1. One Night in Copenhagen


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

    and roll on your cello.” “Okay, but let me buy you a meal and we can chat,” she said. “You look like a hungry man,” she added, somewhat coyly and I sensed something was going on between us. Is she teasing me? I couldn’t stop looking at her deep blue eyes, the way they sparkled and though I tried, I couldn’t help glancing at the way her breasts strained her tight sweater. I can't believe this is happening. “Thank you, I am a hungry man.” I knew she saw where I was looking and noticed her slight smile as if she didn’t mind. Does she live nearby? Maybe she’ll invite me to her place. Birgit called the waitress over while I glanced up at the blackboard listing the food. I knew I wanted more French fries and a hot roast beef sandwich with gravy, while Birgit ordered a Greek salad with feta cheese. “Thank you for treating me. I don’t remember the last time I had roast beef.” “I haven’t had roast beef in years. I’m a vegetarian.” “Really, that’s interesting. I tried being a vegetarian but didn’t make it. I like a good steak once in a while.” “I grew up on a farm and we ate meat, but when I was a teen decided I didn’t like the idea of eating an animal.” “I understand, but maybe you can answer a question.” “What,” she asked, sipping her coffee, looking at me over the rim of her mug. “Well, I know that people who eat only vegetables are called vegetarians, but I can’t figure out why cannibals, who eat humans, are not called humanitarians.” She almost spit the coffee out of her mouth, ...
    laughing. “Good question.” She picked up a napkin to wipe her lips. When our food came, I thanked her again and we both began eating, talking and our conversation flowed. I told her why I dropped out of college, got the job on the freighter and wanted to experience harsh reality and one day I would write about it. She asked me my plans, how long I planned to be in Copenhagen. I told her I wasn’t sure. My brother was getting married in two months and soon I was going to go down to Hamburg to see if I could hop a freighter back home but didn’t have any money. “Oh, so you will be leaving soon.” She sat back in her chair and narrowed her eyes and I could tell she was thinking about what I had said. Both of us were silent, but gazed into each other’s eyes. Why is she looking at me? What’s she thinking? Damn, she’s pretty. I wish I wasn’t so fucking shy. Will she invite me to her place? She started telling me about growing up on the farm, how she loved taking care of the chickens and they grew most of their own food, how she went to a small local school, then to the university where not only the tuition is paid, but she is given a small apartment and a stipend, so she doesn’t need to work. “Wow, that’s so cool. I didn’t know that. That’s not the way it is in the states, but it should be.” “Well, we pay high taxes but then everyone benefits,” she said. “No medical bills, financial help if you are injured, free college and a lot more.” “Sounds like a win, win situation. I like that.” ...
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