with a realtor set up for 5 this afternoon so that I can go out looking for apartments. But until then, nothing. Do you want to spend the day with me? You can drag me along anywhere you want to go." "Anywhere?" She slid against his body making sure that she touched as many points of her body to his as possible and he groaned in response. She was pressed against him, tempting him, letting him know that she didn't mind his touch. "Anywhere..." His brain shorted when she buried her face in his neck and began to slowly suck at the sensitive skin there. Her hand lightly brushed the length of his body until it found the opening at the front of his boxer briefs, then she slipped her hand in and wrapped it around his cock. "Hum, that sounds like a very promising day," Sam muttered just before her lips met his. The fingers of her other hand slid down his body at an excruciating pace, over the ridges of his abs and to his hip tempting and teasing him; her other hand worked his already hard dick in a rhythm that he could only describe as heavenly. Sam's mind flitted to the thought that she had never been with a guy who had abs. Then the thought that he was lots cuter than most of the guys she had dated, floated in her mind. He was a few inches over six feet, and he looked like he worked out, but he was a little on the skinny side, with loose limbs, and big hands. She had sneaked a peek at his feet when he had slipped his shoes off yesterday afternoon, and she liked that they were cute feet and it looked like he took care of them. There was nothing worse than a dude with ugly toes! Simon Fischer didn't really look like he would be in banking. No, the only thing that showed he might be a banker was the way he wore his hair. It was thick and black and cut rather conservatively, but it was stylish. He looked like he would climb mountains for a living, she thought as he flipped her onto her back, and slipped her breast from the cup of her lacy bra he planted his mouth over one of her nipples and she gasped from the sharp tingle that raced to her core. She loved having her breasts touched and he seemed to know exactly what she liked. "Of course, we could also spend a little time getting to know each other, maybe ordering room service, and then tonight, we could go look at houses." "Umm..." Words failed Sam for a second, as his lips brushed over her erect nipple. "That sounds kind of nice. But are you sure you can afford me? I'm really good at what I do. Oh! And you're pretty good at what you're doing right now! Oh!" His teeth had scraped across her nipple, then he tugged with his lips and mouth. "I'm actually great at what I'm doing right now," Simon grinned and gave her other breast a gentle squeeze. "You'll get no complaints from me," Sam agreed. Simon let go of her nipple and pulled the covers over his head, and moved to her panty clad center. A moan escaped her lips when his hands slid the white and black polka dotted boy shorts down her legs, and a little scream surfaced when he attached his lips to her clitoris. His hands reached up to twist and pull at her sensitive nipples, and Sam's body hummed with desire. She was no virgin, and she enjoyed sex as much as the next girl, but this man was doing things that she had never felt before. She would definitely buy him breakfast when they got out of bed. Well, maybe lunch. Simon moved back up to her face, kissing and licking her skin every few inches, stoking the fire he had taken the time to start with his mouth on her pussy. He wondered if it was too soon to plunge inside of her; part of him wanted to keep her undulating under him indefinitely, but the other half of him wanted to take her now and satisfy himself. There would be other times, he was sure of it, but there would only be one first time and he wanted to make sure he hooked her. He decided to wait. His eyes held her dark brown gaze for a moment before he ducked his head to kiss her his heart melting at the touch of her lips. His mind whispered that she was the one he had been looking for since he had discovered girls. He didn't know how he knew, but he wasn't going to fight a gut feeling. Gut feelings had gotten him far in life. The gut feeling that he should move to Amsterdam had gotten him to where he was right now: on the verge of making love to the girl of his dreams. "You're really beautiful, Sam," Simon settled his body to the side of hers and slowed things so that he could get a hold of himself. He traced her profile, watching her eyes flutter closed. His finger moved over the contours of her nose, mouth and chin, then down into the valley of her neck and over the warm, velvety skin between her breasts. She had lovely breasts. They were full and perky and more than a handful tipped with dark dark nipples that stood at attention just for him. He kissed the one closest to him and she giggled. "Thanks, but really--" "You should learn to take a compliment," He shushed her. "Just say thank you." "Thank you, Simon." She whispered, she did feel beautiful. The way he stared at her should have made her uncomfortable, but it didn't. Instead, she felt like a goddess under his gaze. It was going to be hard to leave him she thought to herself. He made everything feel so right. But the thought was abandoned by the finger that had trailed across the plain of her tummy and through the forest of black curls between her thighs, and onto that magic little button that he seemed to understand how to work. Her hips bucked and she let out a little mewl of frustration. "I know that you probably want to make this last, Simon, but I'm feeling a little greedy." Sam gulped. His hands were magic. Simon's mouth split in a mischievous grin and he slowed the torturous circles on the little nub that brought Sam so much pleasure. "That wasn't what I was talking about, I actually wanted you to speed up." She moved her hands to put them under the covers, but he grabbed them and stopped her. "Just give me a few minutes. I want to do something special for you." His eyes smoldered, and she yielded to the fingers that had started their slow movement once again. She turned her head, and kissed him. It wasn't long before she felt the shudders of her first orgasm flood over her, and she cried out his name over and over gasps punctuating every word. When she was finally still, she opened her eyes and found him smiling at her. "Aren't you glad I didn't stop?" Simon teased. he rolled over and stepped out of bed, and around the corner to his bags. She heard the whirr of a zipper and then his hand rummaging around the pocket for a condom she was sure. He came back with a length of condom wrappers, which made her laugh. "How many times do you figure on doing this? Or should I ask how many women?" Sam quirked an eyebrow and Simon barked out a laugh, and jumped into the bed. "I was a Boy Scout, and I like to be prepared," was his answer as he tore the wrapper open, and deftly rolled the thin rubber over his penis. Sam sat up gave his shoulder a gentle push urging him onto his back. She threw a leg over him and held her body over him. "I hope you're prepared for this," Sam lowered her body to his and used her hand to guide him into her body. When she was fully seated on him, she began to rock her hips slowly at first, building the rhythm steadily faster, grinding her body onto his, starting a rhythm that soon had them both panting and close to the edge. Simon's hands gripped Sam's hips, changing her direction, plunging her down on his cock. He worked his hips quickly, driving himself into over and over until she shouted out her release when her body went rigid with her orgasm. When her core muscles massaged him, he felt his seed rush through his body and into the condom. He had never felt a rush quite like that before! They stayed put for a few minutes, taking the time to recover from the best sex either one of them could remember having, staring at one another in wonder. When Sam moved to his side, and lay down, still panting a little, Simon gathered her into his arms and kissed her forehead. She snuggled into him, and her body relaxed in sleepiness. "I should warn you that I like to fall asleep after sex," her voice was drowsy. "Me too," he stayed quiet until he heard her breathing even out, and then he stayed awake, watching her. Committing every one of her features to memory. *** "So what about this one?" He asked. they had looked at a few houses yesterday which he chalked up to experience, but not success. They had tried looking on the east side of the city, and then there had been the little apartments at the south of the city, but neither one of those parts of the city were a place he could see himself living in. The fourth day they had ended up in and around the Jordaan District on a very long day that had started out with breakfast, and shopping and then a mid morning snack to have more poffertjes and coffee, then they met Paul, the realtor at the place they were currently standing in. It was a three bedroom flat that featured soaring ceilings and a crystal chandelier in the center of the entry hall through the second floor that was built like a balcony, The place was really cool, and much too big for just him, but he liked it from the minute he had stepped through the doors. And he hoped she did too. Sam had taken her time turning on the faucets in the newly renovated kitchen that was a tasteful green grey color with black counter tops. She imagined the dinners he would cook in that kitchen and the parties he could have. The house was open in the center a giant chandelier hanging from the third story which had two skylights to let light in. The apartment had beautifully modern decor that was all sleek lines and tasteful colors. She took in the layout, which was a bit eclectic. It was built almost like a hotel but managed to feel homey. Going from room to room, she had thought that the bedrooms had been nice and large, and she loved that the loft on the top floor had a little stairway that led to a rooftop patio. The View from the patio was a spectacular panorama. She had turned on every light switch, and checked the appliances in the kitchen; she had checked to make sure the windows were in good working order, and had even checked the foundation. When she had run the heat full blast, he wondered what she thought, but he couldn't even begin to tell because she kept a perfect mask of impartiality. "So?" Both he and Paul stared at her, waiting for her to come to a conclusion, and he wasn't disappointed when the corners of her mouth lifted in a grin. "This is a great house, Simon. If you don't take it, I might have to move to The Netherlands and take it from you." "Madame is pleased then?" Paul was a well dressed man of few words. It was as if it pained him to say more than necessary. "Madame is very pleased," Sam nodded and Paul fixed his eyes on Simon. "The home is fully furnished, and available immediately. As soon as the papers are signed you can move in." "Great!" Simon took one last look around and looked out the front windows that overlooked Prinsengracht. He couldn't believe this was happening. He was making the move overseas, and the woman he had fallen totally and helplessly in love with was leaving in a few days to go back to the States. The irony was not lost on him. "We should celebrate," Samantha said as she followed Paul through the front door with Simon right behind her. Paul locked the door when they were all out, and then turned to them. "You can follow me to my office, then we will sign the papers," He was walking down the path before they could even agree. Sam gave Simon a shrug and they lopped off after the short man who was as lean as his words were. Sam and Simon chatted about what would need to be put into the new house. She pointed out how close the pharmacy and the green grocer was to the apartment, and he was impressed. That was something Simon would never have thought about, until he had moved in and then had gotten hungry. And when she asked him what he wanted to do that night to celebrate the new place in a new city, he grinned and then brought up something he hadn't mentioned before. "Well, the people at my work are having a little get together this evening. Care to go?" "Really?" Sam thought that it might be fun to meet some other people. "What would the evening entail?" She tapped her index finger on her chin and waited for him to reply. "Drinks. Hanging out. You know, nothing too fancy." They stopped at the door to the realty office. Paul let them inside and then led them down a hallway with carpeting so thick their footsteps were muted all the way to his office. "Drinks and hanging out sound perfectly fine," Sam half whispered. "Pick you up at eight?" Simon whispered in her ear before he gave it a kiss. "I think I can be ready by then," Sam teased. He gave her a smile that was naughtier than he had any right giving. It was the kind of smile that hinted back to earlier in that morning when they had made love first thing after waking up. She wished more than anything she could rip off his clothes right there. She mused about Paul's reaction if she were to fuck Simon in that beautifully decorated office on his perfectly tidy desk and decided that he would probably frown upon the overt display. A smile played around her lips, and Simon winked as if he knew what she was thinking. God, she hoped not. Because she was sure he would act on it if he did. "Good. I can't wait to see what you wear." He sat on one side of the desk in the room, while Paul took his seat on the other. "If you don't need me here, I think I will do a little shopping. You know, go find something to wear for tonight." She started to turn and Simon caught her hand. "Meet me back at the hotel?" He asked. She bent and gave him a quick little kiss on the lips, then straightened up and headed for the door. "I'll see you later." She was pulling the heavy door behind her when Simon's voice reached her. "Love you," Simon said absently. He was focused on the papers Paul had placed in from of him and she was pretty sure he had no idea what he had just said to her. Stunned, she walked out the building and out onto the street before she said "I love you too, Simon." From the way her heart flopped, she knew that she had never said anything so sincere in her life. She had also never felt so heartbroken. Amsterdam Ch. 05 He found her on the porch, chatting with the men from creative, smoking a cigar. There she was with a tuxedo jacket wrapped around her shoulders, laughing along with the men as she delivered the punch line of an off color joke. The collective roar of laughter made him lean against the jamb of the french door so that he could study her more closely. The men were so entranced by her humor and personality, no one saw him there watching as the queen held court. She looked beautiful tonight in a black dress that walked the line between casual and dressy. It was perfectly fit to the curves of her body; tasteful in it's cut, but a little sexy. The exact dress had inspired naughty thoughts in him and most of the men in the room tonight. When she'd met him in the lobby, his heart had begun to race. He didn't know how she had done it, but in the four days he had known her, he hadn't wanted to be away from her. He had even made up the lame excuse about wanting to borrow her book so that he could finish it. He had been mildly interested in finding out the ending of the book, but he had wanted to talk to her more, and the thought of her getting off that plane and him not being able to find her again scared him more than a little. He had been happy when she clamored up the tiny aisle of the plane and stopped right in front of him. "I'm right here," she pointed to the seat next to him and he had to remember to play it cool when he stepped out of her way. When he reached up to take the luggage out of her hand she protested a little, but let him put the small royal purple suitcase in the over head compartment. When she brushed past him, the faint but spicy smell of her peaked his interest. She didn't wear a floral or fruity scent like most women he knew did. This was better. Kind of a peppery smell that he got lost in. He was so lost, in fact, that he forgot he was standing in the aisle until a little old Dutch woman cleared her throat. Blushing, he sat down, and was hyper-aware of the cute cinnamon colored woman next to him. He had felt a spark of attraction when her hand brushed his when she reached for the seatbelt, he heard every clearing of her throat, and blessed her when she sneezed daintily. Her dark brown almond shaped eyes gave her a look that he could only describe as exotic. When they had gotten off the plane, he had followed her to Customs and then they sought out the right train together. It had been nice to have her to talk to in the dark of the early morning. It was foggy and a bit chilly when they had finally stepped out of the train station an into the streets, and he had been amused when she said that Amsterdam felt like vampires should live there. He had often thought the same thing when he had come with work, but had never had anyone to voice it to. It had been a coincidence when he found out they were at the hotel, but he would have walked to the ends of the earth with her. She had been there when he had found the place to live, she had been there when they had been to the Rijkesmuseum and she had been there when they went to Bijenkorpf and had laughed together about the giant Swart Pieters that climbed the ropes. He couldn't imagine a life without her, and the thought of letting her go back was causing heart palpations. The only thing she hadn't been there for was when he had bought her ring. A giant cushion cut diamond that he had hoped she would like. He had never asked what she might want, but he was hoping that the ring would be enough to get her to stay. Simon hadn't meant to tell her he loved her in so off hand a way, but he had meant it when the words escaped his mouth. Paul had looked at him with a kind of knowing, he let a rare grin pass his lips, and Simon smiled back. "Will she be here with you?" Paul Westerink was a lot of things, but first and foremost he was a romantic. "She's supposed to leave soon." Simon frowned and he felt his face fall. "Might I suggest that you do something drastic? Something that might make her realize the depth of feeling for her?" "Like a ring?" Simon felt stupid, but it wasn't everyday that you fell in love with someone at first sight. "Like a ring." Paul confirmed. It only took a minute for the thought to lodge it's self in Simon's mind, and he liked it. He wondered what kind of ring she might want, and he wondered how he was going to propose to her. Then he thought of how absurd it might seem to her. They had only known one another for four days, and it might scare her. He planted his face in his palm, and then rubbed his hand up and through his hair in frustration. "If I may," Paul reached into one of the drawers on his side of the desk, and pulled out a business card. He handed it to Simon, who accepted it with a puzzled look on his face. "This is a friend, Willem. He is a jeweler who will be more than happy to help you. Might I suggest a nice cushion cut solitaire?" Paul was a bit more verbose than usual, and Simon was grateful for it. He had only ever asked asked a woman to marry him once before and it have ended in disaster just days before they were to say their I Do's. Simon had spent the majority of the rest of the vacation that was supposed to be a destination wedding and honeymoon holed up in his room drinking until he passed out. Just the thought of asking Sam was daunting, but he was nervous not because he wasn't sure of how he felt, but because he wasn't sure she would say yes. His liver and his heart couldn't take that kind of rejection again. "A cushion cut? I don't even know what that means," Simon rubbed at his temples. Paul's kind blue eyes twinkled. "When we finish this paper work for the apartment, you can go there. I will phone Willem and inform him that you are on your way. You will be in good hands, Mr. Fischer. I can promise you that." *** "Do you have to leave?" Cooper, one of the men was staring up at Samantha with more than a little lust in his gaze. Simon watched as she grabbed his chin giving it a playful squeeze. It amused him that he felt a pang of jealousy. He didn't want her touching anyone but him. "I do, but never fear, I'll be back. Amsterdam is my new favorite city," Sam finished her sentence with an air kiss in Cooper's direction and passing the cigar to the man he was pretty sure was named Matthew, then she stood, stretched, and slid the jacket from her body all in one fluid motion. There was a soft collective sigh from the men as her curvy body came into view. Simon marveled at this woman in front of him. She was sexy and confident, flirty and she was his date. He moved toward her, his fingertips itching to touch the hair she had straightened in the time between her leaving Paul's office to go shopping and him meeting her in the lobby. It looked shiny and soft and it played around her shoulders. He would never have guessed it was so long based on her the afro she had worn most of the time he had known her. He wondered how else she could surprise him. Sam's head swung in his direction, and he got a fluttery feeling in his belly. "Excuse me gentlemen, I see that my date is here, and I should give him a little attention. I don't want him to get jealous." She gave them all a wink and they laughed again. He wrapped his arm around her waist when she reached him and he pulled her against him. She gave him a smile that slid across her face like honey on a plate. Her body was relaxed from the 3 whiskey sours she had drunk and she snuggled into his chest. He kissed her forehead. "Hey there," He said softly. Simon tickled his fingers along Sam's neck which made her purr. "Hey! I was wondering where you were. You disappeared for quite a while. But I made a new friend, who introduced me to a few more friends who introduced me to Cuban cigars." Her fingers played on his stomach, and he closed his eyes trying to keep his cock from rising. They couldn't leave just yet because he had to wait until his boss got there, but he planned on making love to her tonight. They made love every change they got. When they woke up, when they went to bed, in the shower, and there had been a heavy makeout session in a deserted back stairwell of the hotel that had ended with her hand in his hair and his mouth on her pussy. He turned his thoughts away from the image he had in his mind of her naked and rolling her hips and wondered when Hans would get there. He didn't want to miss a moment with her. "How about a drink?" "I probably shouldn't, but I will." He tugged her along back inside the club and they found their way to the bar. The small space, was jam packed with people jostling one another to the pop music that was pumping from the speakers. They waited just a few minutes before the bartender was able to give them their drinks, and as they took their fist sip, a look of irritation crossed Simon's face. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. "Damn," He breathed when he saw who was on the caller ID. "I'm sorry, Love, but I have to take this. Can you give me just a few minutes?" Before she could answer, he was holding a finger to the ear that wasn't covered by the phone, and high tailing it out the door and into the street. Samantha leaned her back against the cool wood of the bar, and watched the people gyrating to some Euro-Pop song. she was swaying to the music, and sipping her drink when she felt someone brush her arm. It was one of the guys who had been in the group. She tried to remember his name, and she came up blank. No more Whiskey sours for her! "Hi!" She said brightly. He was a transplant from California who was working in the Promotions part of the the bank that Simon worked for. It sounded a lot more interesting to her than Simon's job, but this man was no where near as interesting as Simon. He was cute though. With blond hair, blue eyes, and a dimpled chin, he was the epitome of All American Good Looks. "Hey," he said in what she supposed was his seductive voice. She covered her urge to laugh by giving him a smile while sipping from her almost empty drink. He must have found that sexy because he moved his body so that he could whisper in her ear. He bent close, his body pressed to hers in a way that she supposed any other girl would think was erotic. Strangely, she didn't feel the kind of thrill she normally would have felt when a man was flirting with her. "How much longer will you be here?" He cooed. "Just a couple of days," her words were a little slurry, and she was feeling brave. The liquid courage flowing through he veins made it easier to talk to the man. Normally, she would have shied away from him; she'd have figured he wouldn't be interested in her. But tonight she was feeling fearless. She had felt fearless for her entire trip. She had done things she was positive her mother would frown upon, and she felt good because of it. Sharing a room with a complete stranger? Sex with a man she had barely known? Those were things she would never do, and she normally would listen to that Vivianne voice that kept her from doing naughty things. Things that felt amazing and better than she could have imagined. She had kept the Vivianne voice's volume turned down as low as possible, and gave herself the liberty of doing exactly what she wouldn't normal do. She felt like she could be herself here. There were no expectations, or rules. And there was no history. Her spirit began to sag at the thought that she would have to go back to the United States and back to her boring life, and back to the expectations that weighed her down, but then she snapped out of it. She still had two days and she was going to enjoy them to their fullest. "I don't want to talk about it, though. I want to pretend that the day is never going to come. What I do want is have another drink." She shook her glass that was empty of liquor, but full of ice. "Allow me. It isn't everyday that I get to buy drinks for a fellow American. Especially one as cute as you." She laughed and told him that she wanted a whiskey sour. There was no harm in flirting with this guy. She was feeling very much unlike herself. And that felt pretty good. *** Sam was out on the dance floor wondering what had called Simon away again. His phone was ringing off the hook and she could tell that he was getting irritated. This last time, he had just pulled her out of the booth and onto the dance floor when his phone rang. She gave a nod of understanding and irritation and he scampered off. Cooper was right there to keep her from being lonely. He hadn't been far from her side all night as a matter of fact and he was getting on her last nerve. Sam had stopped drinking, and she was very pleasantly buzzed, but not buzzed enough to enjoy Cooper's intrusion of her personal space. When he grabbed her and pulled her close, she made sure she turned her head to the side as his lips tried to capture hers. When he grabbed her ass and ground his dick into her stomach, she gave him a shove that he would have read as being rude if he hadn't been so tanked. He reeled a little, but didn't fall down. "I'm going to the restroom to powder my nose," muttered as she walked away from him, not caring whether he heard her or not. She hurried away and rushed to the door with the universal sign for women posted on a small sign. She was in the small, but beautiful restroom that had a little vestibule and then another room for the toilet. The water closet was closed and locked, so Sam spent some time looking at her self in the mirror waiting patiently. Not knowing how long the other woman would be in there, she washed her hands with the foamy soap, and then dried them thoroughly. She noticed the way her eye makeup was starting to smudge and she ran a finger under each eye before deciding that it was a lost cause. At this moment, it didn't look too bad, she was sporting a smoky eye right now, but she had a feeling that she would look like a raccoon by the end of the night, and that made her giggle. It took a few minutes, but the door finally opened, and a pretty girl that had been part of the work group stepped out giving a shy smile as Sam ducked in. She heard the door open after the woman finished washing her hand, and then she heard the door open again and there were voices in the little anteroom. Sam tried not to listen too hard as one of the women who sounded far drunker than Sam herself was talking excitedly, but she did hear a bit of conversation. "I heard him say that he was getting married soon when he was on the phone! Isn't that great?" "Well, not so great since he just got here and he is fine as hell," another voice piped up. "What a loss. At least we can still drool over him." Sam walked out of the toilet and went to sink, a blonde woman slid past her into the toilet while a stunning brunette primped, leaving just enough room for Sam to wash her hands. "Hey, you're that girl who came with Simon Fischer," The woman gave her a grimace of a smile. "Yeah." Sam wiped her hands on a towel and took one more look at her face and found that she looked alright. "Cute dress." The lady said, and miracle of miracles, she was being sincere. "Thanks." Sam brought a hand to her head and smoothed her hair down hoping it wouldn't frizz too much. So far the roots were holding up, but she wanted to look good for the moments that she caught with Simon, and with the hot steamy bar and dance floor, she didn't know how much longer it would last. "Hey, tomorrow night a bunch of us are going to Vondelpark we're going to watch the boys play rugby, and then go to the pub. You and Simon should come along. It'll be fun." "I'll see if Simon can. Thanks--?" she waited for the woman to give her name. "Nora," the woman said with a smile. "Samantha." "Maybe we'll see you tomorrow," Nora put on her lip gloss, mushed her lips together, then wiped the invisible access away. "Yeah, thanks." Sam stepped out of the restroom and was headed back to the bar when Simon swooped in and took her hand. "C'mon. Let's get out of here," He smiled down at her, and she lit up from head to toe. "Are you sure?" Her eyebrows lifted in surprise. "I have done everything and seen everyone I have to, and now I want to spend some time with you. Alone." He gave her a lingering kiss, and she couldn't do anything but agree. She would walk to the ends of the earth for this man. She was sure of that. "Let me get my coat," she said breathlessly. "It will only take a minute." "I'll go with you." He kissed her once again then wrapped his arm around her waist and they headed off to the coat check. "I don't want to be away from you any more."