FYI, English is not my native language, so there maybe some spelling mistakes in it... sorry for that ;-) Part 1 "Arrived!". It's a short message, but it will do. My mother always want to know if arrived save after a flight. Especially this one, because it was the longest flight I ever had. I'm living in a town near New York, but I just arrived in Amsterdam for a half year internship at a Dutch company, an advertising agency. I became 19 last week and I thought it would be a good experience for me. However, now I'm really on my own in a strange country, it feels pretty weird. But exciting at the same time! While waiting at my luggage I'm looking through the windows if I can see already someone to pick me up. I've no idea who will be waiting for me. Or well, I know the company sent somebody. I guess there is someone with a sign with 'Matt' on it, my name. While waiting for my suitcase I'm checking the people around me. It's not really crowded. But the plane was also half full, so that makes sense. I guess holiday season is over. I don't see a lot Americans, or well, not that I can recognize them. But I do see quite a lot of Dutch people, just trying to hear what they say. Next to me stands a hot couple. Both the girl and guy are pretty athletic. They must come from a summer holiday, the girl wears a short skirt with a thight shirt and flip flops and the guy is wearing shorts, a t-shirt and flip flops too. I try not to stare at them, but while watching the suitcases coming in, my eyes stray to the couple all the time. They don't seem to notice. The girl has got quite big breasts which nearly fit in the tight shirt she wears. The muscled arms of the guy also nearly fit in the sleeves of his shirt. I try not to look down too much but I noticed the girl has a real nice ass and the guy has got a real big bulge which he can't hide. While looking I suddenly notice that my own cock isn't really flaccid anymore. It's quite big when real flaccid (the last time I measured it was 6.5 inches) but when it's growing there's no way to hide it. "Damn," I think, "I'm about to meet a colleague in a few minutes, I can't get a hard cock now!". I try to focus on the elderly couple on the other side of the belt with suitcases, and that kinda works. My semi-erect turns in a flaccid cock again. And just in time, because there's my suitcase! I grab it and walk to the customs. I can hardly restrain to look at the hot couple again, but I do. I pass the customs in a few minutes, walk trough a door and then I see a lot of people waiting for their loved ones. Some people are carrying balloons or flowers, some carry a sign. I don't see a sign with my name immediately. However there's a woman carrying a sign turned half around, She's calling. I try to read the sign, and when I can come close by I can read "Matt / TripleA". Ah that's the company's name! The woman turns around and when he sees me coming she quickly stops her call and put her phone in her jeans. She shakes my hand and introduces herself. "Hey! You must be Matt? I'm Wendy, nice to meet you!". I answer "Yeah that's right, nice to meet you too!". We walk away from the door while Wendy is asking about my flight. While walking to her car I can't help checking her out. Wendy is quite a young girl, I think about 22 years old. She has long light blond hair, is a little bit smaller than me, and has a real nice body as far as I can see through the shirt she's wearing. If all my new colleagues will be like her I'll get a real hard time to concentrate to my work! In the parking garages I load my suitcase in Wendy's car and we leave the airport. Suddenly I realize I still don't know where I will stay! I asked a few times before I came over, but the company just said that they would take care of it and I didn't need to worry. But they now should know, so I ask Wendy. "So, where are we going? I mean, where am I going to stay?". Wendy laughs. "Well, that was quite a hard thing to arrange! First we thought about a house with students, so you would be with people of your own age," she says. I respond, "That sounds cool indeed". And that's really something I had hoped to stay, just with guys and girls of my own age. But then Wendy continues: "Yeah, but these rooms are very hard to get in Amsterdam, so unfortunately we couldn't find anything, I/m sorry!. So your supervisor sent an email through the company if anyone would have a room for you. So, the woman who's working at the reception responded that you could stay at her place. She's about 60 years old and her children live on their own, so she had some empty rooms". Wendy looks at me. "Hell no!", I think, "do I really live at a elderly woman's house??", But I just say "Ah, ok....", leaving a long silence. Then Wendy starts laughing: "Haha, yeah I already thought you wouldn't really like that. So I told you supervisor you can also stay at my place. I needed to really convince my boyfriend, but finally he agreed. Our house is not really big, but I think it won't be a problem for just a half year." I'm relieved. Wendy seems to be a nice girl. And I think we can have a good time!