1. One Night in Copenhagen


    Date: 2/25/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    breasts in the tight sweater and the way her long straight blonde hair fell well below her shoulders. “No, I don’t mind, though I admit, it’s not the best way to meet someone.” “Well, I liked watching you eat. l never saw anyone do what you did.” “It’s not my favorite thing to do, but I was hungry and broke.” I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her smiling blue eyes and her breasts straining her sweater. “So you’ve done this before,” she said, an amused look on her face. “Yes, it’s surprising what people leave. I could have gone for a few more French fries though.” She laughed and reached across the table to shake my hand. “I’m Birgit.” “Peter,” I responded, taking her hand, “Glad to meet you. Are you Danish?” “Yes, I grew up on a dairy farm not far from here. I go to the university.” “Oh yes, the university, I have eaten there. A student I know gave me some meal tickets. I lucked out because it was all you can eat, but my month of tickets expired.” “You did luck out.” She sat back and looked at me, her eyebrows scrunched as if puzzled. “I’m curious. You look interesting. I can see you’re American, but why are you here? Why are you broke? Don’t Americans have a lot of money?” “Some do, but most people struggle to get by. You probably know America from Hollywood movies. It’s not really like that.” “I love American movies and also your music,” she said. “I’m a musician, but I play the cello. My music is very different from rock and roll, but I love Elvis and Buddy Holly and ...
    actually sometimes, play along with the records I have.” “You play rock and roll on your cello?” “Yes, I like letting go and just get into the rhythm, its fun, but very different than the music I play with the string quartet I’m in, or the university orchestra.” She glanced down at the book I had placed on the table while I was sneaking the food. “Nietzsche,” she said, nodding. “I’ve heard of him.” I glanced down at the Portable Nietzsche, a book I had picked up on one of the docks somewhere. Often, in many of the ports, men had tables with books that I was able to trade for a pair of socks or underwear. I ended up with a suitcase full of books and very little clothes. “Yes, I was just reading his Birth of Tragedy. I opened to the page I had been reading earlier but rather than read it I said, “It’s really interesting. He says truth is whatever is life-affirming and that anything that denies or impedes growth is false.” “That’s interesting. I didn’t expect to be getting a philosophy lesson when I saw you sneaking food, but I like that.” “Well, I didn’t expect to be caught and have you join me, so we’re even.” I sat back and looked at her across from me. I can’t believe how beautiful and sexy she is. “So, what’s your story,” she asked, leaning forward. She spoke perfect English, but I could detect her accent and found it appealing. “I’ll tell you mine, if you tell me yours. You seem like an interesting person, coming over after catching me eating someone else's food and you play rock ...
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