Dating a Beautiful Blonde Ch. 01

My stories here are memories of real encounters I have had with various people. They did take place and are not invented, made up fantasies. If I would write such a story, I would clearly indicate that they are fabricated.

I am in my early 30s and traveling a lot around Europe for business. I do enjoy the lifestyle of visiting many capitals, some of which I get to know well, more than a usual tourist would do. Staying in nice hotels and eating in good restaurants definitely added to the whole experience. The dating scene is still very much web based. Apps are not that developed as they are in the 2020s. Also, when looking for contacts, dates, I prefer to check more local, kinky sites as I am not searching for a lifelong partner. I have met through such a website with Alexa, a goth girl. My experiences with her you can read in my other works.

It is through such a local website that I get in touch with Agnes. Her profile has very little personal information: 20-someting, blonde, sporty figure, likes a good bottle of wine. Literally, nothing else, no picture, no basic info. For me, this doesn't mean that she is not interesting. It all depends how our conversion will develop. I always like to contact these women with lots of information, so they know with whom they are dealing.

Turns out, Agnes is very busy but after a couple of emails I can feel more will be possible. She just finished her studies and is working in insurance. Not her dream job, but you have to start somewhere. She also shares a portrait photo and wow, what an attractive young woman. She has long blonde hair, full cheeks and lips, blue eyes and very pretty eyebrows. After some time, she feels confident enough to share her phone number and we have a great chat. We really click well.

We manage to align our calendars and set for a first date. I proposed her to meet her in the city center and from there walk to a fancy Italian restaurant nearby. She agreed and I couldn't wait to meet her.

That evening come; I was already waiting for her on the location we had set to meet. It was dark already and then a taxi stopped, and she got out. Always such an exciting moment. Her face was just as in the picture she sent me, that of a very seductive blonde angel. Agnes is wearing black elegant trousers, classy shoes and a leather salmon colored jacket. Nice!

"Hey, so nice to meet you finally!" I say while giving her a kiss on her cheek.

"Very nice indeed. I am sorry for the little delay, there was so much traffic," she replies smiling.

She smells nice and is quite tall. She really has a model figure.

We walk towards the restaurant chatting about various things, just to get the conversation going. We both also want to get inside because there is a bit of wind. Although she has her hair clipped together, I notice that she doesn't like the wind changing her hair.

Inside the restaurant we get a nice table and order our food. We continue our discussion, about our lives, what we do, travels, hobbies, etc. Her smile is just so sexy. As she is sitting in front of me, I can better assess her; she has quite straight shoulders, like of a swimmer. Her breasts don't seem too big, C cup maximum. Her arms and hands are thin and elegant, her nails manicured in red.

During the main course I make a move on her and take her hand. I just want to hold her. She smiles but is surprised a bit as well, her expression says like 'oh, you want to hold my hand now, already now?'. Well, yes, I do like you Agnes and would like to move this further.

With our meal we have ordered a bottle of red wine. And this bottle we finish as well. After desert we go for a walk. It's quite late and luckily the wind has set a bit. She is holding my arm now as we walk after the sumptuous meal.

"So, I am staying in this high-rise building," I tell her while pointing at a residential tower block at the end of the predestination street we are on. It's the first time I have booked an apartment instead of a hotel during this trip.

"Really? I have never been there. I always wondered what the views are from there," Agnes responds.

"Can we buy another bottle of wine?" she asks a bit later.

"Of course, we can," I reply.

Luckily, there is a little evening shop (7 Eleven like) selling all sorts of products, including wine.

We get a bottle and walk towards my apartment.

Once inside, she has a look around. The views are spectacular, we have prime view on the night lit city with many other high-rise buildings around us. I open the bottle of wine and get us 2 glasses. We drink and talk further, just chilling on the couch. She has chosen a music channel on the TV, so we have some background sound. I am impressed at the amount that she can drink. Yes, of course, I notice that she is very jolly, but she also remains composed and is definitely not drunk. I just love how she is playing with her hair.

I move closer to her and touch her hair and neck. It feels so nice. We look each other in the eyes and her eyes just say 'yes'. I look at her lips and so does she at mine. As such, I give her a slow kiss first. She smiles and then I approach her face again and kiss her longer, tasting her, exploring her tongue. It's positive, we click, and I can taste the wine. She responds really well, is engaging.

"That was so nice. I love how you kiss," I tell her.

"Mmmm, yes. You are a very good kisser," Alexa replies smiling.

"It's really late. Do you mind if I stay here for the night?" she says.

"You can stay here. That would be very nice," I reply.

"OK, but I don't have a toothbrush. Can I use yours?"

"Of course, I don't have a problem with that."

We finish our glasses with wine, and she asks me to wash first. The bedroom is connected to the living room by a big opening. I undress there and then walk back naked through the living room to get to the bathroom. Yes, a bit on purpose.

"Oh, wow, you really don't have anything to hide, do you?" she smirks while also looking at my dick.

"No, I don't. Should I?" I reply with a smile.

After the long day it is great to take a shower, refresh. It feels so good. But I am excited at the same time, wonder what will happen. I am amazed how quickly, in a matter of a couple of hours, we have built up trust and understanding, that we are at this stage, just together in this nice apartment overlooking downtown. I get out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. Keep some decency, I say to myself.

Agnes takes her bag and gets into the bathroom. I hear how she is brushing her teeth (with my toothbrush) and then takes a shower as well.

I have switched off the lights in the living room but with the TV still on and with the city lights outside there is enough light to move around without tripping over things. In the bedroom I have only one lamp on. Finally, Agnes appears, wrapped in a big towel. I can see her shapes though, she has nice feminine hips, long legs, just a really good figure. Even with the little light there is, I think that she is quite tanned as well. She has loosened her hair which is falling down her shoulders. She snugs next to me in the bed and only once she is under the sheets she removes her towel. We kiss again. It feels so good. I caress her hair, neck and shoulder. She now touches me as well. I discover her breasts; they are so soft but firm at the same time. Definitely a B cup (not C as I initially thought) and her nipples hard rock hard. Her tummy is flat and toned.

"Wow, you have an amazing shape. You must work out a lot," I tell her.

"I do, mister. But I like what I feel here as well," she says.

Then my hand moves around her hip, so round and towards those long legs. Agnes very much follows my moves, touching me in a similar way. Once I move my hand up again a bit, so does she and then grabs my erect dick.

"Oh, it's so big!" she says.

My hand is back on her tummy, and I slowly move downwards. I can feel how she is opening her legs for me. Her mound is flat, she doesn't have this little hump that most women do. The further I move down the warmer it gets, and it's only at there, where her legs meet that I discover her moist pussy. She is hairless and has the smallest slit I have ever touched. But how she responds is amazing. She whirls around my fingers. We kiss while she is wanking me. Our activity creates quite some heat, and I pull back the back sheets.

"It's so hot here, Agnes," I say.

"Yes, you made me so hot," she replies.

I can now see a bit more of her. Yes, she is tanned all over. I embrace her and we press our bodies against each other. My dick is between her legs, rubbing against her pussy.

"Agnes, I don't have any protection with me," I say a bit disappointed.

"Oh. That's really a pity!" she says.

"I know, I know. I was not at all anticipating that all this would happen. (That was true, I really didn't think this would happen).

"I can buy some tomorrow morning when the first shop opens," I say.

"Yes, that would be good," she says. "I don't need to work tomorrow morning."

"I do. But I will just call in sick," I reply.

We hug and kiss again. This little pause has taken away some our excitement but then I start caressing her again and she becomes hot.

"Agnes, I really would like to kiss you down there. If that is OK for you," I say and await her reaction.

"Oh. OK. Yes."

It seems like she wasn't expecting this. Maybe she is surprised at me being so straight forward.

"Well, you are a good kisser, so yes, I would like that," she later adds with a smile.

I kiss her nice, full lips and then move kissing her body downwards. Her neck, breasts, tummy and getting closer, down to her pussy. I then move completely to the end of the bed so I can get a good position to give her some oral treatment. How I love pleasing women this way. With my head now between her legs I have her cute pussy in front of me. It looks like she is using the solarium because she has no bikini markings. Her slit is really short, she is small built down there. Her outer lips are small and between them even smaller inner lips. I just inhale her aroma, kiss her outside parts. At the top of her inner lips there is a small bud, her magic button, not covered by the usual hood. I softly kiss her inside flesh now and Agnes moans in delight. She is holding my head, moving her fingers through my hair. I lick her, taste her. It's just delicious how young women are, juicy. She is really excited and encourages me to go on. Not much later she is telling me that she is going to come. Wonderful...

I am next to her again and we kiss each other. She doesn't mind at all tasting her own pussy liquid.

My hard dick rubs against her, I press it towards her pussy, direct the tip on her clit. She really likes this, but we can't proceed further. No protection, so, no go.

It's really difficult to catch any sleep. I am so excited, turned on to be in bed with her. And I can't think of anything else. It makes it impossible for me to rest.

Somewhere in the morning we wake up after getting very little sleep at all. I have to wait till 8 or so for the little supermarket to open. Once I am back in the apartment with a pack of condoms I smile at Agnes.

First, I send a message to my colleagues that I am not feeling well and that I will check with them again in the afternoon. Then I close my laptop and get back into bed with Agnes.

"I am so happy you are back," she says, quite relieved.

"Well, I was not going to leave you here alone, would I?" I reply smiling.

Indeed, we can finally have real sex!

We cuddle, kiss, pet each other, we are still discovering our bodies. Getting used of being so intimate together, as we have only met for the first time the previous evening. Of course, there is trust and we have emailed and called numerous times leading up to this meeting, but spending time together, so close, is something completely different.

"I would like to feel you inside me," Agnes says with a kinky voice.

"Mmmm... I would like to feel you as well," I reply.

I grab the pack of condoms and put one on as Agnes is caressing my arm and shoulder.

She positions herself on her back and I come between her legs.

"Please be gentle, it's been quite some time since I had sex and you are so big," she says.

"But I really want this," she adds after a moment.

Of course, I am going to take care of her, make sure she feels comfortable.

I point the tip of my dick towards her pussy and then rub her clit with it. Then I slowly move down to place it at the opening of her vagina. I push inside her, just the tip and she asks me to wait, so she can get used to me. Only after that I push a bit further in and let her adjust again.

"OMG, you are so big. Wait a little," she says.

I do. I am not in a hurry at all. It's true, she is extremely tight and her whole pussy grabs my shaft completely. I also think this due to some stress, pressure and first not having condoms available. After some time, I slowly start to move in and out, keeping eye contact with her, to make sure all is fine. She gives me signals it's okay to proceed and so I move more inside her, deeper. I slowly start to make love with her, it feels good.

"Oh, this is so nice. I really missed it," Agnes says while moaning.

I feel so privileged. It's morning, the sun is up, most people are going to work or are working already. But I am not. I am here with Agnes, and we are doing something beautiful, the most satisfying activity men and women can do together. I like observing her, her expression, how she moves.

"I would like to be on top now," she says.

Sure thing. You just tell me what you want to do I think to myself. We change positions, I lay on my back waiting for her to straddle me. As there is way lighter than last night I can properly see her whole body. She is not at all ashamed to be naked (compared to Alexa at least). As a blonde, she really does have a nice tan all over, she has a perfect sporty figure, flat tummy and nice B-cup breasts. She is kneeling over me and grabs my hard dick, placing herself slowly on my rod. I am only half in as she starts to ride me. Automatically, I grab her beautiful, young breasts and play with them. Her long hair is falling on her shoulders and breasts, which she sweeps away with her hand. That is just such a sexy gesture, I love it.

"Oh, oh, oh...," she starts to moan while taking me in a bit deeper.

I move my hands on her waist and hips. Then, with my right hand I move on her flat mound and press my thumb on her little clit.

"Yes, yes... keep it there," she instructs me. I love her reactions. It feels so natural but also a bit greedy. Like she has been missing it and now really wants to get what she wants. It doesn't take long before she is climaxing. She places her hands behind her back and presses her belly forward. She is not riding me anymore, but I can clearly feel how her pussy muscles contract around me.

"That was so good," she says. "You are really good at this," she adds later with a smile.

I grab her waist again and pull her closer to me so we can kiss.

"Did you come as well?" she asks me.

"No, not yet. But I really liked it," I reply.

"Oh, but I want you to come as well!" she says in a decisive tone.

I ask her if I can take her from behind and of course she agrees to it. I should just be careful and not push too deep inside. Yes, I know that by now. I will be careful, and you will just tell me what works for you, what is pleasurable.

Agnes places herself on all fours on the bed and waits for me to take her in that position. As I move behind her, I get a perfect view on her amazing ass. So tanned as well, round and firm. Even with her legs a bit apart her pussy remains completely closed, her lips sealing off the entrance to her flower. While holding my dick I do some up and down movements between her lips and then push inside her. It goes much easier now although I don't want to push myself entirely in. Already, trusting in and out like this is amazing. I get to see her nice back, shoulders and her long, beautiful, blonde hair. My pleasure starts to build quickly, and I tell her how good it feels. For her it's good as well. I can feel how she is playing with her clit now and in a couple of minutes we both come, nearly at the same time.

We fall back on the bed, our faces close together. We look each other in the eyes, not saying anything. I am thinking about the last 12 hours. How we met, our date in the restaurant and now all the way up to here. Amazing. Sometimes things move so fast.

At some point it is time to go. I need to go to the airport, and she also needs to move on. We will definitely want to meet again, and soon, if possible. I tell her to take time and think about our encounter and how she would like to continue.

A couple of days later she writes me an email saying that she really hopes that we can meet again and that I don't see her as an easy, single fling girl. Of course, I don't. I want to meet her as well as I think there is so much more we can do together.

More in the next chapter to come.