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Cold approach isn’t my main source of fresh pussy as I’m often overwhelmed with new girls I meet through work as a Tour Guide.
I’d been trying to restock after my last notch on Sunday 5 January 2020 - a cute SK 21-y-o pianist who gave me a nasty STD - striking up conversations at the bus stop with pretty locals, trying to keep it organic and spontaneous.
I came to visit a close friend overseas on Sunday 12 January 2020. Even though I’ve already been to the STD clinic back home and received injection on my buttcheek and two pills, I still have a painful swollen dick.
In exchange for a reduction on his rent my friend helps out at a coffee shop on the ground floor of the building where he has his rented room here. The coffee shop is quite romantic, very pussy friendly.
I had just arrived in the shop after leaving my bag in his room and had a savory snack. My friend cajoled me into having a pastry for dessert. I decided to follow his advice, as I don’t have to pay to eat there.
As we were talking this cute curly blonde haired girl walks in and shyly asks him where she should sit.
I decided to strike up a conversation with her. She had some sheets of paper she was reading as she sipped her coffee with milk.
I went up to her and, still standing, asked her what she was doing. She blushed with a slight smile and said it was quantum physics.
In the meantime my pastry was coming so I sat down next to her at her table on the sofa. After some more probing on my part she revealed she’s doing a PhD here.
I said she looked too young to be doing a PhD. She admitted she was 23. I told her I only finished my Master’s last year aged 30, so she must be much smarter than me.
Because her table was close to the service area where all the café staff were, and my friend’s colleagues were looking at me as one came to serve me the pastry, I decided to lift the pressure from her by keeping everything super casual, like she and I were old friends.
I gave her a bit of my pastry to eat and we talked about pastries back home. She said she’d visited my hometown and was saying she loved the weather and the food there.
I asked her if she worked all the time or if she did anything else. She said she worked most of the time and that in her time off she liked to take walks or go to bars.
I asked her if she’d been to the bar with many different types of beer. She said she’d only been here a few weeks, so no. I told her maybe we could go there the next day to have a beer and she could tell me more about Russia. (She had told me she was from Moscow)
She said Ok. I asked her for her WhatsApp. She gave me a number (here was where we told each other our names) and it didn’t work on WhatsApp. I told her, so she gave me another number and this time it worked.
I asked her where she lived and she said she was moving to close by. I made a point of chatting to her some more for a good 5-10 minutes after getting her number.
I was telling her about how I’d been swindled by the low-cost airline I’d taken that morning, and about other inane stuff. I told her I wanted to go to the local mini-supermarket to buy quinoa and lentils to accompany the strogonoff from back home and that I’d text her the next day to arrange for us to meet. I told her it was nice to meet her and she held out her hand for me to shake.
The Next Day
I texted her “What are you doing - when are you free”
She replied about her schedule. We arranged a time I told her the place.
I was 5 minutes away when she said “Coming in 20 minutes” (She was going to be late). So I went to marvel at a beautiful cathedral not far away and when she wrote me “I’m here” I told her I was 5 minutes away.
As soon as I saw her I kissed her on both cheeks. Then held her by the waist, alternating with hand, on the way to bar. At the bar ordered drinks. I was tempted to kiss her straightaway, even before the drinks, but I held on until we sat down. Then I kissed her straightaway and she reacted well.
As we chatted for the next 1.5 hours (2 small beers each) I would hold her and kiss her, rub her leg, grab the back of her neck. She also started getting comfortable touching me, placing her hand on my leg, caressing my hand.
I told her I would walk her home, and we ended up getting the bus. On the bus it was full on, she was kissing my neck, I placed her hand over what appeared to be a boner, I was rubbing her trousers over her pussy.
We got off the bus she asked me “where is your place” I said “further down the street” she said “mine is here” I said “can I come up for a glass of water”.
Walked in with her to her new flat (she’d signed the contract the day I chatted her up in the café (the day before)) and very quickly I was sucking her nipples on her massive tits. Then she put her jumper back on to give me the glass of water.
We were in the kitchen. With my nails I scratched down her back while kissing her and held her breasts under her jumper. Placed her hand in my pants. Fingered her inside panties. She was wet.
Took off her panties and trousers, after jumper, and my own. Then guided her to her bedroom, saying “here, come” she said “oh yeah? Not yet I need to shower first”
She went to shower, and came back smelling nice. Girl had a slim waist, huge knockers, and nice round butt. Long blonde curly locks of hair, brown eyes, thin lips. She is half-Russian half-Syrian.
This goddess was before me and I couldn’t get hard enough to go inside her (she didn’t even insist on me wearing a rubber) beautiful shaven pussy, intact considering her young age and arduous studies-oriented life.
I eventually was able to penetrate her delicious moist flower, even though it hurt my dick to do so (it’s bruised, all red, from the Korean’s STD) but without ever getting a full hard-on, and jizzed shortly thereafter.
I told her it wasn’t her fault that my equipment is jammed, as she’s a babe, and told her it was a cruel world where I really wanted to fuck her hard, she really wanted me to fuck her hard, but I couldn’t do so.
Kissed and fondled her, saying sweet things to her in the process, doing damage control for the next 30 minutes, then left back to my friend’s.
She was asking when I leave, and I asked her if she wanted to see me again. She did, and I said I wanted to too, but without a clean, fully functioning dick, it’s pointless.
I’d been trying to restock after my last notch on Sunday 5 January 2020 - a cute SK 21-y-o pianist who gave me a nasty STD - striking up conversations at the bus stop with pretty locals, trying to keep it organic and spontaneous.
I came to visit a close friend overseas on Sunday 12 January 2020. Even though I’ve already been to the STD clinic back home and received injection on my buttcheek and two pills, I still have a painful swollen dick.
In exchange for a reduction on his rent my friend helps out at a coffee shop on the ground floor of the building where he has his rented room here. The coffee shop is quite romantic, very pussy friendly.
I had just arrived in the shop after leaving my bag in his room and had a savory snack. My friend cajoled me into having a pastry for dessert. I decided to follow his advice, as I don’t have to pay to eat there.
As we were talking this cute curly blonde haired girl walks in and shyly asks him where she should sit.
I decided to strike up a conversation with her. She had some sheets of paper she was reading as she sipped her coffee with milk.
I went up to her and, still standing, asked her what she was doing. She blushed with a slight smile and said it was quantum physics.
In the meantime my pastry was coming so I sat down next to her at her table on the sofa. After some more probing on my part she revealed she’s doing a PhD here.
I said she looked too young to be doing a PhD. She admitted she was 23. I told her I only finished my Master’s last year aged 30, so she must be much smarter than me.
Because her table was close to the service area where all the café staff were, and my friend’s colleagues were looking at me as one came to serve me the pastry, I decided to lift the pressure from her by keeping everything super casual, like she and I were old friends.
I gave her a bit of my pastry to eat and we talked about pastries back home. She said she’d visited my hometown and was saying she loved the weather and the food there.
I asked her if she worked all the time or if she did anything else. She said she worked most of the time and that in her time off she liked to take walks or go to bars.
I asked her if she’d been to the bar with many different types of beer. She said she’d only been here a few weeks, so no. I told her maybe we could go there the next day to have a beer and she could tell me more about Russia. (She had told me she was from Moscow)
She said Ok. I asked her for her WhatsApp. She gave me a number (here was where we told each other our names) and it didn’t work on WhatsApp. I told her, so she gave me another number and this time it worked.
I asked her where she lived and she said she was moving to close by. I made a point of chatting to her some more for a good 5-10 minutes after getting her number.
I was telling her about how I’d been swindled by the low-cost airline I’d taken that morning, and about other inane stuff. I told her I wanted to go to the local mini-supermarket to buy quinoa and lentils to accompany the strogonoff from back home and that I’d text her the next day to arrange for us to meet. I told her it was nice to meet her and she held out her hand for me to shake.
The Next Day
I texted her “What are you doing - when are you free”
She replied about her schedule. We arranged a time I told her the place.
I was 5 minutes away when she said “Coming in 20 minutes” (She was going to be late). So I went to marvel at a beautiful cathedral not far away and when she wrote me “I’m here” I told her I was 5 minutes away.
As soon as I saw her I kissed her on both cheeks. Then held her by the waist, alternating with hand, on the way to bar. At the bar ordered drinks. I was tempted to kiss her straightaway, even before the drinks, but I held on until we sat down. Then I kissed her straightaway and she reacted well.
As we chatted for the next 1.5 hours (2 small beers each) I would hold her and kiss her, rub her leg, grab the back of her neck. She also started getting comfortable touching me, placing her hand on my leg, caressing my hand.
I told her I would walk her home, and we ended up getting the bus. On the bus it was full on, she was kissing my neck, I placed her hand over what appeared to be a boner, I was rubbing her trousers over her pussy.
We got off the bus she asked me “where is your place” I said “further down the street” she said “mine is here” I said “can I come up for a glass of water”.
Walked in with her to her new flat (she’d signed the contract the day I chatted her up in the café (the day before)) and very quickly I was sucking her nipples on her massive tits. Then she put her jumper back on to give me the glass of water.
We were in the kitchen. With my nails I scratched down her back while kissing her and held her breasts under her jumper. Placed her hand in my pants. Fingered her inside panties. She was wet.
Took off her panties and trousers, after jumper, and my own. Then guided her to her bedroom, saying “here, come” she said “oh yeah? Not yet I need to shower first”
She went to shower, and came back smelling nice. Girl had a slim waist, huge knockers, and nice round butt. Long blonde curly locks of hair, brown eyes, thin lips. She is half-Russian half-Syrian.
This goddess was before me and I couldn’t get hard enough to go inside her (she didn’t even insist on me wearing a rubber) beautiful shaven pussy, intact considering her young age and arduous studies-oriented life.
I eventually was able to penetrate her delicious moist flower, even though it hurt my dick to do so (it’s bruised, all red, from the Korean’s STD) but without ever getting a full hard-on, and jizzed shortly thereafter.
I told her it wasn’t her fault that my equipment is jammed, as she’s a babe, and told her it was a cruel world where I really wanted to fuck her hard, she really wanted me to fuck her hard, but I couldn’t do so.
Kissed and fondled her, saying sweet things to her in the process, doing damage control for the next 30 minutes, then left back to my friend’s.
She was asking when I leave, and I asked her if she wanted to see me again. She did, and I said I wanted to too, but without a clean, fully functioning dick, it’s pointless.
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