Leggy Polish Catgirl

“Now they are a nice pair of shoes! Let me buy one. I want to throw it at my friend”

Not the most conventional opener. Explainable by the neat shots of vodka and pints of Guinness that had been consumed after a hard day on the streets chasing business.

I was reminded of this line, one week after opening the girl on the street as she inboxed me on Instagram. I was surprised as I had barely a memory of the episode.

‘Ah yes I remember you well’ I Lied as the conversation developed. She was a leggy, tall brunette with a good body and a decent face. An “English 8 but a Russian 7’ according to 7Daygame’s rating.

A week of incessant Instagram conversation ensued. I was in Poland the following week and we arranged to meet on the Saturday night for drinks. By this point I had delicately navigated the expectations route-way which had created an obligation to satisfy – she knew I liked stockings and tight black dresses.

I met her at 8pm in a more upmarket cocktail bar and she was already sat at the seat with a completely retarded looking cocktail stuffed with crudely carved vegetables and fruit. I scolded her in a friendly way. She looked great in a short black dress. I ordered a Bloody Mary and sat opposite her on a high table. I leaned back to look at her crimson red high heels under the table and caught glimpse of her tan stocking tops. I started to get a hard on and told her she was a Good Girl.

She wanted to stay in this venue but it wasn’t to my liking. Way too upmarket and I wanted to take her to some places that had sofas and a more ambient feel. She tried to change my mind but I simply told her to drink up and that we were going. We moved to a small Speakeasy that I have begun to take my dates to and it wasn’t long until we had a sofa. She was admittedly a little tipsy as she had had a couple of liveners before she left her apartment. And it wasn’t long until my hands were stroking the fabric of those stocking-clad legs as we immersed ourselves in slow-seduction.

We moved onto a third venue, an Irish Bar and sat at the bar as the seats were taken. She had placed her jacket over her legs and I told her I wanted my hands on her legs. She lifted her coat to allow me access, which was another compliance green light.

She was ready to bounce after around 90 minutes and my apartment was less than 1 minute away. We tried to get a bottle of wine but all the Zabca stores stop serving after 10am so it was off to consume the remnants of a bottle I had part-drank with the Russian on Thursday night.

She was a little bit shy, awkward and a little bit aggressive in her attempts to set the tone. A bit unpredictable. I kissed her. She momentarily reciprocated and then pulled away. She was horny and tried to bite my tongue. I told her calmly and directly I didn’t like that, and she didn’t try repeat it again. We were talking, touching, kissing, breaking contact and re-engaging over the next 15 minutes. I had the window open looking over a main street and stood behind her. She placed her hands on my chest and said,

“So you think you are fucking me tonight…you’re not”

I gently led her from the window to the wall and pushed her against it. I placed my hand up her dress and into her knickers in one deft move. Her pussy was wet and she had now reached the point of no return. My dick came out and I placed her on the bed fully clothed in her heels and was straight inside her. She was really tight and looked great as I rotated her feather-light body on top of me. She rode me as my hands grabbed her tiny ass cheeks. I picked her up and put her back down on the bed and fucked her raw until I filled her pussy up and watched her creampie develop as she lay there on the bed – legs spread.

We had another small drink and I made some green tea. We talked and she danced for me to Kill Bill soundtrack. She somehow also trashed the blinds in my apartment.

Within an hour she was on all fours as I went down on her pussy and ass – treating it all as one delicious unit as she panted and moaned. I fucked her again from behind before I came all over her knickers. We ended up in bed and I spooned her for another 2 hours as we drifted in and out of sleep as the drinkers and revellers noise drifted into my open window. At around 2pm she woke and booked a taxi. I tried once more to fuck her from behind as she waited at the door for her Uber and for a minute I was inside her – but then she pulled away and kissed me and was gone. I had 2 more hours until I had to call my own taxi to take me to the airport. I went back to bed and dozed.

She has been messaging constantly and is a girl I will definitely see again.