The lay took place on Wednesday 7 January. Vika, the Belarusian I opened in Rome came over to visit me in Warsaw. This decision was prompted after nearly two months of careful long game.

Giving that I already tried to kiss her within 60 minutes of meeting her, there was no doubt about my intent. Over the following weeks I kept pinging her about my travels and activities. I mentioned that I would be spending the winter in Warsaw from December to March. We regularly hinted at us meeting up as she has friends living in Poland and regularly visits them from Minsk. She finally pulled the trigger herself stating that “she’ll visit her long time friend in Krakow but will meet me on Warsaw beforehand on Sunday evening.

She booked her on hotel for Sunday night and would leave to Krakow at 2 PM the next day. I met her at 7 PM on the train station in Warsaw central station. She looked exactly like I remembered her: tall¹ with long legs, medium-length blonde hair, stunning long legs, and piercing brown eyes. I really liked the distinct Slavic features of her face. The vibe was flirty from the get-go. Even though she booked her own place, I felt good about my odds. My objective for that night was to establish attraction with a proper kiss on the date - ideally close the deal. I wasn’t 100% sure of her logistics after she’d depart to her friend. I may not be able to see her a second time…

After meeting, we walked to her flat so she could shower and get ready. She brought me a couple of gifts from Belarus (awful chocolate, some kefir, and sugared cranberries). We drank a tea and soon walked off to Fabryka Norblina. We each got (terrible) Spaghetti with a dark Kozel beer - a throwback to our mutual trip to Italy where we met. She was quite testy: blasting me with constant shit tests. Luckily the eye contact was very strong so I didn’t mind and stayed non-reactive. I did some light verbal and physical escalation by playing with her rings.

After finishing the cursed spaghetti I bounced her to Piana Vishna on Nowy Swiat, the famous cherry wine bar. I like taking girls there because the alcohol is much stronger than it seems. I forgot that on Saturdays they have an obnoxious Ukranian band playing that destroys the opportunity to have a normal conversation in most of the bar. I had to take her all the way to the back, to the high tables where we would get a chance to talk. The good thing about the noise was that we had to lean in close to be able to talk to each other.

Halfway the first cherry wine she still wouldn’t reciprocate my verbal escalation. I decided to ramp it up and put my hand on the top of her neck and stroke her shoulders. She looked me in the eyes with a poker face and sipped her cherry wine. As I put down my hand to grab my glass she said, “I’d like you to put your hand back up there”. I guess she just liked to play games where she forced me to escalate on amber but give me just enough encouragement when I decided not to.

Two kiss attempts later I finally pecked her on the lips. At that point we were both getting rather drunk on the cherry wine. She said she wanted to go and we started walking towards Rondo ONZ in the direction of both our apartments. We walked straight back to hers without discussing where we were going. I’ve faced quite a lot of resistance so I wasn’t sure if a lay was in sight, but I was drunk and horny so decided to take it as far as I can.

Inside things got heated very quickly. After letting her adjust for a couple of minutes, I walked over to her, grabbed her by the neck and forced a proper kiss. I think she was waiting for it because she grabbed my neck and absolutely went for it. I remember spending three hours there battling LMR: we kissed, she straddled me, undressed me, I undressed her up to her panties, scratching, biting…

I was lying naked next to her on her bed when she was playing with my dick and offered me a blowjob. She asked, “do you have a condom?” Fuck. I prepared mine in my apartment and didn’t bring any. I wasn’t doing daygame in Warsaw so I didn’t carry my condoms on me. She wouldn’t give me a blowjob without a condom so I was soon dressed and on my way. Overall I was still satisfied with the progress I’d had made that evening. We agreed to meet on Monday the next day for coffee.

Monday Coffee and Walk

We met the next day at lunch time for a coffee at Fabryka. I could tell she was absolutely into me: strong eye contact, touching thighs, … It felt so on that I considered bouncing her across the street to my flat for a quick lay. We would only have one hour until her train that would take her to Krakow. “Let’s finish the sugary cranberries at my place”, I offered. At first she agreed, but after 50 meters of walking she rebuffed with “we only have one hour. Let’s properly enjoy the cranberries on Wednesday when I’m back”.

That suited me fine: I was still tired and hungover from last night. We had covertly agreed our sex date on Wednesday so my work was done. I took her to the old town for a walk and then accompanied her to the train station and waved her goodbye.

Wednesday Sex Date

Throughout Wednesday she was sending me sexually loaded pings and text messages. It was a done deal. I picked her up at the train station around 5 PM and walked her straight to my place. I poured us both a dark Kozel beer I bought earlier and got to work. Clothes came flying off and I soon had my notch. For some reason, I wasn’t that much into the sex. Perhaps I was stressed from work, or all the work I had to invest into this lay, but I just couldn’t enjoy it as much as I thought I would. I absolutely loved her long legs and round ass though. Unfortunately, as with many 27 year old girls, her tits started to show signs of aging. It was my least favorite body part of hers.

After I inviter her for dinner in the Red Hog - a nice traditional Polish establishment not far from my house. As we sat down and ordered more beer, we expressed a mutual desire to have great sex after dinner before her bus leaves at 10 PM. As we were scanning the menue, she got a phone call and decided to answer. Her face went pale and she looked at me with a shocked expression. “My cat has just died.”

The first thought that went through my head was, “thank God we already had sex an hour ago”. I was so grateful the furry bastard clung to life for one hour longer to let me get my notch. The second thought was me feeling bad for thinking the first thought. The dinner date quickly turned into a shitshow of her silently crying, but trying to keep her spirits hight. I asked for the bill as we finished our beers. She sat there stunned. I think she was in denial. After I downed my pint I urged her to go home and sit there.

I have to admit I was still rather horny and tried to escalate at home. She kissed me back and straddled me but her tears and sobbing and the palpable presence of death made the whole thing a bit weird so I backed off.

We took an Uber to the bus station where I waved her goodbye. She later told me that she spent the whole bus ride crying. The passenger next to her, and old man, gave her all his paper napkins. On some level I felt sorry for her, but I never particularly liked animals - especially cats. I was mostly ecstatic about the notch. I was deeply satisfied that months of careful long game and planning logistics culminated in a new flag.