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Desc: Sex Story: Rick and Mieke travel to Amsterdam and meet up with a very unusual... woman?

Note: This story evolves around a "shemale" so there is some bi-sexuality in the telling of this tale. If that's not your cup of tea, then please, don't bother reading it. Thank you.

My wife and I had flown over from the states to visit with her parents who lived there. I had been there once before, for a quick brief visit so I knew a little of the touristy area. On this trip however, I got to see a lot more of the wilder side of Amsterdam, which for me was an eye opening experience.

Mieke, my wife was a fiery redhead. Great tits, the kind you could get lost in, and play with for hours. Something she didn't at all mind my doing either. Self assured, confident and certainly friendly, she made it a lot easier for me to feel comfortable in a strange place, obviously knowing her way around, and fluent in the language.

We'd decided to first stop in to what's called a "coffee shop", though to be honest, I don't remember if they even served coffee there. We'd found a comfortable booth, enjoyed a nice mellow smoke together which soon had my head buzzing in delight, and then set off to browse the red-light district just for the fun of it. Walking down row after row, peering into windows were the local girls stood letting you get a good look at them was an interesting experience. Most of whom I actually did find reasonably attractive. Several of which were flirtatious and at times even funny as they tried wooing both my wife and I into their rooms for some adventure. Eventually however, having done a considerable amount of so called window-shopping, I was reasonably aroused, as was my wife. We then decided to take in one of several live sex shows that were dotted here and there within the district. I had never been to one of course, and was now curious about it. Actually watching performers engage in real sex on stage was a pretty fucking erotic experience. I'd always been a bit of a voyeur anyway, not to mention somewhat of an exhibitionist, so the opportunity to sit down in a comfortable, relaxed atmosphere and actually watch someone else having sex, was right up my alley.

By the time we came out from the theatre, I was about ready to bust a nut, my erection almost painfully pressed within my jeans making it not only awkward, but very difficult to walk. When Mieke suggested we go inside to a nearby pub for a pint, I was all for it. Just sitting down, giving my prick some time to get flaccid again seemed like a really good idea at the time.

The place was pretty well packed and it was still early yet. But we eventually managed to slip into the only remaining booth available, ordered our drinks, and then sat back to enjoy the typical Dutch atmosphere and amusements from the average working populace that came in here at the end of the day for a good stiff drink after work. We'd just ordered our second drinks, my cock finally softening enough that I felt like we could go out, walk about again though our next intended stop was to be the world famous sex museum they had there. I knew by the end of the evening, especially after having taken that in, I'd be randy enough to fuck a mule. Luckily for me however, I had a hot sexy wife that was more than willing to do just that so that I wouldn't have to.

It was at that particular moment that I glanced up as the door to the pub opened and a rather attractive woman came walking in.

"Mieke? Doesn't she look familiar?" I asked. I knew I had seen her somewhere before, and then it hit me, just as Mieke laughed, already knowing where we had.

"Yes honey, she's the one we stood looking at the longest, remember?" Now in fact, I did. She had long dark hair that fell well down to the middle of her back, long natural eyelashes, and a full set of very sensual looking lips. The thing that had perhaps attracted us both about her the most was that she didn't look typically slutty, even in the window as she attempted to entice us into coming in. Now, here in the pub, she looked even more natural, like any typical attractive looking woman just on her way home from work.

As busy as the place was, she stood looking around for a place to sit. At that moment, she spotted Mieke and I sitting alone in a booth meant to seat four, and came walking over. By the smile on her face, she had recognized us as well.

"Mind if I join you?" She asked. We didn't mind it at all, inviting her to sit as she ordered her drink, and then spoke with us unlike before. Through the window, all we'd been able to do was basically smile at one another, make hand gestures, and basically flirt and tease one another. Mieke and I had even briefly discussed the possibility of going in and negotiating with her for some quick fun amongst the three of us. But as we didn't have a whole lot of available cash on us at the time, we decided that thirty minutes of naughty pleasure would have cut our evening far shorter than either one of us would have preferred. Now we sat actually conversing with her without hand signals or smiles, though there were still plenty of those to go around too as she found out only then we'd come over from the States, though as I'd said, Mieke had herself grown up there in the Nederland's.

She had soon after introduced herself as Kim. I had taken in the fact that she was dressed somewhat demurely, not at all in the typical way one might expect for a girl working the red light district. She wore a lightweight pullover sweater. And though it was semi low cut in front, showing off an ample amount of cleavage, along with a short skirt that wasn't obscenely too short even for Amsterdam, she looked like any other normal working class person you might run into there on the streets. The fact she had teased Mieke and I both with a peek at her full breasts, which looked a lot like my wife's had been an enticing invitation, which had been the catalyst for standing there discussing the possibility of actually going in before we took accounting of our current finances and decided otherwise.

Kim was fun and interesting to talk to, telling us about her work and some of the more amusing situations she had been in while working there. At one point, she had even dropped her hand down on my upper thigh briefly as we sat there together in the booth, chatting away amiably about how Mieke and I had first met, eventually her coming over to join me in the States, getting married, and a little about herself growing up here. We decided to stay and have one more glass of beer with her before moving on to the museum, but I also knew I needed to use the toilet before I could, which quickly became the consensus for all of us. As crowed as the place still was however, we knew we needed someone to guard our table while we took turns peeing. As Kim now sat on one end, she excused herself first. I figured Mieke would slide out the other way and go with her, but she sat waiting until after Kim had left.

"Interesting character isn't she?" I stated, having thoroughly enjoyed our conversation with her up to that point.

"You might could say that," Mieke mused smiling with her eyes at me. "You do know ... she's a shemale don't you?"

You could have seriously knocked me over with a feather. The reason for that was, I wasn't exactly a novice when it came to knowing, or having seen so called shemales before in my lifetime. I'd seen a few in photos and magazines, and had on occasion actually watched a few porn movies. But there had always been something about each of them that had been a dead giveaway. Not that I hadn't found a few of them actually attractive even realizing what they were. But this was the first time I'd honestly been fooled. Not only had her breasts looked very natural, which even Mieke told me she'd found to be as well, but her voice hadn't hinted at any sort of masculinity in it whatsoever. There was no high pitched falsetto, from a man trying to sound like a woman, nor was there a deeper than normal voice coming out of her as a woman either. Even her facial features were all woman, and like I said, attractive as hell. Had we not seen her in the window earlier, I wouldn't have given it another thought.

"Are you sure?" I asked still having difficulty believing it. Mieke laughed.

"Well for one thing Rick, she has an Adams apple. And for another, she went into the men's room ... not the women's!"

I hadn't watched her do that for one thing, but I certainly hadn't spotted any Adam's apple either, though I now realized, that's not what I'd been looking at most of the time we'd been sitting there. Curious, I stood and made my way towards the toilet just as Kim came out, smiling as she did passing me on her way back to our table. I smiled back, though now feeling a bit foolish obviously surprised by this revelation. By the time I returned, Mieke had gotten up and was using the women's toilet, leaving Kim and I to sit there alone together.

"So, what are your plans for the rest of the evening?" She asked. I then told her how Mieke and I had planned to next walk down the street and take in the sex museum. Kim proceeded to fill me in on some of the wilder things we would find there when we did, and gave me some directions on some of the best areas to take a look at, especially as there was so much to see, and it was easy to overlook a great many of them. She then said she had a flat just around the corner from there, and as we'd now all finished our drinks, she'd walk with us towards the museum as it was on her way home.

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