I sipped my whiskey, feeling the amber liquid burn its way down my throat as I scanned the Amsterdam club. The sign above the entrance read "Nyx" in bold letters, and the crowd inside lived up to its promise of a sultry, seductive 'gay night.' I ended up here out of the blue. Curiosity got the best of me as I explored the city's canals on my day off.

Nyx was a mix of old and new, I guess, rustic but modern strobing lights pulsing in time with the music. The smell was a wild combo of sex and smoke, making me all woozy. I had been to my fair share of dives back in the States, but there was something uniquely Dutch about this place–the way the patrons seemed to own the space, their confidence and comfort with each other radiating like a warm glow.

As I nursed my drink, a few girls caught my eye, their interest in me written all over their faces. One, a striking brunette with a tiny nose ring, sidled up to me, launching into a rapid-fire Dutch conversation that left me baffled. I shook my head, a polite smile plastered on my face.

"Sorry, geen Nederlands," I said, trying to convey that I could not understand her. The brunette pouted, undeterred, but another girl, a petite blonde with a sly grin, edged in beside her.

"Je spreekt geen Nederlands?" the blonde asked, her eyes sparkling with amusement. I shook my head again, and she launched into a second attempt at conversation, this time slower and more deliberate. I shrugged, holding up my hands in a "sorry nada" gesture. The blonde laughed, undaunted, and I found myself smiling back at her.

"You're not from around here, are you?" she asked, her Dutch accent thick and seductive.

"No," I replied, trying to sound casual despite the flutter in my chest. "Just passing through."

The blonde's eyes narrowed, her gaze roaming over me with a practiced air. "What brings you to Amsterdam, then?"

The woman's gaze made me feel like a specimen under a microscope, and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. "Just on leave from the Navy," I said, trying to brush off the attention. "Stationed here for a bit."

The blonde's eyes lit up, and she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Ah, a sailor! I love the uniform." She reached out, running a finger over the collar of my jacket, and I felt goosebumps forming at her touch.

I pulled back, trying to keep some distance between us. "I'm not in uniform tonight," I said, laughing it off. "I'm just... looking, I guess."

The blonde pouted, but she didn't back off. "Looking, huh? What do you do when you're not on leave?" She seemed to be probing for something, but I wasn't sure what.

I shrugged, trying to keep the conversation light. "Just the usual... Patrols, training exercises...you know."

The blonde leaned in closer, her breath hot against my ear. "I'm Sabine," she whispered, her name rolling off her tongue like honey.

I took a step back, trying to get a better look at her in the dim light of the club. She was shorter than me, her blonde hair cropped close to her head in a messy pixie cut that suited her angular features. Her eyes were a bright, startling green, framed by long lashes that seemed to flutter with every blink. She had a smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks, giving her a youthful, almost innocent look that was at odds with the challenging glint in her eye.

She wore a tight black tank top that hugged her lean frame, showing off the toned muscles of her arms and shoulders. Her jeans ripped at the knees and slung low on her hips, a pair of scuffed black boots on her feet. She looked like she'd just stepped out of a Calvin Klein ad, all sharp edges and androgynous appeal.

I felt a tug of attraction low in my gut, something I hadn't felt in a long time. It was a strange sensation, one I wasn't quite sure what to do with. I had a boyfriend for years and I loved him very much, but Sabine... Sabine was something else entirely, a forbidden treat for lack of a better word.

Realizing I had been staring, I glanced away, clearing my throat. "I'm Danni," I said, offering her my hand. "Nice to meet you."

Sabine took my hand in hers, her grip firm and warm. Her fingers were calloused as if she worked with her hands, making me wonder what she did for a living. She held onto me for a beat too long, her thumb brushing over the back of my hand in a way that sent shivers up my spine.

"Daniela," she repeated, guessing my full name, sounding like music in her accented English. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Raising an eyebrow as Sabine chatted with me, her words dripping with flirty undertones. I couldn't help but think she was way too young for my 35-year-old self. I had always been into older people in general, but there was something about Sabine's spunky energy that made me feel like I was stuck in a time warp.

As we bantered back and forth, Sabine leaned in closer, her hazel eyes sparkling with something else. I felt a flutter in my chest, but I tried to brush it off as a mere curiosity. After all, I had seen my fair share of charming women on leave.

Just as I was starting to feel like I was getting into the zone, Sabine's words caught me off guard. "Let's get some fresh air," she said, her voice husky and inviting.

I hesitated for a split second, unsure of what to do. And then, stupidly, I opened my mouth and said, "Oh, no, I don't smoke."

Sabine laughed a throaty sound that made my heart skip a beat. "Me neither. Let's go," she said, already standing up and gesturing for me to follow her.

I looked around the crowded club, feeling a bit self-conscious about making a scene. But Sabine's relaxed enthusiasm was infectious, and I found myself nodding along, willing to follow her out into the night.

I stepped out of the club with Sabine, the cool night air a welcome respite from the sweltering heat inside. We crossed the street, the very few overhead lights casting a warm glow over the paved ground. I felt a bit self-conscious about leaving the club with a girl I'd just met, but Sabine seemed to know exactly where she was going.

As we turned the corner, I let Sabine lead me through the narrow sidestreet, the graffiti-covered walls blurring together as we walked.

Sabine's grip on my hand tightened, her fingers intertwining with mine in a way that felt almost possessive. I felt a flutter in my chest as she pulled me toward a metal door to a small courtyard or something. The door was old and rusty, with a sort of stop sign at the bottom, heavily graffitied.

We stopped in front of the door, Sabine's hand still wrapped around mine. She turned to me, her eyes sparkling in the faint light of a flickering headlamp over our heads.

Sabine sidled up close to me, her hip brushing against mine. I didn't move, unsure of what to do. And then, before I could react, her lips were on mine.

The kiss was brief, but her intention was clear. She pulled back, a wanting glint in her eye. "Hmm, just as I thought," she said, her voice husky.

I was speechless, my mind racing with a jumble of emotions. I had expected her to be confident, but this was a whole different level. Surprised, my usual cool exterior abandoned me in the face of her boldness.

Sabine's eyes sparkled with amusement as she gazed up at me, her hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair out of my face. Her touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt my heart rate pick up.

And then, without warning, her hand was on my hip, her fingers digging gently into the fabric of my jacket. I felt my body responding in a completely involuntary way.

I was frozen, unsure of what to do. But Sabine just smiled, her eyes never leaving mine.

"You are so cute," she whispered, before kissing me. This time, it was softer, more gentle. I couldn't help but smile, my defenses melting away.

As we broke apart for air, Sabine leaned in. Her eyes were already teasing me, without me knowing what she was about to say.

"Want me to go down on you?" she asked.

I was shocked, to say the least. Never had I ever moved at a speed like this, not with a girl at least. I had always been the one to take things slow, to get to know someone before things got too intense. But Sabine was different. She was like a whirlwind, sweeping me up in her wake.

I looked at her, my mind reeling with questions. What was I doing? Was I really considering this? I thought about my boyfriend back home, about the long-distance relationship we'd been trying to make work. But this Dutch girl's eyes were on me, her gaze piercing, and I felt like I was drowning in them.

I shook my head, trying to clear the fog from my mind. "I... I don't know," I stammered, feeling like a fool.

Sabine's grin only grew wider. "Come on, Danni," she said, her voice dripping with persuasion. "I've got skills, you know."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite myself. "Here?"

Sabine leaned in, her voice taking on a husky tone. Her breath tickled my ear as she whispered, "Here!"

I felt a flush creeping up my neck, my heart pounding in my chest. This was madness. I knew it. But the way Sabine looked at me, the way she touched me... I couldn't resist.

Sabine's fingers deftly worked the buttons of my jeans, each one popping open with a soft whisper. I felt a surge of excitement and fear course through my veins at the same time as I watched her, captivated by the intensity in her eyes. I could feel the heat rising between us, the anticipation building with every passing second.

She paused, her fingers grazing the skin just above my waistband. She looked up at me, her eyes smoldering with a mix of desire and confidence. I felt my breath catch in my throat as she smiled, her lips curving into a seductive grin.

In one smooth motion, Sabine slid down my body, her hands trailing down my sides as she went. I felt my shirt rise, exposing my stomach to the cool night air. I shivered, but not from the cold.

Sabine's lips brushed against my belly, her kisses soft and teasing. I felt my muscles tense, my body responding to her touch in ways I hadn't anticipated. She tugged at my pants, guiding them down over my hips with a gentle but insistent pull.

As my pants slid down my legs, I felt a rush of cold air against my most sensitive skin. I shivered, my nerves on high alert, every sensation amplified a thousandfold. And then, just as quickly as the cold had come, it was replaced by the warmth of Sabine's mouth.

She kissed me through my panties, her lips soft and insistent against my most intimate places. I felt a moan escape my lips, my body arching towards her of its own accord.

As I watched with bated breath, Sabine hooked her fingers around the waistband of my panties. With a tantalizing slowness, she began to tug them down.

I held my breath as she took a good look at my sex and licked her lips with an almost predatory smile.

Then she leaned forward and gently blew against me, sending shivers up my spine. The soft puff of breath was enough to make me squirm under her attentive gaze.

With a slight parting of her lips, a wave of excitement washed over me as she leaned closer for the first delicate lick.

Sabine seemed to savor the taste of me, her mouth moving hungrily over my skin, teasing and tasting until we both smiled at each other, recognizing the situation we were in.

As Sabine moved her mouth over me and our gazes met, I couldn't help but chuckle softly, a sudden burst of laughter bubbling up inside of me. It was the absurdity of the situation.

"You know," I said between breaths, "this is crazy."

Sabine paused, her lips hovering over my sex as she looked up at me, looking cute as hell. She seemed to be sure of herself. "Crazy good?" Sabine asked with a grin, her voice husky and sultry as she planted a kiss on my southern lips.

I bit my lip, knowing it was too late to stop this crazy train. I was ready to see where things led.

"Crazy good," I admitted with a laugh, feeling my cheeks flush at my own words.

With a wicked grin, Sabine leaned in again, her mouth enveloping me in a way that sent shivers up my spine. Her tongue danced against me, teasing and tasting every inch of me until I could feel my breath coming in gasps, each one more ragged than the last.

I lost myself in the sensation, my mind consumed by the feel of her mouth on me. All thoughts of hesitation, or doubt, vanished like smoke in the wind. At that moment, there was nothing but that Dutch girl Sabine and the incredible things she was doing to me.

I reached down, tangling my fingers in her hair, urging her on as she licked and sucked, her mouth working magic on my most sensitive areas. I felt the tension building, coiling deep within me, a spring winding tighter and tighter with every passing second.

And then, just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, she pulled back, her eyes locking with mine as she slowly slid one, then two of her delicate fingers inside me. I gasped, my body clenching around her, desperate for more.

Her smile promised all sorts of delightful things to come. And then she began to move, her fingers sliding in and out, her mouth descending once more to continue its exquisite work. Making me almost cry out in pleasure as she curled her fingers inside of me, hitting the spot.

I could feel the pressure building inside me as Sabine's tongue worked its magic. My legs trembled, threatening to give out at any moment. But I didn't care. All that mattered was the incredible sensation of her mouth on me, her fingers pumping in and out, driving me wild with desire.

I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back the tide. But it was no use. Sabine was too good, her touch too skilled. I could feel myself teetering on the edge, my body coiled like a spring ready to snap.

And then, with a final flick of her tongue, I lost control. I cried out, my hips bucking wildly as I came hard, losing all control. I held Sabine's head in place, my fingers tangled in her hair, as I rode out the waves of my climax.

Sabine never faltered, her mouth working me through my orgasm, drawing out every last drop of pleasure. I felt like I was drowning in sensation, my body awash in ecstasy.

As the last tremors faded, I released my grip on her hair, my arms falling limply to my sides.

Sabine pulled back, her lips glistening with my juices. She smiled up at me, a satisfied grin on her face. "Crazy good!" she purred, her voice thick with lust.

I couldn't help but chuckle at her words. "You sure were," I agreed, grinning back at her. Her grin was so smug, it was kind of adorable.

Catching my breath still, I watched Sabine stand up, her legs slightly unsteady from the effort she'd just put in. She brushed herself off, a triumphant smirk on her face as she looked me over, her eyes glowing almost. Her hair, tousled, framing her face in a way that made her look even more wild and untamed.

The rusty metal door creaked when her body pressed against mine. She brushed her lips against my own, making sure I could taste myself on them.

I couldn't help but enjoy the lingering flavor of my own arousal. It was strange, yet oddly erotic, like a secret shared between just the two of us. The warmth of her body pressed against me, the cold metal of the door at my back, the trembling in my legs from the intensity of my orgasm - all of it blended into a heady cocktail of sensation.

Still reeling from what had just transpired, my mind began to toy with the idea of getting even. The image of me on my knees, returning the favor, flashed through my mind. The idea of tasting her, of making her squirm and moan the way she had done to me, was unexpectedly enticing.

But before I could finish my thought, Sabine broke the kiss.

"Je maakt me wild," she whispered, her hands roaming over my body. "I could eat you out for hours."

Her words hit their mark, as I felt her hand roaming the outline of my breasts, making me moan in need. Sabine leaned in closer, her breath warm against my neck, her fingers tracing the sensitive spot just above my collarbone.

"Would you like to see my place?" She whispered, with her hand reaching behind my back, opening the Metal gate…