Lucia wandered through the old parts of Copenhagen all morning, travelling the cobblestone streets and taking in the beautiful architecture of the city. It was her first time In Denmark, a detour from the main purpose of her European trip, visiting France and Italy with a group of friends and family. For a quick weekend getaway, she had booked a cheap flight from Paris to Copenhagen in order to visit a friend; one she had never met in person, but had talked with online for ages. She fully expected the detour to be the highlight of her whole trip, even more memorable than seeing the Louvre, the Colosseum, or the leaning tower of Pisa. After the first few hours, Lucia travelled mostly in a daze, her thoughts elsewhere, thinking about the evening to come. In fact didn't really even snap out of her haze until Martin arrived at her hotel room, knocking loudly on the room's door.
Lucia greeted him warmly, giving him a hug and kiss on the cheek and ushering him inside the room. Almost giddy with excitement, she stammered and struggled to find words of welcome appropriate to the situation. Despite her copious experience being on the receiving end of a hard cock, she had nothing in her repertoire as appropriate conversation for travelling half way around the globe to suck on a dick. For his part, Martin was nothing but a gentleman, soothing her nerves with light small talk, asking about her flight, if she had enjoyed touring Copenhagen, and how her trip was going overall. She answered him with pleasure, settling down as she did so, and quickly growing comfortable with him despite it being their first "official" meeting. After a few more minutes of conversation, she chose a natural pause to tell him she would go and change into something more comfortable and scurried off to the washroom.
Lucia's hands trembled as she undressed in the small hotel bathroom, and changed into the lingerie she had pre-positioned there. Picked up in Paris, the expensive outfit was typical of French lingerie, in that the less material was used in its making, the higher the price. She stripped naked before slipping into the sheer red and black negligee, straightening her hair as she examined herself in the mirror. She liberally applied makeup, much more than she would normally wear, complete with dark lip gloss and eye liner. She put her hair back into a quick braid towards the left side of her head, and topped it all off with a frilly black choker with a small golden pendant. Taking one last look at herself in the mirror, she smiled and walked out of the bathroom, hoping to knock Martin's socks off.
She was more than rewarded by the massive grin on his face as she exited. His mouth opened, but no words left his lips as he took her in. She stopped five feet in front of him and posed provocatively, one hip thrust curvaceously to the side, and her breasts heaving heavily under the sheer fabric. Her nipples were already rock hard as she paraded herself for him, and she found herself growing wet already. After a few moments, Martin found his voice.
"You look absolutely stunning." He stammered, his voice filled with awe.
"Thank you." She replied. "I have honestly been looking forward to this moment all month."
"Well then," Martin responded "Let us not delay you any longer."
Reaching out, Martin picked up a pillow from the bed, and placed it at his feet on the floor. Hiding the quiver in his hands, he took off his shirt, and placed it on the table. As he started to undo his belt, Lucia stepped forward, placing a hand on his to stop him.
"No." she said. "Let me."
Without protest, Martin watched as Lucia sank slowly to her knees in front of him, landing squarely on the pillow at his feet. She blushed slightly as she looked up at him through long lashes, as if asking permission to move forward. Martin nodded his head unconsciously and her hands reached gingerly to his belt. Her hands shook slightly, but she was able to undo the belt , button and fly on his pants without trouble. She let gravity drag them down, and then paused while he stepped out of them. Reaching up for the band of his underwear, she paused, taking a deep breath to steady herself. Martin's hand reached out to touch her cheek. Responding to his touch, she looked up, meeting his eyes. He rewarded her gaze with a large and honest smile; she could tell that he was as excited and apprehensive as she was. Somehow, that thought calmed her, and without further ado, she pulled down the elastic band, coming suddenly face to face with the entire reason for her trip to Denmark.
Dangling half-hard before her face, Lucia gazed with awe at Martin's long, thick cock. Already, despite not being fully hard, it was the most impressive cock she had ever seen, if anything even bigger than the incredible pictures that had drawn her this far. With a slight gasp, Lucia's eyes fluttered upwards as she said a silent prayer of thanks to Odin, Thor, or whatever Norse God had so blessed the earth with such an impressive specimen of male anatomy. Reaching out with one, hand she gently lifted his heavy shaft, stroking it up and down twice as a test. She moaned unconsciously as she watched the foreskin slide smoothly back and forth, revealing his bulbous crown with each stroke. His cock filled her hand making it look comically small as she grasped it, his thick shaft hardening slightly in her grip. She marvelled as the large veins began to stand out from his shaft, a slight blue tinge against the flesh tone of its skin.
