Hamburg!

[Lady Harrison-Tench]

Title: Hamburg. (I dunno what else to call it)
Rating: NC-17-R for sexual situations and language
Writer:Lady Harrison-Tench(Emily)

I put on my best outfit. I walked out into the crisp, cool air and took the bus to the Reeperbahn, the naughtiest district in Hamburg. There was a club called the Kaiserkeller, where some friends of mine were. They said there was a good band going. The...Beatles...or something like that. . I got off the bus and started walking. I struggled to remember the directions that my friends told me...
"Down two blocks, to the right...dammit," I muttered to myself, I could see my breath, it was cold. And dark. And lonely. I finally admitted to myself that I was lost. I continued walking, hoping to see someone I knew. All I could hear was a faint drumbeat from the Top Ten club and the sounds of my shoes hitting the pavement. I finally gave up and sat down on the concrete. It was d**n cold. I heard footsteps coming around the corner. A few seconds later, a figure appeared and as it came closer I noticed it was a man smoking a cigarette.
"Sprechenge Englisch?" I said, hoping it would be "Ja."
"Hell yes. Hell yes I speak English. Do you?" The man said, looking grateful to see someone who spoke his native language.
"Yeah, yeah actually, I'm from America," I said shyly.
"Really? I'm from Liverpool, England."
"Gear, hey do you know where the Kaiserkeller is?" I said, looking down at my feet. I was always a bit nervous around new people.
"That dump...oh, yeah, I'm supposed to be there now actually, I snuck out to have a ciggie. I'm in the band called the Beatles."
"Oh! I've heard of you!"
"I'm George." He said smiling and holding out his hand.
"Emily," I shook his hand. It was warm and it felt good on this cold night.
"'ere, lemme walk ya thur." He took my hand and guided me down a few blocks. We walked in and my friends immediately noticed me. The band, ready to play, noticed George.
"C'mon Haz! Put tha bird down and get yer arse up 'ere!!" another Englishman said.
"I-I Gotta go luv...I'll talk to ya later?"
"Yeah...yeah..I'll be here!" George ran onstage.
"Its your number, Haz..." one of the band member whispered to George. He stepped up to the microphone, looked at me, then straight ahead and started singing "Young Blood." I nearly fainted at his voice, it was so, dare I say it, sexy. I was scared to say it, but I wanted him. Bad. George occasionaly glanced over at me and once the bass player had to nudge him in the arm because his solo was coming up. Anyway, the set finally ended, and I stood at the stage steps waiting for George.
"Enjoy tha show?"
"Immensely." George looked down at his feet.
"Luv, do you wanna, go out ta dinner tomorrow night? I'm off."
"Uh...well...I'd love to!!" George took me by the hand and led me to the bus stop. I didn't want to leave him, but I had to go home.
"Tomorrow at 7?"
"Great." I got on the bus and rode home, ecstatic about the next day.

The rest of it got deleted so I will try to re-write it...

[Lady Harrison-Tench]

So, after what seemed like years, ‘7:00 tomorrow’ finally came. I was sitting in the living room reading the newspaper. At 7:01, there was a knock at the door.
“Sorry I’m late,” George said. I giggled.
“No problem,” I offered him to come in.
“No, thanks, luv, I have reservations for a restaurant at 7:30…” I nodded and we went to the bus stop. A bus came and we were on our way. We finally got to the restaurant. It was a fancy place. George told me the name translated to “A Sweet Vineyard” in German. The waiter showed us to our table and we had a seat. I ordered the same as George because I didn’t want to be too hard on his pocketbook. I watched as George looked nervously into his wallet.
“George? Do you have enough? I should have some money in here…”
“No luv, I’ve got it covered.” I nodded. Our food finally came out. George twirled the pasta around on his fork and slurped it into his mouth. So many dirty thoughts were going through my mind, I must have been gaping at him.
“Luv…eat the food…” he chuckled a little.
“Oh..Oh right, the food. Yes.” I ate some pasta and watched George as he struggled with the pesky noodles. Somehow he ended up flicking one onto my dress.
“Oh my god., I’m so…Oh god…” he was blushing cherry red. I just laughed.
“It’s alright George,” I said giggling. “But can I get payback?”
“Payback? H-…” he said right before I flicked a noodle onto his leather jacket, laughing. “Oohhhh…” he burst into laughter as he picked up his fork and flicked another one at me, but I dodged it and it landed on the man who was sitting behind us. Fortunately, he was playful and understanding and flicked it back. We started a small food fight in the restaurant, which in turn got us kicked out. Figures, right? So we ended up sitting on the bench by the bus stop, waiting for the bus to take us back to…wherever we were going to go for the rest of the night. It also figured that I was wearing a short-sleeved dress. I began to shiver.
“You a’right, luv?” George said, looking concerned.
“Y-Yeh…just a b-bit cold…” I said with a small smile.
“Oh, of course ye’ are…look at ye’!” he took off his jacket and gave it to me. Aw, how sweet. The bus finally came, and somehow or another we ended up at Astrid Kutcherr’s flat.
“Here’s where I ‘been stayin’ when I’m off,” he showed me inside and motioned me to sit on the couch. He slyly slid his arm around my shoulders. I grinned.
“So how did ya like tonight? Was it okay?”
“I had a fabulous time.”
“Mmm so did I,” he leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips. “And that made it even better…” I kissed him back. The kisses became faster and more passionate until we broke apart, breathing heavily.
“I….I….,” I tried to speak. George put a finger over my lips and kissed me again once our breath returned to normal. I felt his growing hardness pressing against my thigh. Jesus Christ. He began pulling at the bottom of my shirt before pulling it off. He grinned before engulfing my mouth with another kiss. He began pulling at the pesky bra clasp, I wanted to help him, but it seemed he wanted to do it for himself. He finally got it unfastened and pulled it off slowly, before taking me in visually. I decided I needed to contribute to this too, so I began pulling off his white T-shirt which he had been wearing under his leather jacket. He grinned and moved on to my skirt, he pulled it off quickly and threw it away. He, after much struggle, peeled off my nylons and stared at me wide-eyed before moving a hand toward my underwear. I grabbed his wrist and shook my head.
“Not yet George,” I giggled. “My turn!” I reached for the button on his bulging trousers and impatiently unfastened it. The zipper came down with ease as George let out a soft moan of relief.
“Go ahead, Georgie,” I smiled. He pulled down my underwear and smiled broadly before taking off his own. Unable to resist myself, I gently ran my fingers over his throbbing erection. He let out a moan from his throat that made me shudder. He gently crawled over me.
“George…..?”
“Yeh, luv?” he said between kisses.
“I’ve never…really done anything like this before…,” I said sheepishly.
“Well, luv, neither have I…,” he blushed.
“We’ll…We’ll be okay though…,” he nodded and kissed me gently. Slowly, he slipped a finger inside me. His eyes widened. I gasped.
“Wow…” he whispered. I giggled at his reaction. He smiled and kissed me again before slipping into me. He let out a loud moan. I nuzzled into his neck. There was a sharp pain for the first few minutes, but then it faded into the most magical feeling I could ever experience. George began moving slowly in and out of me, our hips rocking together at a steady pace.
“Oh f**kin ‘ell, babe…” he said huskily before picking up the pace a little. “It feels so good….so, so good.” I pulled him closer and pushed him deeper with each thrust. I craved every inch of him. I moaned his name as I felt him breathing in my ear, moaning with every thrust. He went even faster and his breathing quickened as we both broke a sweat. The noises we were making became louder and we were pushing each other even closer to the edge. He delved deeper as I pulled him closer, digging my nails into his back.
“f**k! Oh Christ babe…Oh…f**kin’ ell!” He yelped as he came hard into me and I began convulsing around his hardness. The convulsions faded, and we lay side by side in complete awe of the pleasure we had just experienced. He pulled a blanket over us both, pulled me close, and kissed me softly on the forehead before drifting into a deep sleep.

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