So, I had been corresponding with this Hungarian girl from London for a while, and finally, on Saturday lunchtime, she flew to Glasgow, via British Airways.
I met her at the airport, 20 minutes late, as I had slept in, she looked striking, slim, size 10, brunette, with blue eyes, my favourite, I greeted her with a hug, and I drove straight to the hotel I had booked.
I carried her bag for her, and I held the door open for her. Supplication? Some of you are probably thinking that. I can assure you, in the context and frame of things, it was the right to do.
I took her to the hotel, and then suggested she rest for a couple of hours, while I left, as I had things to do. I didn't even kiss her, but stayed for about 5 minutes, used the toilet, and left immediately, giving her a brief hug.
The purpose of this was to get her used to the fact that I had been in her hotel room, and didn't try anything with her.
So, I arrived back at the hotel two hours later, and she opened the door for me, looking sexy and relaxed . . . she had been sleeping!
She got ready, and we went to a Chinese restaurant called 'Cathay Cuisine', for a meal.
Yes, I'll admit it. I paid for the hotel, and I paid for the meal. Again, I am risking accusations of supplication, but I don't agree that it was supplication in this case. It all depends on the context, and the frame. She had spent time and money to fly up to Glasgow to come and see me, so I obviously had enough value in her eyes. To pay for the hotel and dinner was the decent and gentlemanly thing to do.
We were supposed to meet friends in Glasgow, however, we were in Cumbernauld (I left it too late, and all the Glagow hotels were fully booked, the only place I found was in Cumbernauld). So, we sat in the hotel room and watched TV for a bit, as it was too early to head out. I kino escalated, then took away.
This culminated in a kiss, and led to a deep, lingering kiss. Then I broke it off by saying that I was feeling really tired and needed to have a quick kip, and I went and lay on the bed. I said that she was free to join me, as we were going to have a late night, and getting sleep just now would be the sensible thing to do!
She followed suit, but switched the bedside lamp on, as I had switched off the main light. I then switched the tv off, as it was distracting me from sleeping, and a couple of minutes later, I switched the bedside lamp off.
There was a distance between us on the bed, so I mentioned that I was cold (an excuse to cuddle her!). Inevitably, we started kissing and caressing again. I then knew we wouldn't make it to the club that night. I texted my friends . . . and let them know.
She then stopped me . . . and said 'we have to stop', I said 'nothing is going to happen between us tonight, just kissing', then I continued kissing her, and nibbling on her neck, she gave me no resistance, but I could sense her breathing had changed. She switched the bedside lamp on again.
I undid her blouse, and unstrapped her bra to reveal two perked up, pink nipples and a pieced belly button. I proceeded to enjoy her breasts and nipples, then I took my own top off, so that she could feel my body against hers.
I then undid her belt and took off her jeans, and kissed her genitals without removing her panties. To my delight, she was wearing a sexy pair of stockings, and had perfectly pedicured toes . . .
I undressed and we kissed, and her breathing changed, and her face and neck flushed red . . . her tongue went on overdrive inside my mouth, and I knew this was the time to initiate sex.
I took the condom I had placed under the pillow earlier, and put it on, and I slowly penetrated her warm, tight pussy.
It was great, but 40 minutes later she stopped and said 'something's happened'.
I'm like 'what?!'. I withdrew, and she touched her groin . . . blood!!
I thought I had cut myself on her belly button piercing or something. Sounds stupid, but I don't recall exactly what I was thinking.
I was in a bit of a daze, she assured me, it's not you, I think I'm having my period . . . early!
This was the first time I had ever encountered this, and the condom was also covered in blood, as were my testicles!
I went to the bathroom intending to clean myself up, she stopped me and said 'I'm not in pain, lets finish it off'!
This was crazy, and I was in no mood to have sex. But, for some fucked up logic, I agreed, and proceeded to shag her again.
After we had finished, I went straight to the bathroom, and disposed of the condom, and jumped into the shower, and thoroughly cleaned myself. She watched me as I was doing it, constantly apologising.
She washed herself, and cleaned the blood from the sheets, using soap and cold water.
As we lay in bed, watching the Premiership highlights (Portsmouth v Aston Villa) she started crying and said 'I spoiled it for you'. I held her close, reassured her, and told her it wasn't her fault. I vaguely recall her saying 'I will be okay tomorrow'.
We fell asleep, and the next morning, I awoke to the sensation of her licking my balls!! We started fucking again, and she nearly bit my lower lip off, and it felt as if we were in a sauna, because we were both drenched in sweat - must have been the pent up emotion from the night before.
When I came, she wouldn't let me out, and she gazed deeply into my eyes and started saying something in Hungarian, I didn't know what she was saying, but it sounded very sexy!
When we finished, she looked down . . . more blood!!
Fucking hell, back to the bathroom, and we both jumped into the shower, while washing each other, she started singing in Hungarian!
I asked her what she was saying during sex. She told me she was saying 'I love your eyes, I love your lips, I don't know why it's happening so fast, I've never felt like this before'.
We came out, and she washed the sheets again, and we went down to breakfast.
I had two fortune cookies left in my pocket from the Chinese restaurant last night, and I opened the hot brunette waitress with one of them. I said 'tell me what your fortune is'.
She went away with our breakfast order, and came back and said to me 'your talents will be recognised'. That's what her fortune cookie said. From this we chatted about what her 'talents' were! She told me she was an artist.
However, I had temporarily forgotten that I was with this other girl, who was scowling at me from across the breakfast table. When the waitress left, she said 'why were you flirting with that girl when you're with me?'. It told her to relax and said that's the way we do things in Scotland, we're all really friendly to each other.
We had breakfast, and we went upstairs, and she got ready, and applied her makeup and wore smart clothes and Christian Dior sunglasses. What a stunner!
We checked out the hotel, bantered with the receptionist, and went to the petrol station.
We drove to the Burrell Collection, strolled there for a while, I bought her a book called 'the Burrell Collection'!, wrote a personal message for her on the inside cover, then we went for a bite to eat at Fazzi's, an Italian place in the city centre.
By the way, the Burrell Collection is amazing. The artefacts have to be seen. Perfect place for a date.
Anyway, we then drove to the airport, checked her in, and kissed her goodbye.
Before she left, she said, with her eyes glistening with tears 'I know I won't see you again'. I simply said 'I had a lovely time, and you are an amazing woman'.
IceDragon
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