SUBMITTED BY OUR ELITE INSIDER HANS
After the enthusiastic and heart-warming response to the first and second articles we were able to publish from one of our longest-serving regular clients (edit: in terms of relationship, that is, not age), Hans has well and truly caught the bug!
Those are no empty words, because not only has our diligent author-in-the-making blessed us with a third instalment of his "diary," but a fourth is already waiting in the wings too. Just as our high class escorts do their best not to let you fire off all your ammunition at once, we do the same ourselves. So all in good time. Happy reading...
I often think back to that first time. How everything was new and exciting then, and how my expectations were stretched a little further with each encounter. What once seemed like a boundary turned out, time and again, to be movable. In the end, (almost) anything is possible. And throughout it all, that privileged feeling prevails: "That I get to experience this..."
It built up slowly. After the first dinner dates, it had always been the case, of course, that she would head home again. You know it comes with the territory, but it still feels like saying goodbye at the high point of the evening, precisely when you want it never to end.
And now that I'd seen Chloé so many times (I've lost count), the thought occurred to me: why doesn't she just stay over? From that moment on, that became the new norm. Less frequent, less fleeting, but instead with more time. More calm. But also more (ex)citement, in the loveliest sense of the word.
It's late June when we have another date scheduled. This time I want to leave Amsterdam behind us for a while. The preparation involves a little more communication beforehand, with lots of questions from my side about what she'd enjoy doing. Hoping that summer would already be showing itself a little, I book the Kurhaus in Scheveningen. The idea is simple: in good weather, off to the beach; if we're unlucky, a day of culture in The Hague.
Even so, I noticed I was driving myself mad. It had to be a "perfect" date, and that became stressful with everything I wanted to organise. In the end, with great difficulty and after some pep talk from the experts behind Secret Agents, I let it go. Had I pushed on, it would have become a fully choreographed date. So glad I didn't. I can genuinely recommend letting things take their course as much as possible! It unfolds by itself, and otherwise you can confidently leave it to the lady (or ladies). You can't avoid restaurants, of course, but the rest fills itself in. I've never once been bored 😇
The forecast is summery that day! It'll be a beach day. Summer clothes, swimwear packed and something smarter for the evening. On my way to Scheveningen, I get a message from Nancy & Les on Chloé's behalf:
"What a dream of a day! I'm really looking forward to it."
For a sunny Friday, the traffic on the way isn't too bad. Check-in at the hotel: a room with a sea view. A quick freshen-up and then, gazing out over the beach and the sea, I wait for her to arrive. Every message that she's arrived gives me a lump in my throat all the same — this is about to begin. At reception I hadn't yet expected her and I walk right past her...
"Hey!" says Chloé.
I turn around and see her: beach hat on, bikini under a crocheted little dress, bright orange flip-flops. Clearly all set for the beach, while my heart skips a beat.
A kiss, a hug, her things quickly up to the room and then off to the beach. We find an Ibiza-style restaurant for a light lunch with a cocktail. We catch up on what had been going on with us since the last time we saw each other. Further along we spot beach beds, choose the one that looks most comfortable, and settle in. I don't cope very well with the sun; for Chloé it can't be hot enough. She asks if I'd put sunscreen on her back... Sadly, I'm just not quick-witted enough to say that I could do the rest too 😊
Over two cold beers and a plate of nachos, I discover another side of her. The sweet, gentle woman transformed into a fierce competitor during a game of cards. Not an ounce of mercy! A few times I thought I was finally going to win, only to see her dancing and laughing around the lounger again.
As evening falls, we head back to the room and wash off the sand and the sunscreen. Out of her suitcase comes a new dress, tags still on, bought especially. The little white dress looks wonderful against her sun-kissed skin.
We stroll along the boulevard and find a beach club where a lounge sofa has just become free, with a view of the sea and the setting sun. Moët & Chandon suits the occasion, along with a seafood platter with lobster for two. Believe it or not, this was the first time in my life I'd really eaten lobster 🙈 Another classic Secret Agents moment: champagne and lobster on the beach. Chloé gives me a lesson in 'how to crack open a lobster.'
The casino is nearby, so we decide to chance a flutter. It's fairly busy, though it's a shame there are quite a few people who don't make something special of such a night out by putting a little more thought into their attire. We play craps, roulette and blackjack. Chloé's winning streak from the afternoon seems to be over, and in the end we stop while we're breaking even.
The evening is mild. From the balcony we listen to the murmur of the sea. She comes and stands close to me. I put my arm around her, she leans against me, a kiss on her head.
"Shall we go inside?" she asks softly.
I close the door behind us. She stays standing at the edge of the bed, with a playful, mischievous look. I wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her...