I stare into light green eyes and a youthful face, she has a cheeky knowing smile as we talk about idle topics. I tell her I am walking around her beautiful city to see the sights, our gaze transfixed on each other, our faces only inches apart. She places her hand femininely in mine as we exchange names and makes no effort to remove it. Our attention is only on each other as pedestrian traffic bustles past us out the front of Galileo Mall near the central train station of Minsk, Belarus. She soaks up my energy like a cat and hardly blinks nor breaks our intimate gaze. “I am not doing anything now so I can walk with you if you want.” She says without guile, perfect posture, and a proud femininity I only see in the East.
What have I got to lose, I think. Worst case scenario is another date to know where with a beautiful young girl showing me her city and getting a taste of the local culture.
“OK. I’m hungry, so I need to get some food first, do you want to have some lunch with me?” I ask.
“No, I don’t need to eat.”
“OK, you can watch me eat.” I smile and guide her to Galileo where she shows me where the food court is.
As we are walking I start to see all these other hot girls. Mmm, maybe I should have got her number and continued daygaming – why do I always see a tonne of approach opportunities when I am with a girl.
“I want to practice my English. So you can be my English Teacher.” She says.
Here we go I think, too good to be true, she just wants a shiny foreigner to play with. I do my best to stay non reactive thinking it is possibly a bit of a test and/or plausible deniability.
“I think your English is pretty good. I can understand everything you say. Even native speakers from my country get grammar and words wrong sometimes. It’s fine.” I steal from from Roosh V Bang series I’ve been reading to calm her and give her confidence to talk in English, but also swat away the English teacher idea.
“How old are you?” She asks
“38.” I Iie without thinking. This is odd because I never lie about about my real age, 42, and I always make them guess first, but 38 just came out. I was just grateful for the shit test and figured she must be attracted.
“And you?”
“I am 19.”
The dirty old man in me does a little dance.
“I usually date girls 25 and up. 28 is my favourite. They are more mature.”
“What is mature?” She asks.
“It’s like when you are older and have more experience, more patience, not as reactive or emotional. Girls 28 are my favourite because they are still beautiful, but also have experience and maturity. Have you dated an older man before?”
“Yes. He was 33”
“A foreigner?”
“Yes, from Denmark.”
“How did you meet him?”
“On the street.” She giggled. A daygamer from Denmark, interesting.
“We are still in touch, but I don’t like him.”
“So if you don’t like him, why do you stay in touch?” I pry
“I mean I like him, but I don’t have any feelings for him.”
“Oh, I understand.”
“I don’t have any feelings for any boys at the moment.”
“Did you have a local boyfriend before?”
“Yes, but we separate a year ago. I didn’t have any feelings for him either.”
We arrive in the food court and she helps me translate and order some noodles.
“Why are you not eating?” I ask
“I am trying to lose weight.”
She is skinnier than most of the other Minsk girls, but I don’t want to play too much into her frame.
“How much do you weigh?”
“52kg”
“Let me see how tall you are.” I stand up and she follows.
“Ok, about average height. I like tall girls. How much do you want to weigh?”
“48 kg. It’s easy for me. I can be 48kg in just 1 or 2 weeks.”
“I like skinny girls. I will be back in 2 weeks, maybe I can see you then.” I say with a smile.
“When you lose weight, where will you lose it from?”
“My bum.”
“You don’t lose it from your boobs?”
“No, a little bit from my stomach.”
“You are lucky.”
“I have noticed a lot of girls in Minsk have big bums, a lot of my friends like this but I prefer small bums. I will tell you a secret.” I say as she looks at me expectantly and moves a bit closer.
“When I first saw you, the first thing I noticed was your smile and your pale green eyes. Then you walked past and I turned around and checked out your arse. I can’t remember exactly what I thought, but I must have liked it because I stopped you. I’m looking forward to seeing it when I return in a couple weeks.” She soaks it all up like a cat.
I eat and we make plans for her to take me to a nice park when I finish. Walking to the park she starts to open up and ask me more personal questions; do you have kids? Wife etc. I answer honestly, but have to adjust for the 4 years age I lied.
“I think you will like my friend Anja. She is very tall and skinny.”
“Are you trying to set me up with one of your friends? That is very kind of you. Does she have a boyfriend?”
“Yes, but I don’t like him.”
“So you think it will be good for her to have an adventure with a handsome older foreign guy.”
“Yes.”
I keep quite. As much as I want to say I am interested in you and not your friend I hold back.
“After the park, we can go to a café or a bar if you like. I don’t drink, but it will be fun for both of us if you drink. I can see you are still a little nervous around me.”
“You never drink?”
“No, not since my early 20’s. It gives me a headache.”
“Do you smoke?”
“No, I will smoke cigars some times.” I say
“I snort snuff.” She says.
“Really. I’ve never met anyone that snuffs. That’s interesting.”
“We can have some when we get to the park if you like.”
“Ok. Sometimes I smoke weed. Only when I am in Australia, not when I travel, it’s a bit hard to get”
“I love smoking weed. I like to listen to music and dance.” She says.
“Same. I only smoke when I have nothing to do. I don’t like to smoke when I have to do things. And I nearly always only smoke at night after dinner. Very occasionally I will smoke in the afternoon and walk along the beach.”
“This is my dream.” She says with a big smile. I’m starting to like this girl.
We get to the park and sit down, she gets out her snuff and makes a couple lines on her phone and sucks them up. I just have a tiny amount and it gives me a big head spin, not at all unpleasant, but I have to stop talking and let the snuff ride take me for a minute.
“Do many girls in Minsk use snuff?” I ask
“No, just me and my friend.”
“So you are not the typical Minsk girl, you are more of an individual?”
“Yes.”
“I have a lot of dirty thoughts.” She blurts out.
“Really?” I say doing my best not to take the beta bait. “I think that’s normal, all humans think about sex a lot. Not many admit it. I like your honesty.”
“And I masturbate a lot.” She doubles up on the beta bait – this is getting hard.
“Do you have much sexual experience?” I throw back at her.
“No.”
“Are you a virgin?”
“No, I had sex my boyfriend just once, but I didn’t like it and then Daniel from Denmark.”
“OK.”
I change the talk to comfort and we talk about our families, music we like etc. for the next 20 minutes. I hold back from nearly all kino, just letting our legs touch occasionally and touching her wrist asking what the bracelet is about.
“After we have a drink I’m most likely going to invite you to my apartment. Now just because I invite you to my apartment does not mean we have to have sex. Depending on my mood I will probably try because I am a man and you are a sexy woman, but it is always up to you.”
She smiles and seems to like it. I had also read that from Roosh V.
“Lets go for that drink.” I say as I stand up.
We walk the streets of Minsk through the café areas to where the bars are.
Walking next to her I say. “I would hold like to hold your hand, but I don’t want you to be seen by any of your friends.”
“Yes. I was walking with Daniel and was seen by one of my class mates.”
“Haha. Yes, It will be easier to say I am your English teacher if we are not holding hands.”
“When we get somewhere quieter we can hold hands.” She says.
We walk without saying much both digesting that we have just expressed physical attraction. “It’s almost more fun not holding hands and wanting too.” I say increasing the clandestine adventure vibe.
We arrive at the bar and she is quite tipsy half way though her cocktail. We play the questions game and I ask her. “What would she do if I was her slave?”
She laughs and puts her head down.
“What? You have something funny you want me to do?” I ask.
“Yes. I have this fantasy to fuck a guy in the arse with a strap on.”
“Fucking hell, being your slave is going to be hard work.” I joke.
“What do you want to do with me as your slave?”
“I want you wearing a little maids outfit and cooking for me and cleaning my apartment while I watch the UFC.” She smiles. “I think it’s a lot easier to be my slave than yours.” I say
We are very close now, talking into each others ear in a hidden booth seat. I figure it’s time to pull the trigger so I pay the bill.
“OK, lets get an Uber to my place, ok?”
“OK” Then she pauses for a bit. “Actually I should go to my place first, then I can come to yours.” I figure she needs to do some womens’ things, but don’t want to let her out of my clutches.
“OK, lets get the Uber to yours and then we can come back to mine.”
“Mmmm, we will just go back to yours. But no sex ok?”
“You are the boss.” I answer with a cheeky grin.
Back at mine I give her space while I prepare some music and sit with her on the couch.
“We forgot to get you a drink from store before we walked upstairs. You wanted a beer?”
She agrees and we go back down the lift and get her a drink and I buy a few groceries. On the way back up to my apartment in the tiny 1950’s steel lift we look at each other and she leans in on me, our mouths meet and we embrace and kiss for the first time. We get inside and back on the couch, I get her top off to reveal the most perfect pair of C cup tits, oh how youth is wasted on the young. They are as good as any fake tits I have seen with little pinky caramel nipples, such a nice change from all the chocolate buttons of Asians I have been fucking. Her stomach has perfectly smooth skin and light blonde fluff that glistens in the light, I lick that smooth belly, my fantasies coming true. This is the reason I came to Eastern Europe, this is the quality of girl that I can’t get at home and now I am in a nice apartment with one as I lick her stomach, neck and tits. I can’t wait to see what her little pussy is like.
I take her to the bedroom and we lie on the bed. I back off for a bit and just hold her to calm her down. After five minutes we are back at it again and kissing intensely and grinding my cock against her pussy through our clothes. I try to take her pants off and she won’t let me, but she keeps her hand on my cock when I place it there, so I get it out and she goes down on me. She stops and says. “I don’t really know what to do so you have to show me.”
“I’m not sure I can help you much there. I’ve never sucked cock. I can teach you how to lick pussy.” She laughs. “The main thing is don’t use your teeth. That’s it, now lick up and down the shaft, yep like that, and then deep in your mouth, that’s it, deeper, all the way to the back of your throat.” I say as I push her head down and hold it there as she starts gagging. “It will take a bit to get used to, but many girls get off on that gagging sensation.” She goes again and deep throats me for a bit longer. “Good job.” I applause. “You’re a natural.”
We start making out again and she says. “I want to heve sex.” Music to my ears. “But not now.” Shit! “I will come and stay tomorrow night ok?”
“Sure, that will be nice.” Not wanting to be too thirsty and still thinking I might get my end in today. But she gets up and says. “I have to go to a birthday party. We can meet tomorrow afternoon, ok?”
“OK” I say and we get dressed and I take her down stairs. This time we make out in the lift and I’m rubbing her pussy through her pants as she rubs my cock. I can feel the horniness of her breath and heart and feel at least she is going to be thinking about me and looking forward to tomorrow, or fuck her boyfriend with all the sexual energy I have built up for him. I have no idea, I really don’t know her or the truth of what she has told me. I book her an Uber and say goodbye.
I go for a walk the next day, do a few approaches, nothing sticks, meet her at the same place we met the previous day at about 3pm and walk to the same park as the previous day. We sit there on the bench for a while, she has come to fuck, but seems nervous so I try to calm her down. We then catch an Uber to Gorky Park and walk around like lovers, it’s nice having such a sweet young thing on my arm, but I can’t enjoy it as much as I would like since I just want to take her home and fuck her. I feel she still needs a bit more comfort so have to play it safe. I find out she has only had sex 4 times, once with the Belurusian and 3 times with the Dane, so I she is a bit nervous. We walk through the park and end up at a café. She asks me questions like. Why do I like older guys? And why do I want to cheat? I give her evolutionary biology answers and feel good to be the guy she can be honest with. She had already told me the Denmark guy messages her every day and was coming to visit her at the end of the month. “The Denmark guy? He thinks he is your boyfriend yes?”
“Mmmm, yes.”
“Does he fuck other girls?”
“No. Whenever I message him he messages me back straight away so I am sure he doesn’t have a girlfriend.”
“And he messages you a lot?”
“Yes, every day.”
He is younger, richer and better looking than me so I can’t compete on the same playing field.
“I want to stay in touch with you, but I’m not very good at messaging.” I say with a smile. “You shouldn’t tell him about me. He might want to marry you. He sounds like a nice guy” I say
“No. I won’t tell anyone about you accept Anja.”
“You tell her everything. Yes?”
“Yes.”
“It’s good to have a friend like that that you can be completely honest with, that whatever you tell them they won’t judge you for. You know, you can just be yourself around. That’s one of the things I Iike about you. I feel like I can really be myself around you” I say.
“Same.” She says as she rests her head on my shoulder. I feel I have differentiated myself as the lover you can be completely honest with.
We finish our coffees and catch an Uber back to my apartment. There is no pretence this time that sex won’t happen, but she still wants to take it slow. “Can we watch a movie first?” She says
“Sure.” I reply. “Let me get setup.” I want to fuck this little minx and can’t be arsed watching a movie first so I say. “Or do you want to just lie on the bed and listen to some music?”
“OK” She says. I’m hoping that she is just nervous and once I get her warmed up she will be fine. We start making out, but she stops me escalating saying she is self-conscious about her legs, they look pretty fucking good to me, but the penny drops of why she wouldn’t let me take her pants of the day before. “OK, would you like to wear my tracksuit pants?” She agrees and is much more comfortable. Our tops come off and the feel of her naked body and perfect tits against mine is like a dream come true. I put my hand down the back of her pants and finger her dripping wet pussy. It feels so good, I think to myself, please don’t make her want to use a condom.
I suggest getting under the covers and she says. “In an hour.” Ok, she wants more time, so I roll off and hug her, try again in 10 minutes, but she still wants to wait. “OK, lets watch some TV. You can choose, African cat documentary or UFC?”
“UFC” She says.
“Nice, extra points for you.”
We watch some fights and I close the laptop and lift the covers for her to climb under, she complies and our pants come off, I kiss and lick her body all over, everything is perfect, this is the hottest girl I have fucked for sure. I move in on top of her with my hips between hers.
“Do we need to use a condom?” She asks
“No, I won’t come inside you, I will come here.” I say as I run by finger up and down her perfect torso and place the head of my cock in her soaking lips and slowly enter her. After a while of going gentle I remind myself not to treat her too much like a snow flake, she probably wants the full bad boy experience so I start choking and smashing her in all sorts of positions. Despite her inexperience she is a great fuck and is on the perfect side of skinny where she looks great, but I can still smash her with full force and not hurt myself on her bony hips. I eventually blow all over her stomach and tits and lie back as satisfied as I have been in a long time. She stays the night and I book her an Uber at 7.30am in the morning for her to go to school.
So with an enjoyable, but frustrating two and a half weeks I get my first Euro notch, and as luck would have it, the hottest girl of all the dates I had had. I was lucky, my vibe wasn’t great, but I found a yes girl and got my dick wet. And I fucked a white girl after over two and half years of brown – the curse is over. Back to Warsaw to find more white yes girls. On any given day there are at least a few, I just need to be on the street to find them – back to the grind.
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