Chapter 4: Amsterdam



Our hotel room in Amsterdam had to be the coolest one so far. It wasn’t a very big room but we didn’t need that much space. What was so interesting about it was that there was a shower pod right there in the middle of the room. The entire space was as wide as the king size bed and the window was floor to ceiling. A flat screen television was mounted on the wall and there was some sort of lighting installation so that we could choose the light color based on our mood. It was odd, but then again, it was Amsterdam.


At least that’s what I told myself.


“I wonder what happens if we put the lights on red,” I joked.


“If you’re feelin’ adventurous, why don’t you do it so we can find out?” Eric asked with a little twinkle in his eye.


“Uh, I think I’m being adventurous enough just bein’ here,” I laughed nervously. Truthfully, I wasn’t really curious about being with another girl. The thought didn’t do a damn thing for me.


Eric pulled me against his chest so he could look down into my eyes. “You’re bein’ a very brave and adventurous girl,” he told me as he stroked my hair back. “I honestly don’t think anything would happen if you turned the light to red, but we don’t have to find out.”


“Honestly, I know this probably sounds boring but all the traveling is catching up to me. All I really want to do tonight is be a slug and catch up on some sleep,” I told him. We had been moving nonstop for the last few days and it was exhausting. I wanted to see as much as I could but since I had a sexy Swirish man with me, I wasn’t getting as much sleep as I thought I would.


“Then that’s what we’ll do. I can go out to get us some food and then we can snuggle up on the bed to sleep until mornin’.”


“I like the sound of that.” I also could have used a long, hot shower all by myself. Not that showering with Eric wasn’t fun, but just standing under the water for a little bit without it turning into something dirty would be nice.


“Go, get ready for bed and I’ll go get us dinner.”


“I’m going to take a shower. I’ll let you know how this Star Trek thing turns out. Hopefully Scotty doesn’t beam me up,” I snickered. That was pretty much what the thing looked like.


“Good luck in there,” Eric laughed. “I’m not sure I’m going to fit when the time comes for me to use it.”


“Then it’s a good thing I’m fun size instead of king size,” I teased.


“Yes it is,” he smiled. “Got anything in mind for food, or are you leaving it up to me?”


“No sushi. I don’t like raw fish,” I told him. I had seen it in the little restaurant on the first floor of the hotel. Just the thought of it made my stomach turn.


“Neither do I,” he said. “I’ll be back.” Eric gave me a quick kiss before he turned to leave the room.


It took me a minute to figure out how to close the curtains so I would be flashing my ass to all of Amsterdam while I showered. It took another to figure out how to get the shower actually started and then there was the temperature thingy to figure out. The thermometer in there was digital so it was a matter of setting it to the right degree. It was much fancier than back home.


There wouldn’t be any shower sharing, however. The pods definitely weren’t big enough for both of us at the same time. I found it odd that the toilet was in another pod. Even stranger, the pods were clear Plexiglas, so there wasn’t much privacy. It was true that Eric and I had seen everything there was to see of each other’s bodies but I wasn’t convinced we were at the stage where I needed to see him take a shit. That just wasn’t on my bucket list.


We weren’t that close.


When I was done in the shower I wrapped a towel around myself and another around my hair. I went to my carry-on to get my power cord for my phone and realized it was missing from my bag.


“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I muttered as I rifled through the bag. I couldn’t have left it on the flight, which meant it was probably at our hotel in Aberdeen.


In other words, it was lost.


For good.




Eric and I had similar phones – his was a model newer than mine – so I went to his suitcase to see if he had a charger in there. I wasn’t sure where he’d packed it, but when I went to open his luggage I realized it was locked. There was some kind of fancy combination lock on it in addition to the usual zip ties. Well that wasn’t helpful.


I sighed and plopped down on the end of the bed to wait for him to get back. My phone was down to one bar and I needed to call Gran at some point that night. I hadn’t called her since Glasgow and I had promised her that I would call her every time I changed countries. I also hadn’t told her about Eric yet. I really needed to get that out of the way.


Five minutes passed.


Then ten.


Then twenty.


Where the hell was he?


I got up to get fresh pajamas out of my bag. We had found a laundromat in Aberdeen so I had clean clothes again. Instead of paying ridiculous fees for baggage extras, I had decided I was better off taking a few basics and things that were easy to mix and match. I pulled out a nightshirt that was one of my brother’s old football shirts and way too big for me. I was combing my hair out when Eric finally came back to our room.


“What took so long?” I asked him.


“I didn’t like the way anything looked at the restaurant downstairs so I walked down the street some until I found something that looked better,” he said as he set the food down so he could take off his hoodie.


“Oh. I was starting to worry,” I said. I really was a little concerned it was taking so long. “I think I left my phone charger in Aberdeen. I tried to look in your suitcase–”


“I’ll get it,” he said quickly. “We can get you a new one tomorrow.” Eric gave me a look I couldn’t quite figure out before he went to open his suitcase to get me the charger. I noticed he immediately locked it again once he had what he needed.


“Thanks.” I didn’t comment on the locking of his suitcase. He was entitled to keep it locked. Was it a little… paranoid? Maybe, but we didn’t really know each other. I wouldn’t steal anything of his and I trusted him not to go pawing through my stuff, but we were living out of hotel rooms. I supposed it made sense to be security conscious. “So, what’d you get us for dinner?” I asked as I plugged in the charger and connected my phone to it.


“Is it bad that I got us a bunch of fried things?” he asked with a sheepish smile. “I got some kroket, patat, which are basically fries… a few other things.” He started pulling containers out of a bag.


“It might be but we definitely get enough exercise to burn those calories off,” I replied.


“That’s what I was thinking,” he chuckled. “You’re lookin’ a little thin. I like my girl with a little meat on her bones.”


“I’ve been getting more exercise than I do during school,” I confirmed. We had been doing a lot of walking, which meant whatever calories I was consuming were more than likely disappearing somewhere between the walking and all the sex. The food, while foreign to me, smelled delicious. Delicious was a language my stomach always understood and the sound it made when it caught onto the scents in the room… I was pretty sure there were dinosaurs quieter than my stomach was.


“Aye, sorry I took so long,” Eric laughed pulling a kroket out to hand to me.


“What is this?” I asked him. It looked like a thicker mozzarella stick, but I doubted that was what it was.


“It has a beef and veggies all rolled up and deep fried. They’re very flavorful,” he told me.


“Sounds good.” I took a tentative bite and I was glad I didn’t try to chow down. The filling was pretty hot, even after however long it took to transport it back to our hotel. “It’s tasty,” I said before taking another bite. “I don’t think you’re going to talk me into fries with mayo, though.”


“The lady at the restaurant looked at me like I was strange, but I was able to score you some ketchup.”


“Thanks,” I smiled.


“No problem,” Eric smiled back.


“What are these little breadcrumb ball things?”


“Bitterballen,” he replied in an eerily good Dutch accent. “It’s another beef thing. They’re one of my favorites.”


“How many languages do you speak?” I couldn’t help asking.


“Fluently, hmm… five, I guess. Portuguese, Italian, and Spanish are all pretty similar so I count them as one.”




“Yeah,” he chuckled. “You live over here long enough and you pick things up. I’m an old man; I’ve had time to learn.”


“I suppose.” I took another bite of the stick thing.


“It makes it easier to travel around Europe when you can speak the language.”


“Yes, I suppose it does.” I hadn’t had too much trouble so far, though.


“How was the shower?”


“Confined,” I chuckled. “It’s going to be a tight fit for you.”


“Lovely,” he smiled. He looked over at the shower and said, “I’m sure you’re going to get a good giggle when I’m in there.”


“In all fairness, I wasn’t going to be traveling with a giant when I booked this room,” I smiled.


“That’s what you keep sayin’,” he winked. “I’ve been in tighter confines. I’ll survive.”


“Oh you have? That sounds like a good story.”


“Eh, it’s not that good. You wouldn’t be interested in it, believe me,” he chuckled.


Something told me he didn’t want to talk about it so I let it go. The food was obviously different than it was back in Louisiana but at least it wasn’t boiled to death. Scottish cuisine left a lot to be desired for my money.


“I think we need to find a McDonald’s while we’re here and see if they still serve a Royal with cheese,” I chuckled while we cleaned up the dinner mess.


“I saw one while I was out. I don’t think they have a Royal, but there will definitely be things you’re more familiar with. I imagine you’re ready for a bit of home.”


“Ummm… You have seen Pulp Fiction, right? You’re not that old…”


“Hmm, I can’t say that I have,” he answered. “If that’s a movie I don’t really watch too many.”


What? It was like he was speaking Portuguese or something.


English, motherfucker, do you speak it?


I shook my head.


“I don’t know what to say right now,” I replied.


“Sorry? Should I have? I’m sure we can find it on the tele if it’s a big one…”


“It’s like twenty years old. I have it saved on my Netflix list though. You know who Quentin Tarantino is, right?” If he didn’t we might have to go our separate ways.


“Yeah, I’ve heard of him. Big American director?”


“Director and writer.” I felt like I was talking to Austin Powers right after he was first thawed out from being cryogenically frozen.


“I don’t like that look you’re givin’ me,” he said with a small smile. “I feel like we need to spend our evening watching his movies.”


“For once I feel like I have more life experience than you. That’s not easy when there’s an old timer–”


“Hey, you told me being old wasn’t an issue,” he growled playfully. Eric moved across the small room faster than I could track and pinned me to the bed. “I’d watch your mouth little lady,” he smiled.


“Yes, sir,” I smiled back at him.


“Aye, you have a gorgeous smile,” he complimented me. Eric gave me a quick kiss before he sat up, letting me go.


“You know it could just be that you saw the movie so long ago you don’t remember anymore,” I giggled and then squealed when he pounced on me again.


“I have an impeccable memory, little girl,” he growled. Eric didn’t let me go again. Instead he pinned my wrists above my head and started blowing raspberries on my neck.


“Eric!” I laughed loudly but he didn’t stop. My squirming didn’t seem to bother him either.


“I hope you realize your little squirmy body is no match for me,” he chuckled as he started to tickle my ribs.


“As long as you don’t get kneed in the goody bag,” I said through my laughter.


“I have my ways of avoiding it.” Eric’s legs pushed mine apart, making sure there was no way I could knee him. His tickles moved up and down my side when he wasn’t giving me raspberries.


The major flaw in his plan was that I wasn’t wearing anything under the nightshirt, so when I pushed my hips up off the bed to rub against him the shirt rode up too. Who knew he’d be distracted so easily?


“You’re evil,” he groaned as his hips rocked involuntarily.


“You pinned me down and spread my legs. This is your fault,” I said smugly.


“Sure, blame the old guy,” he chuckled.


“It’s true. Old has nothing to do with it.”


“Damn. I should get up and shower anyway,” he said. “I’ll let you finish eating and find us a movie.”


“I’m done eating. Maybe I’ll look for a silent film from your youth,” I chuckled.


“You’re askin’ for it.” Eric reached down and tickled my inner thigh.


“Asking for what?”


“It’s an expression, Sookie…”


“From the old days?”


He narrowed his eyes at me. “I’m going to shower.” Eric got off of me and turned to get into his suitcase again.


“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen such sophisticated locks on a suitcase before,” I said as I turned onto my side to watch him.


“I traveled a lot before I settled in Ireland. I didn’t want my things to get broken into. It’s a habit I haven’t broken,” he told me.


“Seems so,” I smiled. “I’m surprised that customs hasn’t broken the locks.”


Eric shrugged and said, “I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it.”


I rolled onto my back and said, “Be careful when you turn the shower on. You can set the temperature and the water pressure.”


“Thanks. Are you going to lie there and watch me?” he asked with a cheeky smile on his handsome face.


“I’m thinking about it,” I replied.


“I’ll try to put on a show if I feel your eyes on me.” Eric dropped his pants. He pulled out a pair of sweats and once again, locked the suitcase when he closed it again.


“I might just watch out the window.” I turned myself around and got on my knees and elbows to look down on the street below. That was evil.


“You do realize it’s taking every ounce of willpower I possess not to bend down there and bury my face in your pussy, right?” Eric asked calmly.


“I’m sure you can think of better things to do,” I smirked as I watched the people on the street. Moonlight bounced off the canal running in front of the hotel.


I felt Eric’s hands on my hips a moment later before his tongue ran up the length of my slit, dipping into me.


“Ummm… That’s not showering,” I told him.


“I just needed a taste,” he said. Eric kissed my right cheek before I felt him get up. A few seconds later I heard the shower start.


There were plenty of people on the street below. I probably could have chugged an energy drink and kept moving, but we were staying in a fairly nice hotel. Plus the bed was comfortable. I wasn’t going to understand a lick of Dutch TV, but I didn’t care much about that.


I lay down on my side and hugged a pillow. I pulled the blanket up over my legs and closed my eyes. My intention was just to close my eyes and doze off while Eric showered. What actually happened was I closed my eyes and they stayed that way until the next morning.




I was actually kinda glad Sookie fell asleep. I was supposed to be on vacation, but when new information came in about my target I had to do work. When I was out getting dinner for us I was approached by Andre, he had information. Well, he wanted me to gather information. I had been watching Victor Madden for over three years. He was a slippery as a snake and damn near impossible to tie down.


Andre said there was a guy in Amsterdam that supposedly had information on Madden’s whereabouts and since I was already in the country… Yeah, it sucked. I should have been curled up with a cute little blonde; instead I was walking around Amsterdam in the middle of the night looking for information on a guy that we literally had nothing. Oh wait, Andre had a name, Niels, but no last name. There were probably a million Niels running around Amsterdam. It was my job, though so I had to do it.


As I walked through the streets in order to look less like someone on a mission I picked up my phone and dialed Pam’s number. I needed to know if she had anymore to go on, other than a name. Maybe a popular hangout of his or something.




“Do you know where this wanker spends his free time?” I asked as I walked down the road. I may or may not have been walking down the street in the red light district. I was a man, who had eyes.


“Which wanker? We’re looking for dozens of them,” she sighed.


“The one Andre has me lookin’ for. I should be snuggled up with a voluptuous blonde right now.”


“That makes two of us. And that wanker spends time smoking his meals at Baba. Andre should have told you that. His incompetence is staggering sometimes.”


“Ya think? He gave me a halfassed description of him and only his first name. I could walk into Baba, call out his name, and get five guys lookin’ at me. I don’t know why Andre is kept on the damn payroll.”


“Because he’s servicing Sophie-Anne,” she reminded me.


“I really don’t like to think about that,” I chuckled. I could see Baba up ahead. I hoped like fuck he was in there.


“None of us do. I’m pretty sure she’s got spun silver cobwebs in her twat.”


“You sure do know how to make man’s dick go soft,” I said seriously as I turned to look a tall blonde swaying her ass from side to side in a window. All that did was make me want to get back to my gir– Sookie.


“You’re in the Red Light District. If your dick is soft you’re checking out the wrong merchandise.”


“I’m not, believe me,” I said as I spotted a really fuckin’ hot brunette. “I’m almost to there. I’ll get back to you with what I find out.”


“I like pictures.”


“Of the sexy brunette eyein’ me?”




“I’ll see how much she’ll charge for that.” I had no plans to talk to her. I wanted to fine Niels and get back to Sookie. The last thing I needed was for her to wake up while I was gone.


“Excellent. Ta,” she said and hung up.


I slipped my phone into my pocket. I winked at the brunette before I turned and walked into Baba. Andre did show me what Niels looked like. I scanned the room as I moved through.




I smiled as I walked over to where the small blonde man was sitting. I took a seat next to him.


“Hallo,” I greeted him in Dutch. Andre said he knew English, but it would be easier in his native tongue.


From the look Niels gave me, he knew exactly who I was. I didn’t have to sit with him long. I just needed to get what he knew and where he got the information and then I could be on my way.




When I woke up I had a slight weight sitting on me. I could feel Sookie’s thighs pressed against my hips.


“Mmm, mornin’,” I said without opening my eyes.


“Mornin’,” she whispered. I felt her soft, warm lips moving along my neck.


I brought my hands up to rub her back. Her lips always felt so good on me.


“Sleep well?” I slid my hands down to squeeze her ass.


“Like a baby.” She licked my Adam’s apple and sucked on a special spot by my ear.


“Mmm, good,” I whispered, tilting my head to give her better access. I moved one hand to rub between her lower cheeks until I found her opening. I swear I was still hard from seeing all the mostly naked women the night before. I was saving it for Sookie, though. I knew we weren’t a couple, but I wasn’t going to go out and be with another woman when I had Sookie. It would have been disrespectful and I felt like I was keeping too much from her as it was.


“How about you?” Sookie nibbled on my collarbone and tugged on my nipple.


“I slept great,” I answered. “I like waking up with you even better though.” My hips started slowly rocking up against her. I was in pajama pants, but Sookie was naked so I could feel how warm she was.


“Oh yeah?” Sookie started to kiss her way down my chest, leaving a wet trail in her wake.


“Mmhmm.” One of my hands moved up to massage the back of her head while I folded the other one under my head. “I also did some research before bed. I found some good places to visit today, unless you had a plan.”


“I do,” she said before licking my lower abdomen.


“Then we’ll use my buildings as a backup plan,” I breathed as our eyes locked. I was so fucked when she went home. Sookie was truly one of the most beautiful girls I’d ever met. “Do you see how hard you make me, Sookie?” I whispered.


“Mmhmmm,” she hummed. The little minx kept kissing and nipping along the waistband of my pants. Her fingernails lightly raked at the bare skin just below my ribs. She was completely ignoring my cock.


“Do you plan on torturing me?” I asked with a small smile. It sure as hell seemed like that was what she intended to do.




“You can keep teasin’ me if you don’t mind me reachin’ down there to stroke myself,” I told her.


“Nope, that’s not allowed.”


“What is allowed?” I rocked my hips so my cotton covered cock rubbed between her tits.


“You can lay there like a good boy and be patient,” she said with authority.


“Yes, ma’am,” I replied. I folded my arms under my head to try to keep them at bay.


Sookie continued to nip at me and she tugged my pants down. My poor cock was extremely frustrated that she continued to ignore it. Her breath said she was so close but her lips landed on my thighs instead. She was tryin’ to kill me. I knew it. I was a dominate man, having Sookie tease me like she wasn’t easy for me. I wanted to flip her over and fuck her right into the mattress.


There was a little twinkle in her eyes as she brought her hand up to her mouth. She sucked on two of her slim fingers and then they disappeared between her thighs. Sookie moaned and resumed her teasing.


“What have I done to deserve such torture?”


She smiled and then I could hear her fingers moving in and out of her pussy. She had to be drenched for me. I wanted to drag her up my body to impale her on my cock, but I was trying to be good. She had to be something special to make me go along with something like what she was doing.


“I can hear how wet you are, Sookie. Wouldn’t it be so much better if you were bouncing on my hard cock?”


“Who are you trying to convince?” She got up on her knees so I could see her fingers pumping in and out. Her head fell back as she played with her cunt.


“Mmm, you. I know how good you’re going to feel,” I purred. “You could scoot up here and let me lick your clit too…”


“Nope,” she breathed. I could tell by the way her hips were flexing that she was close to cumming.


“You are so fuckin’ beautiful, Sookie,” I whispered as my eyes scanned over her body. I told her all the time, but she had a way of lookin’ more and more gorgeous as the days went by. “I want you so fuckin’ bad I ache.”


“Mmm… You want it? Come and get it,” she moaned.


I don’t think I ever moved so fast in my life. In the blink of an eye I had my pants down around my thighs, Sookie on her back, and my solid shaft was driving into her wet cunt. Fuck. I wasn’t going to last. We didn’t have too many quickies, but we were about to. I pushed up on my hands so I could look down at her. Sookie’s hand moved right back down to her clit as my hips began to thrust hard, filling her completely each time I drove into her.


“Fuck… yes… that’s it, little girl,” I growled when I felt her walls pulsing around my thick shaft. “I need to feel you cum for me…”


“All over your big cock? Is that what you want?”


“Fuck yes,” I breathed. I started pounding into her harder. I was fuckin’ her so hard she started moving up the bed some. I shifted my position. I sat back on my heels, lifted her ass and pulled her down my shaft as I thrusted forward. “Give it to me… fuck… I need it.”


“Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuuuuuuuck!” Sookie screamed. Her body tensed up and her pussy clamped down hard when she came. It made her whole body shake.


She was fuckin’ perfect. Her orgasm was all I needed to cum myself. Her walls massaged my cock, milking my cum from me. I planned to pull out and cum all over her mound, but my orgasm ripped through me without warning. I exploded deep inside of her with a roar. I was pretty sure I let out a string of Swedish curses, but I couldn’t be positive.


“Good Lord,” I panted as I collapsed on top of her. My cock was still buried inside of her as my hips jerked against her.


She made noise but that was it. Sookie was breathing hard under me, trying to catch her breath, too.


“New redneck word is mayonnaise,” she panted. “As in mayonnaise mornin’ fucks are good.”


I laughed at that as I peppered Sookie’s pretty face with kisses. I moved to her ear so I could whisper in Swedish, “Every fuck with you is good. Everything you do is good, beautiful girl. I’m going to miss you more than I should…” She didn’t need to know what I said. We were having a fling, not a relationship.


“I think that was more than one word.” She squeezed my ass.


“Aye,” I smiled. “Your word for the day is vackra. It means lovely.”


“Vackra,” she repeated. The accent needed work but she was tryin’.


“That was good,” I told her. “Since we’re in Amsterdam you can say heerlijk instead.”


“Uh… I’ll stick with vackra,” she giggled.


“One language at a time, check,” I chuckled. I gave her another kiss and said, “We should get up and shower. We have a city of architecture to see.”


“We do.”


Sookie and I got up from the bed. I was looking forward to showing her the city. It was a beautiful place. I just hoped Andre didn’t seek me out again. Molly talkin’ to us was one thing. If I had a string of people talking to me in each country Sookie was going to catch on.



9 thoughts on “Chapter 4: Amsterdam

  1. I think my favorite part was the phase he told Sookie is Swedish . I wonder how Sookie feels, we knew Eric realizes he is going to miss her. I think the suitcase thing has Sookie wondering . If they run into someonr, this will get interesting . I’m so into this story !


  2. Nice… I wonder did Eric have something to do with her being knocked out?

    I love how he is faithful to her though! Yeah he is a man, but he still went home to her instead of tasting the local scenery!


  3. Well, he has already fallen even if he hasn’t admitted it to himself yet. I think Sookie is right there too but the locked luggage is a question she’ll probably start overthinking. Can’t wait to see more and where they head to next.


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