PREVIOUSLY: PART 2
I reached for my phone, and with a quick swipe pulled up the message: “Hey, where are you?”
How nice of her to realize I left. She can go fuck her yourself.
I put the phone back in my pocket without replying. I wanted to spend more time chatting with “the staircase girl” instead.
And I enjoyed chatting with her. She seemed a normal girl, devoid of any expensive boots, bags or smartphones.
Fifteen minutes later, my phone began vibrating violently. It was ringing this time.
I pulled it up and checked the caller-id. Renata again. I figured she began feeling pretty guilty and wanted closure before going home with her “old friend.” I ignored it again.
Still thinking about Renata, I refocused my attention on the girl at hand. She was understanding of the interruptions, but was also getting a bit irritated.
“You can take it if you want. It’s fine,” she assured me.
I was facing a huge dilemma. Renata was hot and sexy but treated me like an afterthought; this girl was nice but wasn’t as hot.
I tried to act aloof but deep inside I still would’ve fucked Renata like an animal. Girls like that get what they want in life. I would never be the lone wolf to decline. I decided that if she called me back again, I would at least “entertain” her call.
Thirty minutes she called me again.
I excused myself, walked away and answered the phone.
“Hey, what happened, where did you go?” She spoke with a cute Slavic accent.
“Seemed like you were having a wonderful time. You didn’t need me.” I answered bluntly.
“What do you mean?”
“What do you mean ‘what do I mean?’ you ignored me as soon as you friends showed up!”
“I’m sorry, but the guy who I was talking to was actually my ex-boyfriend. He wanted to get back…”
“Well, I’m glad you guys worked it all out. I wish you all the best,” I interrupted her.
I played hard to get because I knew that would work like a charm.
“You didn’t let me finish. It’s really over between us. That’s why I called you. Look, where are you?”
He accent sounded sexier as she got more desperate.
“What difference does it make?”
“Well, I enjoyed our time and wondering if we can grab another drink. It’s on me.”
She sounded apologetic but I was still skeptical. I looked over towards the other girl. She was still sitting on the staircase and looking straight ahead. She was waiting for me to return but didn’t want to show it.
Knowing that I had the upper hand, I paused a bit before answering her request.
“Are you still there?” she frantically asked.
“OK but just one drink. I need to get up early tomorrow. I’ll see you in a bit.” I curtly replied.
I broke down and succumbed to Renata’s charms. And so would any red-blooded male if he knew whom was I dealing with here.
I put my phone in my pocket and walked back to the girl. She slowly turned to me and asked me if everything was all right.
“Everything is fine but I need to leave now. Let me get your email. Would love to keep in touch.” She smiled and punched in her email in the newly made contact on my phone. Not knowing how to name the contact, I embarrassingly asked for her name.
She smiled, got up and gave me a warm hug. Once she got up I realized how sexier she looked with her modelesque 5’11” height. She was bang material but my first choice was still Renata.
I made my way to the bar on the opposite side of the town square. I tried to conceal my happiness from meeting Nadia in order to show Renata how unhappy I was with her previous behavior.
“Hey, so happy to see you again!” She was grinning ear-to-ear exposing a perfect set of straight white teeth. I wanted to bang her right there in the bar.
“Hey,” I acted subdued.
She went to the bar and moments later returned with two large lagers.
I wanted to remain pissed off, or at least act pissed off, but it was hard. She was doing everything to make me feel good. It was working.
We soon began making out again as though nothing happened the whole night.
Gradually our make outs began to pick up steam, and my hands were running all over her thighs working their way up. Even though we were sitting at a table in the back of the bar, I still tried to control myself for later.
Finally I collected enough courage to attempt a pull.
“I better get going. I want to get up early tomorrow to do some sightseeing. If you’d like, maybe we can have one last drink at my place before I crash.”
She pulled back and hesitated. Did I just speak Norwegian to her?
Oops, that was too soon. I should’ve waited a bit.
She looked away for a few moments. I kept my laser-beam eye contact on her amplifying the tension.
Those was the longest few seconds in my recent memory.
“Sure, why not. I hope you don’t live far,” she responded rhetorically.
I summoned the waitress and promptly paid the bill. We both dressed and made our way to the exit.
I’ve learned that bringing the girl to your place is usually enough to escalate although sex is never certain. And since this was only the second time we met, I put my odds at 70%.
Ten minutes later we made it to my modest, but comfortable, studio. I didn’t have alcohol at my place and offered her some green tea, instead. She accepted.
I put her at ease by helping her remove her clothes exposing a beautiful white sweater hugging her petite body. The pit-bull inside of me was roaring, but I kept him at bay as best as I could.
Sensing she wasn’t quite read to bang right away, I decided to take it nice and slow. I opened my laptop and pulled up some YouTube videos. I remembered she had affinity for Latin music, so I showed her some videos of Juanes and Maná. Seeing her relax, I began to gently kiss and slowly undress her.
I slowly lead her to bed.
I was prepared for a battle of attrition but to my surprise she capitulated quickly.
In minutes both of our clothes were off.
She had a tight petite body with perky tits and pointy nipples. The pussy was nicely shaved although I prefer the Brazilian wax for guided entry.
Having a hard-on the size of Mt Everest, I sprinted to my suitcase and retrieved three large extra-thin condoms.
I repositioned her body on the bed and pulled her legs up. I attempted to insert my large member but no luck: she was tighter than a drum. After few more unsuccessful tries, I reached for some lube. The lube helped, and I was finally in with all my glory.
After pounding her in missionary, I moved her on top so she can ride me at her own tempo. She started out slow but quickly gained momentum. I looked up and saw her close her eyes and lose herself in the moment.
I finally came but was ready again in fifteen minutes. She was surprised but didn’t complain. I put her on all fours and demolished her from behind. After the fourth try she was finally relented and told me she couldn’t do it anymore. She looked absolutely destroyed. I quickly came and went to sleep.
I woke up to a sunny morning. I had a raging boner that urgently needed female care. I looked to my right and saw Renata slowly waking up. I offered her sleepy sex but the ensuing punishment was anything but. Just before climaxing, I pulled out and showered her body and face with my man juice.
We took a shower and promptly got dressed. She invited me to a nice little café for breakfast, and I graciously paid the bill. It was my pleasure to repay her for allowing me to pound that pussy so hard last night.
We walked around a bit taking pictures of the sights and enjoying each other’s company. In less than an hour we had to part ways yet again. She had to go back home and I would be alone again. I gave her a warm hug with a tight squeeze on her nice butt, and we went our ways.
I woke up early the next morning. I packed up my belongings and checked for any leftover items before slamming the door.
I was heading to the train station when I suddenly stopped. Did I forget my train ticket? I patted my jacket’s inside pocket, but just to be sure I also reached and pulled out the ticket.
I quickly read the destination and put the ticket back in my pocket. I zipped up the jacket and continued walking. Budapest will certainly not disappoint.BTW, have you seen my new Facebook page? Click here to check it out, and click Like :)
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