We left the hotel feeling weary. Linda seemed shaky and tired. I didn’t want to know what her ‘test’ had involved. I wrapped her in my arms to protect us from the cold and we walked back to the hotel. I ran Linda a bath as she dosed on the bed, and after her bath we both just dropped straight off into a deep sleep which we didn’t come out of for a solid eleven hours, enfolded in each other’s arms.

The next day, as we woke up early, Linda turned to face me from her sleep and hugged me, lovingly.
We didn’t talk about the previous evening. There was no need. Linda turned and nestled her back against me. Feeling her backside against my groin, I remembered how I’d penetrated Giselle and wondered if anyone had done the same to Linda. A part of me wanted to try it myself now... but decided against it. It was probably a better idea to save ourselves.

At about 11 o’clock my phone rang. “Hi Ollie. Just to confirm, no probs with the blood tests. We’re expecting you both for 9pm tomorrow. Come dressed smartly to the Aardheim hotel, top floor suite. There’ll be free drinks, strictly no drugs.”
Giselle blurted all this information out without letting me respond to anything.
“Fine. ” All I could say.
“Great. See you then. Bye ! ”
That was it. She was gone. She sounded surprisingly healthy given what I’d done to her last night, but I guess, as the blond guy had said, she’s used to it.
“Okay darling, that’s it, it’s official. We're accepted for tomorrow. ” I reported back.

We spent the rest of the day visiting the city, drinking in bars and taking in Amsterdam. The canals, the longboats, the museums, the tall thin houses that line the city centre streets. A really beautiful city, and more bicycles than I’d ever seen in my life. We had dinner in a restaurant, stayed there several hours and went back to the hotel. In the hotel room, we both had a glass of wine and got into bed. Naked under the sheets I asked Linda “what will you be wearing tomorrow ?”
“Ooh. Good question. I was gonna wait til tomorrow morning, but now’s fine. I’ll show you ! ”. She ran into the bathroom to get changed. Linda thinks that the surprise of new clothes is spoiled when you’ve justed watched the person struggling inelegantly to get them on. She’s probably right too.

Soon Linda was standing in the doorway to the bathroom with her mousey long hair tied back and wearing a dark blue, satin dress. It almost looked like a nightgown but the material was slightly heavier and the skirt longer. It held a bit of static electricity and this made it stick to her skin. It clung perfectly to her every curve, it showed her thin waist and emphasised the outward wave into her hips and the perfect roundness of her bottom. Her breasts were perfectly framed by the dresses slight underwiring and they stood proud. The bright lights in the hotel room played on the shiny satin and an oily rainbow of colours relfected from her peachy boobs. Their size was perfectly emphasised by the low neckline. She had no bra on and her nipples showed faintly through the fabric. She looked amazing. An angel. Just looking at her