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
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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.
