Arriving in Holland

People were stuck together like sardines in the train, Arthur one of them, he was awkwardly pressed between a middle aged man that traumatized him with a smile, and.. Quite the beauty. She had golden hair and the very 'fashionable' Babyface of the time, he would have flirted if they weren't so awkwardly squeezed together. Instead he chuckled awkwardly, but said awkward was on purpose. It did the trick and caught her attention. "Are trains usually this packed? I'm used to cars, you see." She grinned, though we wasn't sure if it was because she was interested, or because of his shitty German. "Welcome to the real world, little boy." He raised his brows at her playful insult and cleared his throat. "Are all European women this feisty?" He murmured in English. "No, but married women who aren't interested can be." She replied in the same language. He scratched an unshaven cheek. "Surely we can come to an agreement?.." he said. Her lips curved into a smirk and she removed his black fedora from his head and put it on hers, revealing his oh so shameful bedhair.

Lips crushed against painted lips, and a smooth back was pressed against the wall of an alley, not far from the train station. He lifted the woman, who's name he learned was Cheryl, up to his shoulders and almost violently removed her panties from under her blue dress, and immediately dug in, feeling her fingers grasping his messy hair. He flicked his tongue against her clit, his nose pressed to the golden curls above it, then proceeded to insert his tongue in her moist cunt, managing to get a moan out of her. His hands grasped her fair buttocks and ate her as if his life depended on it. Her moans grew louder and louder and her cunt pulsed against him with pleasure. He looked up at her and she looked down at him, panting. She grunted in defeat, to which he responded with a wild, almost childlike smile.

Wet lips crushed against painted lips and small, shapely breasts pressed against the alley wall, hard, covered nipples poked through blue fabric. Arthur's masculine hands caressed a feminine body from breasts to hips. He hurried to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants, just below his ass. Be freed his painfully hard manhood, uncircumcised and in the impressive length of 8 inches. He grunted softly as he pressed his tip to her entrance and drilled into her, gripping her waist, as she looked back at him as best she could, facing the wall, and moaned out. He pumped himself in and out of her cunt, which was surprisingly tight for a married woman. He ran his fingers through her golden hair and suddenly gripped it, picking up his pace at least by twice. Her moans echoed through the dim alley.

Arthur walked the streets with slightly flushed cheeks and a bit of lipstick smudged on his lips, which he quickly wiped with his sleeve. He looked back, Cheryl was already out of sight... Just when he realized - He never got his hat back.