It all started back in March. I had been in Tallinn for 4 days and had blanked. The closest I had come was a LMR with a cute Turk who I was practically banging in the bar, but owing to my terrible logistics (no music, protection, wine etc) it flaked on my bed. As she left my apartment she turned to me and smiled, before saying “thank you for not raping me”.
It was a harsh lesson learned. Next day, at the airport, hungover and horny, staring at the departure board, I noticed out of the corner of my eye the blonde flash of an ice-white blonde ponytail, coupled with her tight leather trousers and yellow jacket. “Fuck me” I thought to myself. Probably 25. Cute, athletic, a bit MILFy. I debated opening, and decided against it. She was in an obvious rush for a flight.
I arrived in Edinburgh and left the airport to find my shuttle bus stand that would take me back to the train station. I scanned the stands and who do I see but Little Miss Ice White. I instantly went over to her and opened indirect,
“You look a lot less panicked and stressed than you were in Tallinn, I see you made your flight!”
She looked at me emotionless for at least two seconds (she later admitted that she was about to turn away and ignore me, but she liked my eyes and this was the only reason she decided to respond). We entered into small talk. She is a beauty consultant with her own business in Glasgow. Latvian. We chatted for easy ten minutes until her bus pulled up and I asked for her Instagram. She said she didn’t have it but offered Facebook, instead.
Over the next 4 weeks we exchanged messages and eventually numbers. Conversations were never sexual. I tried some subtle movements into this territory but she shot them down. What was clear was that we were getting to know one another. She had divorced two years ago and had not dated since, despite a lot of attention from men (she has the body of a 20 year old and is very pretty).
We spoke about meeting up and doing something together. Coffee dates were small-change and she decided on wanting to tick-off a Bucket List destination – The English Lake District. So we agreed on a two-day break in May when the weather improved. The conversation by this point had developed into more risqué territory (e.g. stockings talk, vibrators etc – she even jokingly asked “do I need to bring mine this weekend”). But this was no Gimme, as I was to discover.
I arrived on the Friday afternoon after having attended a couple of business meetings earlier in the day. She invited me into her room and made me coffee. I had by this point not still not booked my hotel room. At her prompting, she gave me the hotel number and I managed to get the remaining room in the hotel. She wasn’t making this easy, I thought to myself. And unlike in the porn movies, the, “well you may as well just stay in my room” comment never came.
We met for food and talked and she was making it clear this wasn’t a date. She viewed it as two people who had just met. I didn’t press her on this. We continued to get to know each other more and went for a walk up to a viewing point. She looked incredible in her gym leggings. Long legs and nice arse. We went back to the hotel where she had promised to “wax my back” and had actually brought all her equipment with her. She was inspecting the things in my room and shit-tested me saying my cologne was terrible and that, “you need to train legs more”. She inspected my back and said I had a lot less hair than most men. I asked to feel hers and she was instantly cold and uncomfortable. She made it clear I had overstepped. I ignored this and didn’t take offence, or huff. I simply accepted it and moved the conversation on. She started the process and we talked a lot more. She did my back and underarms. As I stood up she was looking at my shoulders and her pupils dilated,
“How are your shoulders so good”, she asked twice.
I ignored her. We joked about her waxing my cock. She said she never did men. But then she asked to see and peeled down my tracksuit bottoms to the top of my cock. She was really considering it and did a sample patch. But then she said she was uncomfortable trying it, not because she was embarrassed to see my cock, but from a technical point of view. She said she felt unqualified to do it. We began massaging each other’s feet and spoke for an hour. Totally relaxed now. She was opening up to me more and more. After some time had passed I said lets watch a movie. She agreed, and I told her to come lie next to me. She cuddled in and I inserted my leg in between both of her legs at her upper thighs. She was now stroking my chest. My hands were massaging her thighs and outer arse and she started making those little female gasps. I escalated and kissed her neck and she started moaning. Pushing her pussy onto my thigh. We kissed and she was on fire. And then the bombshell,
“I’ve just came on my period today”.
I smiled and told her I didn’t care, told her I had a black towel in my hotel room.
“This is crazy” she kept saying.
I came back with the towel and she had showered into a tiny black nightie. We were fucking within ten minutes and she hadn’t bled a bit other than a couple of tiny drops). She took my cock into her mouth and I face fucked her. As I was about to cum, she pulled my cock out and wanted to bring me back down, orgasm denial and bring me back again, but it was too late. A spurt of cum hit her lips and she was straight back onto my cock, sucking and swallowing every pulse.
We fucked across the weekend, in between boat rides, hill walks and afternoon snoozes. Not only did I fuck the tampon into her so deep next morning (don’t ask) which led to me trying to pull it out as she was on all 4s (cock straight back in) but I also took a shit in her toilet that afternoon which blocked the cistern and flooded the bathroom. Two moments I never anticipated (the latter so fucking embarrassing).
I stayed with her on Saturday night and we spoke all Sunday morning by the Lakeside before dropping her for her train at 2pm. It was an incredible weekend with a genuinely lovely, savvy, and interesting woman who is motivated and driven (she runs two businesses). She hadn’t fucked since her divorce over 30 months ago and I will see her again. I haven’t banged a woman over 30 in years but this one made an impression on me in a big way.