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As the business meeting wore on, John stared at the yellow legal pad on the conference table and took a few obligatory notes. The person speaking was droning on, and so he took the opportunity to gaze slowly around the long table at the participants. His eye halted on a slender blonde lady. Not wanting to become obvious, he avoided staring did realize that she had triggered a memory from long ago.

With no end in sight for the meeting, John allowed his mind to stroll down Memory Lane. What was the old movie, “Eddie and the Cruisers,” where the lyrics went “There was a time…the world seemed so wild and so free…”? There was a time, long ago, when he had gone to Sweden with a girl who resembled the young lady in the conference room. He began to think about that trip, and how it began. Two young soldiers, himself (John)and Larry, had taken the train from Frankfurt to Hamburg to see the famous Reeperbahn, a center of nightlife.

Hamburg had quite a lengthy tradition of bars, brothels, and dancehalls. The Beatles got their start at the Kaiserkeller there. While sexual freedom was often construed as the central meaning of the Grosse Freiheit, part of that area actually used to belong to Denmark, which had freedom of trade and religion considerably before Germany.

As the train departed Hamburg, the two soldiers were surprised to see it roll onto a ferry. For a century, that was how Copenhagen was reached from that location. Today, however, trains use the Great Belt Fixed Link between Funen and Zealand where Copenhagen reposes.

After John and Larry walked into the Central Station, they went to the American Express counter to confirm their hotel rooms, then found a cab outside. In the taxi, they heard their first taste of Danish music on the radio as Johnny Cash sang “I Walk the Line.” Larry turned to John and said “I feel right at home here.”

As diligent tourists, they saw the superb collection of art in the Statens Museum Kunst and strolled by Amalienborg, the royal palace. Naturally, they had to take the tour to Elsinore to take a look at the setting for Shakespeare’s “Hamlet.” Despite the cold, they walked through Tivoli and then checked “The Little Mermaid,” the sculpture inspired by Hans Christian Anderson’s fairy tale.

At night, they walked to Nyhavn, the old waterfront district with its many and various bars and nightclubs and cafes. In one club, John danced with a svelte blonde from Sweden. She had a friend and Larry danced with her. The girls were heading to Sweden the next morning and invited the two guys to tag along. kızılay escort That was before the engineering marvel of the Oresund Bridge, so the four took the hydrofoil ferry where the boat rose up out of the water at speed. It had a wonderful Smorrebrod offering for lunch; passengers at there and also folded extra in napkins and put snacks for later in coat pockets. In 2021, Green City Ferries of Stockholm unveiled an electric hydrofoil catamaran.

The group toured Malmo, which back then was a wonderful and peaceful town. In recent times, of course, it began to have problems with crime and the cultural integration of immigrants. After making a brief visit to Stockholm with the Swedish girls, the two soldiers pondered their limited time on leave, said “Hejda and Adieu” to their new travel companions, and returned to their hotel near Kongens Nytorv, a public square at the end of the pedestrian street Stroget in Copenhagen.

The following night, they visited a book and magazine shop off their hotel lobby. Sprinkled among the usual newspapers and magazines such as Gemany’s Der Spiegel, they were surprised to see Private, the first all-color porn magazine published in Europe. It just seemed incongruous to them as Americans to see pornographic magazines displayed so openly and in close proximity to “respectable” publications. To seem less vulgar, John purchased a copy of the paper he read most often, the Suddeutsche Zeitung, along with a copy of Private which he planned to use later for masturbatory fodder.

The store clerk asked if he wanted to purchase a ticket to a live sex show which took place weekly in town. Curious, but a bit wary of being hustled, he bought a ticket because Larry had already said he had found a bar he planned to patronize. Later, a walk of just a few blocks brought him to the address, where he found a building seemingly designed for large conferences. He produced the ticket and was ushered into a large room with chairs arranged around a makeshift “stage” with four mattresses on the floor and some benches nearby.

As the lights dimmed, a girl with dark hair entered and began a fairly standard striptease show. There were about 80 paying customers watching as the place reached capacity. The audience included a number of single women, the expected percentage of single men, and a good quantity of couples who were apparently out for a little “walk on the wild side.”

The girl slowly removed her bra, and began teasing her nipples until they were erect. John was in kolej escort a seat on the far left of the semi-circle, and Larry was far off on the other side because the tickets had not been in numerical sequence. John was actually glad for that distance because he wanted to focus full attention on the show.

The girl sat on the bench, and began touching herself. John couldn’t help but reach under his coat in imitation. The girl’s fingers danced over the little thong, teasing herself and her viewers. John wondered if she had thought about this moment as she drove to do the show — knowing she would touch herself so salaciously as people watched.

She had a tiny “landing strip” of pubic hair, and she pulled it slightly as she played, slowly turning herself on as the audience watched intently. The little landing strip was just a visual tease. It concealed nothing, and the audience could see her shaven lips, which were gleaming. John thought that she was an exhibitionist, liked being watched, and liked knowing she was exciting the paying customers.

She produced a white vibrator and turned it on. The hum was steady, until it was muted slightly as the vibrator made contact with her shaved lips. The girl’s eyes were heavy with lust. As the vibrator did its work, she moaned slightly, her eyes narrowed, feeling the pleasure.

Internet users often mention “edging” while reading or watching porn — a method of slowly building and maintaining pleasure. Tantra practitioners prolong intercourse and masturbation too — enhancing and extending their pleasure.

The male-female couples in the audience were watching, but also touching each other. Some were doing it covertly, but others seemed to enjoy being watched by the other customers near them. There were plenty of long coats in the audience — it was a cold climate after all — and there was plenty of activity beneath those coats.

The girl doing the show stood up, still using the vibrator on herself, and walked so that various men in the audience could see her very closely. She even handed some of the men her toy and had them use it on her. Soon, gasping, she achieved her orgasm, bowed to polite applause, and retreated from the “stage” area.

Two girls then appeared to commence the next phase of the show. It was a fairly standard lesbian act of the sort which hetero women might not like but which hetero men adored. For a straight male, a lesbian show was like the old chewing cum commercial of “Double your pleasure, double your fun.” maltepe escort John had once looked that up, and Wrigley’s started using the “Doublemint Twins” in 1939 in commercials.

The girls assumed a classic “69” position. This was good for viewing angles because audience members got to see both the giving and receiving of pleasure. When their moans of pleasure subsided, a male-female act began.

A girl of about 24 entered, and sat down in a chair. Her male partner came in, began to kneel before her, and started kissing her legs, moving toward her inner thighs, and then to that soft and sensitive skin just next to the front of her thong. The girl gasped as she received the public pleasure. At last she stood, slowly removed her thong, sat down, and slightly spread her legs so the audience could see.

She was waxed smooth, completely exposed, and every male in the audience wanted to lick her. Her male partner was lucky enough to have the chance to do just that, and she writhed on his tongue with the eyes of the audience upon her. He then took her place on the chair while she sucked him. She would stop, now and then, look at some guy in the audience, smile a bit, and then kiss the testicles of her male partner.

Soon she climbed up, impaled herself on his erection while facing him, and her hips bounced as the audience saw her move up and down. The man’s handled fondled her hips, squeezing and gripping them. Their intercourse was prolonged, but eventually she knelt before him and licked until semen was dripping down her face.

As that segment of the show ended, all the actors took the stage, and a mini-orgy unfolded. They seemed like students or young professionals earning a little extra cash while having a lot of fun. Whatever their circumstances, they were certainly enjoying their youth.

The girl from the first act was back again, riding “cowgirl” on a guy, his organ visible to the audience as it moved in and out of her. She was gasping, fingers clenched, eyes closed. The male actor had oiled one of his fingers and was giving her a bit of anal fingering as she was being pounded. Poor girl, receiving all that pleasure while being watched by horny audience members. That thought made John ejaculate, and he realized while shuddering to climax that he would have to find the hotel washer and dryer for some of his clothing.

“What is your opinion?” Suddenly, John realized that he was in the conference room, that he was not at a sex show in Copenhagen, and that some rational response from him was needed. He paused and said gravely “I want to consider the entire matter a bit further, but will email you early tomorrow morning.” That let him off the hook and they went on around the table.

But he smiled inwardly and wondered what the other participants in the meeting would have thought had they known the images of debauchery which had been whirling in his head.

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