Little Piece of Pierogi

So there I was that late Saturday afternoon, having a slow muse through a small shopping centre. No pressure on myself to approach, just sipping on my flat white as I perused the shops and females – simply waiting for something to spark my interest. Before long I saw a small brunette girl dressed in a smart grey woollen overcoat. I guessed her height was around 5”2 and she was very petite. I noticed her slim and well-shaped calves and I thought, “Body looks decent” so I decided to roll the dice and approach (having yet seen her face). She left the elevator and I moved in front of her and opened her on how I liked her ‘look’. Thankfully she was very cute and instantly gave me a bright, albeit perplexed smile. My vibe was strong and I felt confident as I flashed her a naughty grin. We entered into small-talk and she told me she had an hour to spare before she was booked for some beauty treatments. I suggested a coffee and she was thinking about it – the conflict was real – but she declined. The interaction continued well; she was smiling and laughing, but interestingly, she was shuffling away inches at a time. I pulled her up on it and told her to stand in a shop door-way. She complied. This was a good sign and it instantly codified my sexual intent; we both implicitly felt this.

I asked her for her number but she insisted on taking mine so I input my number into my phone and instantly pinged my whatsapp:

Hi sexy.

“Oh, look who has just messaged me” I joked, as I showed her my whatsapp message. She playfully said I was a bad man. We said goodbye on a strong note and that was that.

Later that evening I was surprised to receive a message from her which evolved into questions after question: who am I, why am I here, what do I do etc. I deflected all of these giving her the odd morsel to satisfy her immediate hunger but enough to keep her frustrated. The messages continued apace over the next week fortnight. Eventually, she admitted that she was married; that her life was good, her husband is good and she has no complaints. But a fire had been lit in her mind:

Why am I so confident, why am I so annoying, why does she even like me.

There was no rational answer to these questions. Our conversations would turn sexual and one occasion, after I had turned her on, she admitted she fucked her husband that night and it was the best sex she’d had in years.

Days would pass and I always received at times barrages of messages from her. She was compelled and on the hook. We agreed to meet on New Year’s Day. Interestingly, the theme was very much implicitly and explicitly agreed that we were about sex. There was no ‘let’s meet for coffee’ type platitudes. She was giving off the Breeding Scent – there was no need to decorate this up. Hence my positioning across this period of texting could be summarised as follows: evasive, controversial, cheeky and frustrating. There were times she would seem a little pissed off with my attitude but this was precisely what she was looking for. If I was to fall-back into nice-guy comfort building I think this would have inversely created a boundary. She seemed very much looking for male attention that provoked feelings in her she hasn’t experienced since her teens in all likelihood.

New Year’s Day – the conversation turned to meeting and I received a whatsapp to say:

“I’m in the hotel reception” she was here and it was on.

Tired and exhausted after a long NYE with my Russian Virgin, I felt sexually a little flat. She was wearing a tight dress and I bought us a glass of wine and we sat in the hotel reception bar. I could see up her skirt and remarked that she was a good girl for wearing stockings. My hands reached for her thigh:

“Not in public” she said.

We made our way to the lift and as soon as the doors closed, she was on me. Kissing me hard and lustfully. We entered the hotel room and she attempted to exert immediate control; wanting to be on top, undress me, while she remained dressed etc. I peeled her dress off to reveal a lovely little petite body and a lovely handful sized pair or breasts. Her ass was firm and small, and her pussy was beautiful. She moaned and squirmed as my two fingers basically had difficulty entering her – she was that tight. The sex was passionate but a little frustrating; I could sense that she had some misgivings as we fucked, but she would push these away and throw herself into the process once more. She would try and push me off to get on top but I had no part of it. We had sex for easy 30 minutes (and I admit I felt a little difficulty getting aroused given the previous evening and morning as well as alcohol intake). Fucking her in missionary while grabbing her ass cheeks had her moaning and squirming as my dick filled every space available; her stockinged legs wrapped tightly around my back. Eventually, I took the condom off and I wanked off and came over her stockings and thighs as we kissed. We lay there and talked. My phone had been ringing endlessly and a friend and his girlfriend had wanted to meet me for New Year drinks, so she dropped me off at the bar. Later she admitted that she could have stayed the night as her husband is away. Moreover, I think, reading between the lines, that her marriage is likely under a bit of stress.

I’ll definitely see this little firework again. There is something a little bit wild and crazy about her. But she has the type of look I really like.