Lay Report: elegant leggy French girl

So I had ventured into town with a guy from the gym who was keen to do his first set. He didn’t do one, but if he had, it couldn’t really have been any worse than the first two I did – which were appalling. The second, especially, was a little unfortunate as the girl turned around and caught my eye as I was about 6 feet away from her. This lead me to a weird rear-stop. It was structurally terrible despite pretty much there in terms of early in-set content.

An hour or so later I was heading back along the main street to the car. Done. Sets were thin on the ground. But then she walked towards us, a tall, very leggy brunette in tight jeans and converse. She was dressed in this strange metallic-looking jacket. I trotted down to her as my mate watched the set. My entry was straightforward with no silly nonsense – I just told her she looked attractive and foreign.

She was receptive and I stayed in set for 15 minutes. Various topics were covered, some light physical contact as well as good investment. It was a number close, but we have yet to speak on Whatsapp – only Instagram inbox.

I was flying to Poland 3 days later and explored the likelihood of a date over the weekend. She was keen to meet, but she had plans all weekend. Communication continued and we agreed to meet on the Sunday of my return. I met Nick Krauser for a couple of beers but mainly to check out his new ear piercings which were, I have to say, really nice and they further emphasised his feminine countenance. The plan was to have a couple of pints before leaving to meet her in a nice riverside ale brewery.

Then she cancelled 2 hours before the date, but she did at least suggest Tuesday night and emphasised her apology.

I’ll let you know, I said.

The next morning she messaged me again (see Twitter) saying that she wanted me to pick her up at 9am on Tuesday and she would be wearing a black dress and stockings (readers will note that the Daygame stop is but one facet; the base-camp, if you will. The hard work, the creativity, the ability to create some spark is demanded post-set, online through Whatsapp and Instagram. This is where we earn our corn. This is where I typically push hard for subtle yet direct and creative conversation that appeals to her desire and femininity, but does not have me come across as too sexually crude or clumsy – but instead, just a man who is able to follow through from my initial stop in a vein that is congruent – both masculine, articulate and intelligent and sexual. Readers will note that girls wearing stockings for me is an recurring theme on many of my dates which have been earned via Daygame).

And so it was. No cancellation text on the Tuesday. I drove off to pick her up and she was dressed exactly as stated. She had her gym bag which was a bright pink thing that I hastily placed in the boot of my car. We talked easily and comfortably as I drove us to a coffee shop – or at least I attempted to as the place in question was opening later. So I simply took the car back around and drove to mine, all the while speaking about France and food. As we pulled into my street I told her that,

We are just having coffee at mine. To which she replied, OK that’s good.

I put the kettle on but she did not want coffee but I made myself one all the same. I sat on the sofa and looked at her and said,

I’ve never kissed a French girl before (not true). To which she replied, I have never kissed an English (also probably not true).

She was very passionate, very horny. The give-away tells of gasps and barely perceptible moans came early as we kissed. I lifted her tight dress an inch at a time to reveal black stockings and lace black panties. She was soaking. I withdrew my by now hard dick and instructed her to suck, before she asked me to get a condom. I fucked her in the front room, both of us stood up, from behind, before taking her upstairs and enjoying the next 30 minutes of mixed hard/soft sex, before I came really hard inside her and the condom.

We fucked again and I asked her to her to tell me her sexual fantasies – in French. She went along with this and smiled as she whispered sentences to me (did one word sound like Uncle?). She has a great body and I am attracted to her. Her pussy was super tight. I dropped her off home for 12pm as I left for work meetings.

She messaged me again this morning saying she wants more, and I do to. I will be seeing this one again.

BroodingSea