My name is Phil Johnstone and I'm a sixty year old straight guy, who's led a vanilla sex life, and frankly I'm a bit naïve about a lot of aspects about sex.
Don't get me wrong. My wife and I have three kids and five grandkids. I know how to do it, but it was always with me on top. My wife was straighter than I was. We were both virgins on our wedding night, and over the first year of our marriage tried everything.
I'd get a blowjob on my birthday or our anniversary. That was it. Like I said, it was vanilla.
Shortly after Harriet died, I started watching porn. It opened up a whole new world of possibilities, but given my age, I thought that world had passed.
Two years later our local Senior Center sponsored a trip to Europe. We'd be staying at 5 Star hotels, and see all the sites. Starting and finishing in Amsterdam. I didn't know these people very well, so I opted for a single room. I also decided to stay in Amsterdam for an additional three days at the end of the journey.
When we arrived in Amsterdam, we had a day of relaxing after the long flight. I went on a sight-seeing tour of the city. It was by bus and canal boat. We stopped at the Rijksmuseum, the Van Gogh Museum and the Anne Frank House among other places.
The bus took us through the red light district. Some of us old folks were shocked to see the girls in the windows displaying their ‘wares.' I mean, prostitution so openly displayed; it was a shock.
The trip was wonderful; three weeks visiting all the capitals of Europe. The others on the tour turned out to be a lot of fun. I became friendly, but in a platonic way with some of the women.
We parted ways in Amsterdam, promising to get together at the Senior Center in the coming weeks.
Although I enjoyed the trip, my mind wondered about the brothels in Amsterdam. Could they provide me with the kind of experience I fantasized about? The kind of experience that I'd found while watching porn.
I wasn't sure how to go about it, but I thought I'd take a chance. I asked the concierge at my hotel to get me a taxi; a taxi with an English speaking driver. He laughed, "sir, most people here speak English. It's almost our second language."
I told the taxi driver what I was looking for. To be frank, I was looking for a brothel that featured older women. I didn't want to embarrass myself with some twenty-something.
"I know just the place." The house was off the main drag of the red light district. "Number 15. Hendrika will answer the door. She'll call me when you're done, my name is Pieter and I'll be waiting for you right here."
I was shocked when the door was answered by one of those twenty-somethings that I wanted to avoid. "I'm looking for Hendrika."
"I'm Hendrika."
"Oh, the cab driver told me that the woman I was looking for was significantly older."
"Oh, I'm the hostess, but Miss vanDerWhe runs the house. Come with me."
I was led to a stylish office, "Miss vanDerWhe, this gentleman was recommended to us." The young woman held the door for me and waited.
"Come in, come in, please have a seat. We don't get many Americans here. It must have been Pieter, the taxi driver. I'm Sanne vanDerWhe," she reached out her hand.
She was a tall, thick woman, dressed in a business suit. Her hair was dark and short, but very stylish. I thought she was perhaps fifty years old.
I was hesitant to give her my real name, but she was so friendly as was Hendrika, "I'm Phil Johnstone. Thank you for seeing me."
"What can we do for you Mr. Johnstone?"
"Ummmmm." I hesitated.
"Is this your first time in a house like this? Don't be shy. Hendrika, why don't you show Mr. Johnstone the girls, and then he can come back here and tell me who he likes, what he's interested in and how we can help him?"
The young woman led me through a maze of hallways. "What did she mean you don't see many Americans here?"
"We're not on the main street, so not many Americans get past the girls in the windows, but the local men know we have many fine girls here. I'm sure you'll see someone you like."
Hendrika rang a bell hanging at the entrance to a nicely appointed parlor. "Some girls speak English, if that matters to you. If you like large breasts, we have a number of girls who can fulfill your dreams. Do you prefer a woman shaved or with a large, natural bush?"
I was shocked by the question; not that I didn't know about such things, but only through watching porn. I don't think Harriet ever did anything with her pubic hair. I just didn't expect it to come up, and not from a young woman about the age of one of my granddaughters.
I think I blushed. "Here are the girls now. The parlor was soon filled with eight or nine beautiful women. The young Dutch woman took me by the arm. "Now, Mr. Johnstone just let me know if there's someone who interests you."
She walked me around the large parlor, stopping in front of each girl. Blondes, redheads, brunets; one black woman. Each was dressed in practically nothing. All appeared to be Hendrika's age; that is their mid-twenties, and everyone lovely. Each one smiled at me; one or two licked their lips.
"You don't see anyone you like?" Hendrika seemed so disappointed.
"I-I," I stuttered.
"Let's go see Miss vanDerWhe, perhaps she has some ideas."
"Miss vanDerWhe, Mr. Johnstone doesn't see anyone he likes."
"Oh, if you were to come back later in the day, there will be more girls working, but why don't we do this. Hendrika, close the door behind you. Perhaps Mr. Johnstone would like to talk in private."
After Hendrika left, Miss vanDerWhe turned to me. "Mr. Johnstone, I'm guessing a man your age has never been in a position like this. Don't be shy about telling me what you're looking for. I assure you, there is nothing under the sun that I haven't seen in the twenty years I've managed this place."
I was still hesitant to tell her, although not as hesitant as I was to tell twenty-something Hendrika.
"Miss vanDerWhe . . ."
"Please call me Sanne, and do you mind if I call you Phillip?"
"Sanne, most people call me Phil."
"Phil, it is. Now tell me."
"When I was first married, I didn't know anything about sex. That was almost forty years ago. On our wedding night, I discovered that I loved oral sex. I thought the taste of my bride's pussy was the greatest thing ever. I was so disappointed when she told me that it was off limits."
"Mr. Johnstone, Phil, are you saying you haven't eaten pussy since your wedding night?"
I nodded. "My wife thought it was disgusting."
"How sad. Phil, any one of the girls in the parlor would gladly accommodate you, and I assure the price isn't too steep."
"That's only part of it, Sanne, I've watched a lot of porn since Harriet died. I'd like to try being a submissive."
"A submissive pussy eater?"
TO BE CONTINUED
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