1. One Night in Copenhagen


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

    put it in the closet along with her down vest, then went into the kitchen while I walked around the small apartment, noticing the cello leaning against the wall, a music stand, a pile of music scores on the floor, a large, comfortable looking green couch, a rocking chair, a small dining table with flowers. I looked at the photographs on the wall, seeing a picture of her farm, another with two people I assumed were her parents and a photograph of Birgit when she about fifteen, wearing a short flowery sundress, boots to her knees and looking beautiful with her long blonde hair. She hasn’t really changed that much, just older, I thought while hearing her humming in the kitchen. When I walked into the tiny kitchen, I saw the pie on the counter while she was making coffee. “That pie looks delicious.” “Thank you.” She smiled then turned and reached for two mugs and I loved how her jeans strained her ass. What a luscious ass. What a beautiful, sexy woman. She poured the coffee and handed me a mug. “I think you will like the service here. Go, sit and I will bring you the pie.” When I sat down, I took a sip of the coffee and noticed it tasted delicious but unusual. She came and sat down next to me, handed me a large slice of pie, “Here you are, hungry man.” She smiled and looked at me over the rim of her mug. What did she mean I would like the service here? Is she teasing me? “This coffee is delicious but it has an unusual taste.” I took another sip, savoring it. “Cinnamon, I always ...
    put cinnamon in my coffee, I’m glad you like it,” she said then leaned forward and put her hand on mine and smiled. “I like you. I am enjoying getting to know you.” “Thank you. I’m glad you caught me sneaking food earlier.” “I am too.” She took a sip of her coffee then squeezed my hand. We were both silent, then she took a deep breath then said something that startled me. “We will only have tonight.” “What are you saying?” “I’m saying I don’t want to fall in love. I don’t want to be hurt when you leave for America. After tonight, you will go your way and I will go mine.” I nodded and understood. She lifted my hand to her lips and kissed it. I looked at her watery blue eyes and knew she was holding back tears which also welled up in me. She’s so beautiful and wonderful. I took a deep breath and for what seemed like the longest minute, we were quiet, just looking at each other, both of us knowing we wanted this night to be special. I remembered how she said since breaking up with her boy friend she just wants to live in the present. She wanted to have fun, but I could tell she was yearning for more and that what began as a casual conversation in a café could become a lot more if we let it. Just as I finished my slice of pie and wanting to change to mood, I glanced over at her cello. “The cello is one of my favorite instruments. I love the sound. Sometimes it sounds like a wise old man speaking to me.” “Would you like to hear me play something for you, even though I am not a wise ...
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