Like a dickhead, I totally underestimated the traffic for my 30 minute journey to Wroclaw airport. Arriving 35 minutes before departure, I eyed the queue at security and swore under my breath. There was no way I making it through there in 20 minutes. I turned to the Fast Track line and saw 5 people. I approached the girl on the security desk and she picked up on the gravitas – she instantly placed me at the front of line. Moments later (minus the 200ml coffee syrup removed by security that the Russian [ex] virgin had bought me, I was at my gate. Starving and needing coffee, I asked the Ryan Air staff how long I had, “Ten minutes…no more”. I grabbed a cheese sandwich and a flat white and re-joined the line. This was when I saw her. A small girl, maybe 5”3/4, in a grey coat. She had dark brown hair and a cute face with eyes that somehow suggested she was Ukrainian.



Not bad, I thought to myself. I couldn’t see her body under the jacket, but put her face in a solid 7 category. As we made our way onto the plane (I was deliberately last to board) I hoped that we were seated together. Of course we weren’t, and by the time I had arrived in Newcastle some 2 hours later, I had forgotten about her.



I cleared security at Newcastle and walked along the airport towards the metro station. Just before I purchased my ticket, I decided to turn back to Greggs for a coffee. And lo-and-behold – there she is in Greggs. I purchased my coffee and waited outside for her to order her food and leave.



“Excuse me…I couldn’t help but notice that you had copied off me [we were both wearing long grey coats]”



She smiled, and I made the assumption stack,



“It’s very unusual to see a Polish girl stocking up on sausage rolls”



She smiled and we entered into conversation for a few minutes. We were both heading back into Newcastle so I suggested we go and take the metro together. I held very strong and purposeful eye contact the whole trip (some 20 minutes or so) and placed my fleetingly her knee as we talked about Poland, the UK and New Year’s Eve. She explained how she had tried out for Emerates airlines (I joked she was too short) and she (I think) dropped a hint she was single as she said the career suited an unmarried woman with no children. As we approached my stop I simply looked at her and said,



“I’d like to see you for coffee. Put your number in here”



She duly obliged and handed my phone back saying,



“I gave you a fake number” with a smile.



She responded well to chat and it wasn’t long before very mild, but evidently sexual innuendo became the topic (e.g. sausage role euphemisms, and her lack of pierogi cooking skills would necessitate very close supervision from me should she ever cook for me



“How close would you stand?” She asked via text.



It felt on. We agreed to meet for coffee on Saturday at Starbucks on the Quayisde. The conversation was good, relaxed and I was attracted to her. By this point, I was yet to see her body and I had a feeling she was slightly over-weight. We moved onto venue 2, a lovely real ale brewery not far from where we lived. I sat on one sofa and she sat next to on the corner of the adjacent sofa. I gradually began to flirt more with her. By now she had removed her coat and I pleasantly surprised by what appeared to be a nice curvy ass and a big handful of tits. My kino developed to leg touches (she is a snowboarder) and her thighs were hard and tight. About 45 minutes in, another couple joined her on her sofa so I told her to come sit next to me. A few moments later my arm was slowly draped around her shoulder and I was a mere 6 inches from her face.



“You are very confident and presumptuous” she said with a smile.



I ignored her and continued to talk as I played with her hair and shifted it away from her face. My hand ran down her face onto her neck and her eyes glazed over. I leant in and kissed her neck once, then her ear and told her that I liked her eyes.



She was now mine. Her frame had completely relaxed. Over one more drink the kisses developed. I never went for a full kiss. Just her neck – and this turned her on hugely. One thing I always do now is ask girls to give me a hand massage. If you have ‘Mans’ Hands’ (e.g. gym callous, vascular etc) it’s a good way to display masculinity. Women always play idly with them as they massage and rub the thumb muscle.



At this point we were utterly relaxed. I liked this girl. I fancied her. I was happy to date 2 it. We left the bar and walked to my car. I moved close to her to kiss her properly and and she was instantly on me. Gyrating her pussy into me as we kissed deeply. This was on. I broke the tension by saying we were getting food and cooking at mine. No objections. We gathered the ingredients for a Greek Salad and marinated chicken. 30 minutes later I was pouring us a gin and tonic and she was washing and chopping vegetables. I would from time to time deeply kiss her and at one point I placed my hand down her jeans to reveal a smooth, wet pussy.



We ate food and then in the front room sat in the sofa. My dick was hard and I simply took it out of my lounge pants. She wasted no time in bending over and giving me a fantastic blow job. I took her upstairs and stripped her to her bra and panties. I slipped on a condom and got down to work. She was nice and tight and really submissive with the sexiest eyes and a superb tits. She loved really dirty wet kisses and I dripped saliva onto her lips and we kissed deeply – wet and dirty. I fucked her for 15 minutes and came hard. I withdrew expecting to see a nice bloated condom – but no – the thing had split and I had filled her up.



We went for round 2 in the front room. I made her sit there in her bra and pantyhose she had worn under her jeans and before long I was hard and fucking her doggy style over the sofa. I withdrew and straddled her on the floor, wanking over her pretty face as she looked at me with those deep dark eyes. I came in her mouth and all over her lips and she swallowed it all.



She stayed until around 1am – watching the Patriots game with me, before she left in a taxi. We have exchanged a few texts and things are up for this weekend – seeing her again on Saturday – cinema and food at mine. I like this girl – she seems to be good company, is feminine, dirty and attractive.



Big shout out to Greggs Sausage Rolls, boys!