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A visit to Aarhus 
Transcribed from a Danish e-mail by Jennifer Doalfer 
Copyright 2000 Jennifer Doalfer
(Exhib)

Please note that this story has NOT been written by me. It was written by 
Teddy, a Danish guy I have been-mailing with. I have translated it and 
added a bit to the story, but credit goes to Teddy. You can read more 
about the mails with Teddy on my site at www.asstr.org/~doalfer


A visit to Aarhus, copyright 2000 by Jennifer Doalfer and Teddy

This fantasy assumes that you have come to Aarhus for a visit and that 
you have come here for us to act out the fantasies we have shared via 
emails. Because you are in a city where you are not known, and with me 
who know your desires, you will let go of your inhibitions and accept 
doing things you otherwise would not have done.

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This was only your second day in Aarhus. We had spent the day looking at 
the tourist attractions and already now you wanted to know about the 
other side of Aarhus.

You wanted to see what is was like at night-time. If you expected to find 
the naked girls sitting in the windows offering themselves to tourist, 
you must have been disappointed. We have never had those, they belong to 
Berlin and especially Amsterdam. 

It was a hot night. We had eaten a late meal and strolled around the 
streets of Aarhus, looking at people. Now, after midnight, we entered the 
red light district. Bringing a pretty girl like you in here is a bit like 
bringing ice cubes to Greenland. The hookers are pretty on the main 
street - and expensive. The junkies are down the side roads. Not many 
bring along their own girls.

We visited the sex shops where you studied the toys in details. I could 
see that you got excited from looking at them. Your nipples were 
stretching against the thin fabric of your summer dress as it clung to 
your body in the hot night. It was very obvious that you weren't wearing 
a bra under that thin dress. You drew a lot of attention in the shop, but 
you didn't appear to notice. 

"What are these for?" You wanted to know about the string of balls linked 
together like beads on a necklace. 

I had to look at the size to determine what they were for. "If they are 
the small ones, you put them up your anus before you fuck, and pull them 
out slowly when you come. That is supposed to increase the pleasure. The 
bigger ones you put up your vagina. You can use them even when dressed, 
and as you walk,sit or move, they stimulate your g-spot or whatever, 
making you feel good. By wriggling just a bit in your seat, apparently 
you can sit and bring yourself to climax. It was used by oriental women 
when their men were away for long periods  fighting".

"Would you buy them for me? I am a bit shy about buying these things," 
you asked.

"And when would you like to try them", I asked as I looked you in the 
eyes. 

"As soon as possible," you replied, a bit short of breath.

We bought them, and could have continued buying quite a few other things 
from the shop, but we agreed to keep them for another time. You had 
become aware of male shoppers looking you over,  and you didn't feel 
comfortable checking out the more obvious items while they watched you so 
closely.

I wanted to show you a real live show, but you seemed a bit hesitant, so 
we went to a bar with both male and female strippers, so that we could 
both enjoy the performance. It was very crowded, but we managed to get a 
place at a table right at the front, even though it was a tight squeeze.

I don't know about you, but it didn't take me long to get really excited, 
firstly from looking at the very sexy girls, but secondly from seeing 
your reaction to the male strippers. This wasn't one of those places 
where there is a lot of acting going on up the point when the guy drops 
his g-string, only to quickly disappear. No, in this place the guys dance 
completely naked on the stage and sometimes up on the tables, especially 
when they see pretty girls like you watching them. They usually sport 
semi-erect cocks, and if or when they see somebody they like, they stroke 
themselves to get a full hard on which they show off to the girl, while 
everybody whistles and makes encouraging calls to the girl to touch the 
cock. As you watched this, I watched you, and saw how fascinated you 
were. You were leaning up against me and I could feel your heavy 
breathing.

"Some of those guys have got such large cocks," you breathed into my ear. 
"And they are very good looking, especially the big blond guy over 
there," you said, and pointed to a guy dancing on a table not too far 
away. You snuggled up to me and put a hand on the inside of my thighs as 
you whispered, "I am getting so horny."

I slid a hand up the inside of your leg under the table and you willingly 
moved your legs apart as you clung harder to me, just glancing to the 
side to see how much the guys next to you could see. But he was staring 
at one of the female strippers and paid no attention to us. I undid a 
couple of buttons on your dress so I could get all the way up to your wet 
pants. I rubbed the outside and as you got more excited, I whispered in 
your ear, "Why don't you use those masturbation balls now? Then you can 
sit and get off as you watch these guys."

You looked at me questioningly. "Now? In here? How will I get them up? I 
can't leave you here, I'll never get past all these guys alive if I have 
go to the toilet."

"Do it here," I whispered in your ear and gave it a little bite at the 
same time. You looked puzzled, but not as shocked as I had expected. I 
didn't really think you would do it and I was surprised when you bent 
down to get your handbag. You opened it and looked at the two parcels 
inside. 

"How does this work?" you wanted to know.

"The balls are a tiny bit smaller than table tennis balls; there are four 
of them with about three inches of string between each, and at the end of 
the string is a big ring so you don't loose it all inside you. You just 
slip them in one after the other and make sure you keep the ring outside. 
I can't really tell you what happens after that."

"I can see why this one is only for girls," you said, "but why can't guys 
use the other one?"

"I guess they can - I've never thought about it."

"I'll do it on one condition," you said looking mischievously at me, "and 
that is that you try the other ones tonight when we get back."

"Well, I'll try everything once, and who knows - it might be good."

You looked around a bit, waiting for a time when everybody's attention 
was on the show, then you quickly slipped off your panties and gave them 
to me. They were soaked, but I still put them in my pocket. Lifting the 
balls out of the little pouch you almost dropped them, but managed to 
hold on to the ring. The guy next to you gave you a curious look, but 
couldn't guess what was going on, so he was soon lost in the boobs of a 
nearby black stripper.

You put a leg over one of mine and I squeezed it between my legs as you 
leant back in the seat. Looking down, I could see that when I had undone 
your buttons before, I had actually unbuttoned so far up that I could now 
actually see you slipping the silver balls in one after the other. I 
looked around to see if anybody noticed, but I could only see the people 
next to us, not the tables further up and behind us. Even if somebody had 
been watching you we would  never have known for all the yelling and 
whistling going on. You were finished doing it, but you couldn't help 
touching yourself a bit as you leant back up against me. It was so 
arousing actually being able to see that. I don't know if you were aware 
how exposed you really were, but as you got more excited I got the 
impression that you really didn't care. You were moving now, slowly 
gyrating your bottom on the seat. I whispered in your ear that I wanted 
to know what is was like and you turned sideways for a kiss. You were 
moving around on the seat so much, it was difficult to kiss you. 

"It's fantastic. It's like having a cock inside you all the time, and I 
can decide the movement by just moving myself slightly." You put an arm 
around my neck to pull yourself up for a kiss. I took the opportunity and 
placed a hand on your tits. As you moved around on the seat in more and 
more rhythmic moves, I undid a couple of buttons down the front, so I 
could slip a hand down and play with your nipples. You were going 
frantic, completely forgetting the show, and so was I.

Suddenly somebody was towering over us. I looked up and let go of you as 
I saw it was the big blonde guy who was now  standing on our table. You 
had been right, that was a remarkable size he was stroking just a few 
feet away from your face. You looked up and made an audible gasp as you 
saw what is was that had stopped me, but you couldn't stop moving! I 
released you leg and you sat up straighter, but that just put more 
pressure on the balls inside you. You put your arms on the table as you 
rocked to the music and looked up at the member, and  at that time you 
probably wished that it was up your pussy. At least that's what the look 
at your face said. It was flushed, your hair was dishevelled and you were 
panting. Your dress was half-open at the top, but you didn't notice, you 
were just staring at 10 straight inches of rock-hard meat hanging over 
your head. 

The blond guy kneeled in front of you as he kept stroking his cock. As he 
looked down, I could see that he realised he could see right down your 
open front to your beautiful tits, which were half exposed to the rest of 
us, but from his angle were completely bare. 

"Touch it, touch it, go for it," the crowd yelled, to get you to follow 
the tradition of daring you to touch it, as if you had been the one 
singled out for attention. You couldn't help it, you had to stretch out 
and touch it, that was the tradition and also what everybody could see 
you wanted. It was glistening,  wet with sweat and precome. This guy had 
the hots for you. You used both hands,  one at the root and pulled back 
the skin, while with the other you circled the head with the palm of your 
hand. 

The guy was getting off on this, and so were you. Your bum was sliding 
around on the now wet seat. The guy started to get up but your wouldn't 
let go, and he probably didn't want you to let go either. He grabbed your 
arms and practically lifted you off the seat and up onto the table. When 
he let you down, his cock got under your dress and lifted it up so all 
those of us sitting down close to you could see the bare white stripes, 
on your otherwise lovely tanned bum. You danced a bit like that on the 
table until you realised your naked state. But you didn't mind too much. 
You just pulled down the dress and gave him quick kiss on the mouth and 
asked to be put down again. He did that gracefully, handing you over to 
me again. When you got down you just clung to me, still moving slightly. 
The attention had moved away; now somebody else was grabbing at cocks and 
tits; your 10 seconds of fame was over for the night, but you weren't 
finished yet.

You kissed me, whispering in my ear, "I am so horny, please make me come; 
this feels so good, it gets me so excited, but it doesn't make me come," 
you almost cried. I could hear the frustration and the desperation in 
your voice. You put my hand on your tits again and I undid another button 
so I could watch the nipple out in the open. You groaned as you grabbed 
by cock through my thin summer trousers. I was bursting, we had to leave 
soon or I would explode. I pulled your leg up between mine as before, and 
looked around. The guy to our right had left, and there was a guy and an 
obviously expensive hooker who were busy kissing and groping each other; 
on the other side was another couple, very young, very entangled. At the 
table above us, I could now see that a couple of guys had been watching 
us all evening, but so what, let them enjoy the experience, I thought, as 
I pulled your dress apart, baring your pussy. You were wriggling in the 
seat as I pulled your legs further apart, and grabbed hold of your 
lovebutton, massaging it carefully between my fingers and almost sending 
you right over the edge, just by touching you there. You leant back in 
the seat resting your head on the back of the couch, totally unaware that 
your nipples and tits were totally exposed. I looked up at the guys 
above, who stared at you with open lust and excitement. As I gently 
rubbed you, you were starting to bounce on the seat pushing the balls 
around inside, soon getting completely out of control. I sped up my 
movements to shorten the time you would be so exposed, and soon you 
climaxed in a spasm, which almost bent you double. You grabbed my head 
between your hands and kissed me so long and passionately that I thought 
you would never stop. When you finally quietened down, I buttoned up your 
dress and suggested you remove the balls, but you just shook your head 
and asked for your panties, which you ben down and put on. Without a word 
you grabbed my hand and pulled me up, which was rather awkward with the 
erection I had, and turning around looking at the guys at the table above 
us, you blew them a finger kiss. I guess you knew about them all along.

The night was still young and the red light district far from explored, 
but we both had had enough for the night. Now we both wanted time to be 
only with each other. You fell asleep in my arms on the way home in the 
taxi, and I practically had to carry you up the stairs to my flat. Once 
up there you woke up and I could see from the look on your face that you 
hadn't had enough, and that we had a long night ahead of us.