I had already visited France and Belgium as a k**,the only closest place to the UK was Holland.So I packed my bags and set off.Having just broken off ...ith my girlfriend I was in need in some company,Dutch girls wouldn't come near you,if you were low on cash. After spending the day visiting the city I was bored to spend the night all alone in a romantic sexy city, so I decided to wander around and waste time on Tinder dates which were indeed just a waste of money.It was around 10 pm Saturday and. After about five minutes of her flipping her hair and throwing her breast into his face she swayed back to us shaking her ass in her black string bikini. I looked up and saw him watching her walk away. The same look of lust that all men have after they talk to her. I was kinda upset seeing as though I had my eye on him for a while. He was always so nice and always smiled at me when he saw me. Maybe it was just his way of being friendly but I always thought that one day I would get a chance but. He called back saying he couldn't find her. I threw on my clothes and drove to the bar and went down every street and alleyway until I found her curled up next to a dumpster sobbing. She made herself so small I nearly passed her. I got out and sat beside her, letting her be alone with her pain, but letting her know I'd share it when she was ready, not with words, just sitting there patiently until she acknowledged me. It was hard not to hold her, but I resisted. I don't know how long I sat with. I decided it might be time to get out of there and off we went back to my place. At the front door as I paused to search for my keys she thrw her arms around my shoulders and kissed me then leened back and looked at me smiling with a her eyes sl**py and d***k. I looked at her for a moment and forgetting the fact we were still on the doorstep I grabbed her and pulled her to me violently and kissed her f***efully pushing my tongue past her lips and swirling it about in her mouth. My hands groped.