Looking back isn't it a wonderful torturous trail some of us follow in our sexual awakening. My journey was like that. Here i was 19 and starting university in less then a month. I had been tormented all summer with my few encounters with John. He treated me like a slut and I had loved it. I kept going back for more all summer.
On graduation from high school I had been selected to attend a student conference in Rotterdam. All my family were excited. I would be the first one of us to travel to Europe. To be honest the thought of it all overwhelmed me and I was quite anxious about going that far on my own.
My Mom could tell I had cold feet and she spent the good part of the summer finding information about Holland.
The conference was for three days and then I had five days to tour on my own. My Mom worked to build an itinerary of things to see and do. The only thing that interested me was seeing the Red Light district in Amsterdam. I was hoping to have my first sex with a female. This wasn't on the itinerary she made for me.
Thirty minutes after the conference closed I was on a train headed for Amsterdam. make no mistake the draw was the infamous Red Light district that I had read about since I realized I was going.
I left the Amsterdam train station and walked around enjoying the sights. It was a gorgeous day, sunny and bright. The air was sweet and I was in great spirits. Any reservations I had about travelling alone evaporated. The freedom was exhilarating.
I stopped at a small restaurant and bought a sandwich and a beer. I walked over to a canal and sat down on a bench. So civilized!
I took out my guidebook and started searching for a small hotel to stay at.
I found a couple of inexpensive possibilities and set out to find a place. The first on my list was full but the woman at the desk suggested another place around the corner. So I followed her directions to the other hotel.
I rang the bell and opened the door and entered the hallway. I heard footsteps and a man entered the hallway from what looked to be a sitting room. He was mid to late 40's, maybe 5'10, a couple of days growth and going bald. He was wearing a T-shirt and jeans. What caught my attention was that he must lift weights because his arms and shoulders were very muscled. He had a small belly from obviously enjoying his beer. He had an intimidating look but really didn't dwell on it. I wanted to explore!
I asked if he had any available rooms and without saying a word he reached down and grabbed my backpack and turned down the hall. I followed him and we went upstairs to the first room. It was pretty big with a large double bed...and windows looking out on to the street. He looked at me and I smiled and said great. He quoted a price and I took the money out of my pocket and paid him for the first night.
He gave me a key and said he locks the front door at 11. Washroom was down the hall.
We stood there looking at each other. He made me feel uneasy and i looked away, I felt he was sizing me up. I was 6' 2 around 195 pounds thin and lean. He smiled and said enjoy Amsterdam, turned and left the room.
I went down the hall to the bathroom noticing there were only 3 other rooms on the floor. I washed up, brushed my teeth and went back to my room and put on a fresh shirt and jeans. Closed the door and headed out to see Amsterdam.
