I meet a girl on Friday evening -a tourist traveling by herself, one of the easiest target by a mile- and we went for a bottle of wine on a bench close to my place, my by far favourite kind of date: simple, privacy, no hassles on paying or going to the bar, freedom, possibility of strong escalation and good air.
She didn't come upstairs to pick the wine with me as she was a bit scared.
Maybe I should stop joking about me handing a knife as that puts the violence bug in their ears, but it always gets a laugh
.
Anyway, we're on the bench and as the wine finishes has to pee. The perfect moment to go back to my place.
We were already kissing and I was already touching her private parts. She still rejected my advances quite often but I never really cared and just laid back, also because it seemed obvious it was on -her legs were mostly over mine and the interaction was very nice and light hearted-.
When I take my turn on the toilet I come back in the room to find her already sitting on the bed -rather than the couch-.
Dumb me, I even open a new bottle of wine, which went completely untouched.
At least I had the common courtesy of opening the cheapest one
.
She insists on seeing my passport, I finally do show it and don't reattack her right away not to be too "chasey", she's not going anywhere anyway.
A few silly LMR ("I need to go" after I was fingering and removing the pants) when she was already horny and passionate and it was obvious it was going to happen.
The girl loses a few points in my eyes with these LMRs because they're a bit too silly.
After the second session I only had one condom left and though I knew it wasn't the smartest move I left it on rather than not having a 3rd session at all.
The condom rips.
We agree to meet the day after at around 14 so I can help her out getting a day after pill. My main regret is that I didn't go for a further session bare back while it would have been OK if we were taking the pill.
Honestly, the day after I did think "no way she will remember my name and my address... I could just disappear".
But they were just mental fitness thoughts, I wasn't going to do it, she was in the most fertile days and didn't know the local language.
And though she had a BF -whom she didn't love-, she was cool.
I was late 30+ minutes though which was another not so smart move from my side considering she was on a tight schedule with her flight... And I would have been on the hook as much as she was if we didn't find the pill and a pregnancy ensued.
Long story short, we only find the pill at the very last pharmacy: the one at central station, where we had gone to take her train for the airport.
Train that arrived at the airport 7 minutes after the gates officially closed (I didn't go all the way to the airport though).
Talking about in the nick of time
.
I really admired her resolve during this time: never screaming or crying, never making big dramas and actually joking and laughing at my motherhood jokes and her conservative Asian parents (un-)acceptance of a European guy.
It was a funny weekend.
She didn't come upstairs to pick the wine with me as she was a bit scared.
Maybe I should stop joking about me handing a knife as that puts the violence bug in their ears, but it always gets a laugh
Anyway, we're on the bench and as the wine finishes has to pee. The perfect moment to go back to my place.
We were already kissing and I was already touching her private parts. She still rejected my advances quite often but I never really cared and just laid back, also because it seemed obvious it was on -her legs were mostly over mine and the interaction was very nice and light hearted-.
When I take my turn on the toilet I come back in the room to find her already sitting on the bed -rather than the couch-.
Dumb me, I even open a new bottle of wine, which went completely untouched.
At least I had the common courtesy of opening the cheapest one
She insists on seeing my passport, I finally do show it and don't reattack her right away not to be too "chasey", she's not going anywhere anyway.
A few silly LMR ("I need to go" after I was fingering and removing the pants) when she was already horny and passionate and it was obvious it was going to happen.
The girl loses a few points in my eyes with these LMRs because they're a bit too silly.
After the second session I only had one condom left and though I knew it wasn't the smartest move I left it on rather than not having a 3rd session at all.
The condom rips.
We agree to meet the day after at around 14 so I can help her out getting a day after pill. My main regret is that I didn't go for a further session bare back while it would have been OK if we were taking the pill.
Honestly, the day after I did think "no way she will remember my name and my address... I could just disappear".
But they were just mental fitness thoughts, I wasn't going to do it, she was in the most fertile days and didn't know the local language.
And though she had a BF -whom she didn't love-, she was cool.
I was late 30+ minutes though which was another not so smart move from my side considering she was on a tight schedule with her flight... And I would have been on the hook as much as she was if we didn't find the pill and a pregnancy ensued.
Long story short, we only find the pill at the very last pharmacy: the one at central station, where we had gone to take her train for the airport.
Train that arrived at the airport 7 minutes after the gates officially closed (I didn't go all the way to the airport though).
Talking about in the nick of time
I really admired her resolve during this time: never screaming or crying, never making big dramas and actually joking and laughing at my motherhood jokes and her conservative Asian parents (un-)acceptance of a European guy.
It was a funny weekend.