Maude, a skilled young slut

+++

Story based on true events.

+++

I should have known right away. There was something fishy about it, the way Marc, my best friend in Amsterdam, told me we were going to this cool party on a ship, right here, in the port of Amsterdam. We both worked as product managers in the same company, and we also did a bit of marketing and advertising, so he knew how to bring a message. He told me something about this “cool party" and that he had bought tickets for the two of us. To be fair, he always joined me too whenever I wanted to try something (we were both single), plus the fact that he already spent money on it convinced me to go with him.

We arrived too early at the ship; we should have come one or two hours later, but all beverages were included in the ticket, so we went below deck and fetched ourselves two beers. There were already some women at the party and a handful of guys, but, like I said, arriving exactly at the starting hour of a party is never a good thing.

We sat downstairs below deck, listened to the 80s music, and checked out any new guests who would arrive. Finally, I understood, and he showed me the advertisement of the party from the local newspaper; this was a typical singles party, and I read "40+", my skin crawled because I was 26 years old. I could understand that he wanted to go, being 48 years old, but this was not what I was looking for.

Anyway, I went up again to get some fresh air, taking with me a new beer, he stayed below deck. I found some stairs to sit on and sat down on the third step from the wooden deck, giving my legs enough space to comfortably sit, and I was patient enough to waste my time for him, so perhaps at least one of us would have a good time.

As I was about to give up, two girls arrived and went below deck. One was a brunette, looking a bit older, and one was a tall, much younger, pretty blonde. Perhaps things would take a turn right now, I thought. I went below deck but couldn’t find the blonde. I did see Marc talk vividly to the brunette, so I went to the bar again, grabbed another beer, and up again to drink in peace.

I sat there minding my own business when suddenly the cute blonde stood in front of me. I looked up at her face, I saw that she was very pretty and had a great body, even if it was a little bit hidden by the choice of her clothes.

"Hi!" She spoke to me first. "I am Maude.”

“Hi. I answered, telling her mine. “Have a seat," I said, sliding on the chairs to the left, making space for her.

As she sat next to me, I could smell her intoxicating perfume, a young, soft, flowery scent. I quickly glanced at her blouse, checking out her boobs, and judged that she had hidden them well but they would be bigger than expected.

Maude and I chatted about all kinds of things. She was 19 years old and worked in an advertising company close to the center of Amsterdam, fifteen minutes away from her studio on foot, but she didn’t mention if she was single or not.

It was a warm August night, and there was no hurry to go below deck again. Right then, Marc showed up and told me he was leaving, whispering in my ear, “She is 56!” as he indicated the age of Maude's friend. And he left, which was fine with me. Not much later her friend Fleur showed up too, telling Maude she was leaving and if she would be OK.

Maude looked at me and, for the first time, flirted by asking, “Am I going to be OK with you?”

“Sure.” I replied, and I understood the question very well; there were a lot of freaks in Amsterdam. I showed them both in the setting of my cell my number to reassure them that “I was harmless.” Fleur nodded and left. Maude replied, saying, “But I don’t want harmless.”

I smiled, and our flirting sped up. No more small talk; the conversation was getting way sexier.

At a certain point Maude placed her hand on my thigh, asking if my jeans were not too tight, when she looked at my semi-hard bulge in my pants.

“For you to find out," I teased.

Maude slowly moved her hand over my thigh toward my crotch, placing her soft hand right on top of my, now slowly growing, package.

“I think it is getting bigger.” She teased and she started rubbing me there.

“That’s your fault, babe. How are you going to save me?” I tease back, opening my legs.

Maude looks around in the dark of the night to see if the coast is clear and kneels in between my legs. “I will show you.” And her slender hand opened the first button of my 517 jeans.

My cock started growing even more but was still trapped in a very tight space. Maude opened bit by bit the other buttons, taking her time, rubbing my cock through the fabric each time. As she opened the last button, my cock was fully erect.

“Lift your butt.” Maude told me, and I followed her command. She quickly pulled down my jeans, all the way down to my shoes, and left it like that. She could now see the well-filled trunks I was wearing.

“Oh my.” She softly whispered, “Is that all for me?” as her hand rubbed my phallus up and down, the only barrier the thin cotton of my underwear.

Maude looked around again, and since there was nobody in sight, she grabbed with both her hands the waistband of my trunks, quickly lowering them all the way to where my jeans were resting on my ankles.

“Oh. Nice.” She said, looking at my raging hard-on, which was right in front of her face.

Maude moved in an experienced way, her long blonde hair to one side of her neck, and as she lowered her mouth towards my cock, she quickly wetted her lips while keeping eye contact with me.

“You don’t mind if I have a taste, don’t you?” She asked while she kept looking at me. Her soft hand grabbed my cock, and as she did so, a drop of precum popped up through the tiny open spot on top of the mushroom where my foreskin did not close completely anymore, just above the little slit.

Her tongue quickly found the glob of precum and dabbed at it, expertly scooping it up and storing it in her young mouth. She had done this before, I thought, she knows cock, but had no time for other thoughts, because she gently pulled back my foreskin, then quickly engulfed with her young mouth that red throbbing helmet. Her tongue swirled around it, alternating her playful teasing of her tongue to using her teeth to gently nibble on it.

One of her hands held my rod upright so she could give it a good sucking, her cheeks already caving in from the effort. The other hand caressed my highly excited balls, and I knew if she kept doing this to me, I wouldn't last another minute or two.

Just as I was about to cum in her wet, sucking mouth, some bald guy from the party organization showed up, telling us to stop what we were doing. Maude sensed I was close and didn’t want to spoil a perfectly good blowjob, so she simply stretched her arm towards him without even looking, lifting her index finger, giving him the "I need one-minute" sign.

“Whatever.” He mumbled and left.

As soon as the little bald guy was gone, she attacked my cock again, softly moaning when the sensitive head started twitching inside her mouth. The one hand on my balls went further south, and I felt her push against my scrotum, triggering my balls right away as the first shot of hot cum landed in the back of her throat. Maude quickly swallowed my first dump, making space for the rest of my cum. She kept caressing my scrotum, and I pumped my seed five more times into her little mouth, never having felt so thoroughly drained afterwards. I saw her swallow each and every cum shot without hesitation, and my flaccid cock slid out of her mouth, not a single drop of semen was lost. She still held my wobbly cock with one hand, carefully sucking on its tip to make sure no cum was left. Satisfied, she looked at the rest of my limp cock and gave the shaft a couple of licks, cleaning it nicely.

As she looked up again, satisfied, she licked her lips to make sure she had caught it all, and simply asked, “Do you live nearby?”

To be continued.