Random encounter

Whatever happened to common sense? Sometime in summer Paul (#33 or #34, not sure at the moment, the one I jerked off in a courtyard in August; please see 'I just pick my cherry' for further reading) and I had arranged to meet at the Max & Moritz, a club here in Munich at a certain time on a Tuesday. Which is a pretty daft arrangement, how are you supposed to find someone (short and skinny) in a crowded basement club where no-one's phone works?! I was there pretty much bang on time and spent half an hour looking for the guy before accepting defeat and plotting what I should do with my time then (I was already with Colin #30, my 'boyfriend', and it would've been most suspicious had I returned home straight away) and very obviously, I decided to go kill some time in Kilian's.

At the bar I was halfway through my second pint and thinking it was save to go home, when an 50-ish average looking grey-haired business-type sidled up next to me to place an order. Almost immediately, he struck up a conversation with me in English and his somewhat poor accent made me ask where he was from. He was Dutch! That made him a lot more attractive to me, because, as I forever keep on saying, I absolutely adore the Dutch. Mostly because of their utterly irresistable accents when they speak English and they're so tall, average height for men in the Netherlands is 6'1", and somehow a lot of them seem to be above average handsome. Although this Dutchman, Joop, was 'only' around 5'11". As far as my recollection goes, he worked for the Allianz, was from Rotterdam and in Munich on business. From my side there was no intention to spend the night with him but when he mentioned that he was staying in the Bayrischer Hof (the nicest hotel in Munich) my brain went Ker-Ching! and I decided that i definitely wanted to spend the night with him, just for the sake of being able to stay in said hotel. I was pretty plastered when we went there, but naturally it didn't stop me from raiding the mini-bar. We didn't have sex though, I still had an inflamed bladder from my date with Søren (yes! Meeting him did work out eventually! And he was divine! I'll post his story soon) but Joop did go down on me for ages and in the end I even came, it wasn't a great orgasm, since I was so tired and emotional, but OK nonetheless. We went to sleep, the next day I made use of the gorgeous marble shower, bade Joop good-bye and went home and that was that.