[QUOTE=Ashwinder;1614148]Another Europe experience from five years ago- late June 2009. I remember this experience clearly as it was on my last night in Europe that year. I checked out of my Sachsenhausen apartment in Frankfurt a day earlier than my departure. I gave up most of my belongings- clothes and trinkets- accumulated over the last year to the Red Cross. Next, I heaved another large bag to the Deutsche Post office near my apartment and sent out all the parcels (more knick-knacks and useless souvenirs) to family and friends in India. The more controversial artefacts- Masturbation sleeves. Were packed deep into the only bag I was carrying. They were for friends (and me) who had spent an eternity looking at Fleshlight pop-up ads. I had put them into boxes made to hold candles to mask their thermal signature (I thought they were illegal, they are not). I put my luggage in the cloak room at the Airport and rubbed my hands with glee anticipating about my last night with Christina. I called her confirming, I am on my way to Fulda to pick her up. I imagined her smiling, well if not thinking about me, at least about the 300 Euros I was paying her for spending the night with me.
I had met Cristina at a strip-club named "Stars" on Kaiserstrasse, six months or so back. Since then, I visited her in her Red-light-district room every week, sometimes twice a week. On my last night, I intended to say goodbye to every bit of her. As I transited through the Hbf (train station) to take a train to Fulda, I drank my last 30 ml of Absynthe, packed some of Cristi's favourite vodka and wolfed down some serious Roast Pork Knuckle and Bratwurst to gear up for the night to come. I felt I knew pretty much everything about her. I had been with her around 35-40 of the 80 times I had had sex in my life until then (I was 21, I kept a count until the first 100, these are the things that you do, I would have written the count on my Facbook profile if there was a column). She was Romanian, knew her full name. I had dropped her to the Hbf for her train home many times. We had walked arm in arm. She had accompanied me. Without charge. To all kinds of social engagements. I had seniors from my Uni jealous of me because of her (She works at the market near my apartment, I had told them). I knew her fears, her goals in life, everything that I thought there was to know about a woman. She was tall almost 5-9 or 5-10, she had dark long hair. An angelic body. She would score a 100 on anyone's scale of 10.
So I took the train to Fulda and waited for her at the station. She turned up 10 or so minutes later. There was a man with her. He was shorter than either of us and had visible wrinkles. "This is Nico" (Rico or Mika what ever, I was not paying attention) she said "He workz at'za clinic" . She was getting me and herself tested for STDs. I appreciated that. We sat at the clinic for twenty minutes and waited for the results. I asked her. Who the guy was again? She did not answer so I quit asking. We cleared the tests and headed back to my 90 Euro hotel near the Airport. It was like every time we had met. She had her arms around mine, head rest on my shoulder. We had lunch at the Chinese Buffet near the Hbf we walked around the Riviera. We were sitting by the Maine river in Frankfurt when I reached down for some DFK. We had never kissed each other and today will be no different. I was hoping it would be different, but her polite stare and playful laugh, that I had grown used to as a sign of denial told me it won't be. She knew I knew that was the signal for "do not proceed".
Our action started at the hotel elevator- its Europe no one bats an eyelid at two people hugging and biting. She always over-compensated for not giving DFK. She was pretty much licking the brown off me. I had a red mark on my lower cheek by the time we reached our room. We gasped for breath after we reached inside (ironic) and started a minute after. I had left a bite mark under her ear. I had licked the corners of her eyes, both our ears were aching from the elevator bites. She stripped me. I hugged her in her floral skirt. The fabric was too thin to block my erection from touching her. It no longer mattered if she was wearing clothes. I was bear-hugging her to death. She stepped back, smiled and removed her dress and everything else, pushed me down on the bed and started a heavenly BBBJ. She had not even washed me like every other day. A few minutes or so later, I was struggling not to cum and pushed her away. I reached for my condom (Billy Boy), picked her up and dropped down on the bed and entered he. I humped her mad for a 2 minute and blasted deep in her. The urge to kiss her lips was so great that I buried my head in her neck and bit her, softly and grunted like a bull. She had been holding my arm until then, she moved them to my back and head and caressed them. I remember looking back down at her flustered face. It was still hot and red. "You have not come, have you" I asked. "Itz ok, vi'll longer nuxt time" she said. She was an angel.
She washed her self, washed me. Ordered for coffee and raspberry ice-cream and sat down back. Smiling, she even knew my food habits. It was still around 6, the sun was up and my room had a terrace. We sat there on a large arm chair, she with her coffee, me with my ice-cream rubbing my nose on the back of her bathing gown. We were not talking. "I am gone tomorrow" I said, I was probably not going to meet her again. She looked back, she was sitting on my lap. "Yuss" she said and rested back on my chest. We were not talking much. There was nothing left to talk about. It was getting cold, we went inside. I got into the sheet hugged her and went to sleep for an hour.
When I woke up, She was awake she had not moved. She pulled me out and gave me a nice shower. We hugged, I kept kissing her. My cock was up. We dried ourselves and went to the bed. She put me down on the chair and started sucking my cock. Her arms hugging my waist. I put my hands on her head and went rough. She never minded it. She went down licked my balls rubbed her face all over my groin. I felt like I was going to cum, So I picked her up and threw her on the bed and started kissing her all over. Man, I have an appetite for licking a girls body. I was like a dog, I did not spare any bit of her. I went lick her Pussy, she was wet, I licked an made her cum. You will know when a woman comes. She will push your head away immediately after. I was not done yet, I turned her around and started rimming her. She squealed, clutched my calf muscles, kissed the area above my ankle. I don't think many people had rimmed her before. I licked the are above her ass, she was making noises, I think she came again she moved my head away from her ass. "You are dirty" she quipped. She gripped my cock and took me to the bath room. "Brush" she said. "I am not loosing your smell" I replied. I was being sincere, I really did not want to. She made me sit on the chamberpot and rinsed my mouth with toothpaste. She pinched my nose when I refused to open my mouth.
After she was done she looked back at me. "Are you angry" early versions of my now perfect puppyface look said to her. "No, you reed Cuma Citra? " she asked. " Watch kino (porn) " I replied. She smiled. She sat on me lap all over again. Worked an erection up. "This time, cum" she said and started sucking me. I was still on the toilet and she was sucking me up. I responded well, my dick was a little tired, it needed her loving lips. But I was not going to CIM. I was always definite about cumming inside a woman. I flipped her and put my cock inside, this time bare. She did not protest, I was stunned (The STD test had been for CIM and BBJ, not bareback). I could not believe my luck. It was my first and only bareback till date. It feels phenomenal, I turned her around, there on the bathroom floor. Picked her up into the bed room and went on top of her. I made her suck my cock sitting on her tits for sometime and went back dowm and humped her to my hearts content. "Nut inzide" she said as I made my about-to-explode face. She pulled my dick out and took it in her mouth and rubbed my ass crack. I came. Gushing, with the water and everything. Bull grunting was replaced by some nauseating banshee, that I did not know existed in me. I had come a lot, her mouth was full of it. She could not hold it to spit in the bathroom and it spilled from her lips on to her body. She laughed, I laughed, she looked angelic with cum dripping from her mouth. Surely now she would not mind me kissing her lips. "Dirrty" she said as I tried to. "After we are clean?" I asked eagerly. "No" she said "we go out, eat".
We went into the shower together. I felt like pissing and moved out of the cubicle "Do on me" I heard. I turned back "Gulden Shawar" she said. My eyes were round not believing my luck. She caught my cock and sucked the [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord140][CodeWord140][/url] up, massaged my shaved pubes, she was a pro. I pissed all over her face and hair. Oh god. I wanted to marry this woman, be her slave forever- I would give up every ambition. She smiled at my gaping stupid face and turned the water on. We let it wash us down. Scrubbed each other clean. "Why you no use condom?" she asked as I cleaned her vag with her Vag-Soap. "I just thought I could" I said "I love you". "It ok " she said and "I check you before" she smiled.
We put our clothes on and headed out. She wore a kurti I had bought her once, with her jeans. It was cold, I gave her my jacket. We went to a movie- it was in German- neither of us understood shit. Had dinner by the Maine river, drank wine, red sweet. It was unsexual, we had exhausted our fluids. I had started feeling sad, she probably noticed that. " I suck you, when we go back" she said. We went back to our hotel. The guy at the door was smiling, he was old, nothing made him happier than young love (or probably room service had reported the aftermath of our fuckings to everyone in the hotel).
Neither of us had any energy left (I did not). It was 10:30 in the night and we cozied into the sheets. I hugged her and started kissing her all over again. She put the TV on and we started watching it. My dick had a feeble erection it was aching. It touched her vagina. "Sleep" she said. I drank a Bourbon from the mini bar and snuggled up in her arms and fell asleep. It was 6 AM when I woke. The sun was up and so was Christina. "You slept?" I asked "You make noise" she replied. "Sorry" I apologised wondering if I had farted or snored. "I sleep well" she assured. We went out to the terrace for the morning light. I had a flight at 7 in the evening. It was my last morning. We went to the buffet at seven. Finished our morning stuff came back up. Her train was at 10. I had time for one last session with her. We fucked for an hour or more She sucked me up, rimmed me, I fucked her without cover and even tried anal (Anal and rimming are common in Europe, if you are taking a girl for LT). I came in her ass. We had another shower session. She put her clothes on. I was never going to see her naked again. I dressed up too. My heart now heavy, my face welling up just that little bit. We held hands all our way to Fulda.
As the train reached the station, that short man from yesterday was there for her. "Who is he?" I asked Christina one last time. "My boyfriend" she replied and smiled. He was Polish I could tell that from his looks. I headed out of the train with her, smiled at her boyfriend. He returned a stony look. I congratulated him on having such a wonderful girlfriend in my broken German. That pissed him off. (My oversmart, supercocky, 20 yr old self had proved its dim wit). He said something in German and pushed me, he had been drinking. I lunged for him back my fist reaching his chin. Then it happened, Christina reached down for him and kissed him straight in the lips. I saw that. She broke the fight. She would not look back at me. Fulda is an empty station mid-morning, a lady walked down the subway staring at me. I stayed that few extra moments nonplussed. They kept on kissing. At it like animals. She was his. It was her way of showing it. She would not kiss me for all the money in the world. That was my cue to leave. When I returned on the Frankfurt side platform they had left. I was dazed.
So that was how it ended, my year in Europe. My strongest memory of Christie is still her kissing that short, greying Polish oldie. I hated them. But that was not the end. I was having lunch at the Chinese buffet, when she called me. She was crying. I said sorry as soon as I picked up her call. "Nut your fault, when your flight?" she asked. "7" I replied. "I come to Airport". "You don't have to" finally some chivalry creeping into me. It was 5 when I reached the main atrium of Terminal 1 of Fraport (Frankfurt Airport). She was already there. She wore a white coat and black trousers. She had no make-up. She looked nice. She smiled and hugged me. "You really leaving?" she exclaimed staring at the Red travel-bag. "Yes" I said. I was close to tears. She kissed me in the lips. Finally- One kiss for me too. We kissed for minutes. I was crying, so was she. I was too tall and sturdy to cry. She wiped my tears with her scarf. "I am sorry" I said as we broke up "I did not know". "It ok" she said working up a smile 'he love me too". "I love you more" I said. " I have baby with him" she said " 2 year old" I laughed, the finality of her words striking me. She understood that I understood. "I hope she is like you and not him" I smiled and told her. She smiled, I smiled, we kissed again for a little bit. I knew that this was our last meeting. She pulled out 20 euros from her pocket and gave me "Buy something nice for your Mother" she said "Tell her it from your Romanian girl-friend". How simple she was. I needed to go, it was 5:40. I could not leave while she was still there. She understood. She turned back walked all the way to the escalators below, looked at me one last time and left.
I miss her sometimes still. I never called her, her realities did not warrant my presence. I would go back to Europe many times, her number was now owned by a guy who spoke only German. I looked for her at her old night club and RLD room. She was not there. She had left, her times of sleeping for money was over. I bought a small but beautiful German China doll for my mother with Christi's 20 Euros. It stills stands among a multitude of trinkets in our family house.
The picture of her is from a picnic we went to. Her face is obscured to protect her identity. The events (most of them above) are true, conversations are made up. Some spice has been added through language.[/QUOTE]Great stuff bro. Amazing story of love and heartfelt gratitude. Really liked it.
