Enjoying your stay.

The rest of your time in Vancouver goes beautifully. You bring your business to a successful conclusion, Amber finishes her classwork, and you spend most of the rest of your time exploring the city and fucking like rabbits. You come back to the hotel from one meeting to find her wearing nothing but a fishnet bodystocking; she tells you it was cheap and she didn’t buy it to reuse it, then pulls off your pants and boxers, pushes you down on a couch, and proceeds to suck your cock like she hasn’t had anything to eat all day. When she’s done, you pull her into your lap and tear holes in the bodystocking to suck her tits, then lay her down to suck her clit and finger her cunt through the fishnet. You finish up by bending her over the arm of the couch, tearing open the crotch of her bodystocking, and jackhammering her into the couch cushions with your driveshaft. She cums screaming on your cock before you’re even done; you fuck her right through her orgasm, and she cums again with another scream when you paint the walls of her pussy with your cum, firing blast after blast deep into her womb. You tell her to keep the bodystocking; you haven’t done it too much damage, and you think it might be sexy for her to wear something you’ve already torn open to get at her.

You have a lighter breakfast one morning so you can introduce Amber to the famous UBC cinnamon roll, then take her to the Museum of Anthropology. You spend hours there. She loves the exhibits, and is transfixed by “Raven and the First Men,” just as you expected.

When you’re done there, you drive down to the airport so she can see “The Spirit of Haida Gwaii”; she comes away swearing that the two of you are going to buy something by Bill Reid to display at home.

You spend hours another day at the Vancouver Art Gallery, and take her up Grouse Mountain to see the city spread out beneath you. You explore Chinatown, including the Chinese garden named for Sun Yat-Sen, then introduce her to authentic Chinese cuisine at Bao Bei. It’s a great city for Asian food, and by the time you fly home, she’s determined to learn to cook not only real Chinese food, but also Thai, Vietnamese, and Indian at the very least. You spend another day together at Stanley Park, and combine a visit to Queen Elizabeth Park with a minor-league game next door at the Nat. Amber tells you multiple times that you’ve given her the best two weeks of her life, and when you leave, she’s already looking forward to returning. “Maybe for our honeymoon,” she says slyly.