Euro-jaunt …chapter eighteen

After Katie left I was a bit stuck deciding what to do. We’d had a great time together but now she was gone. Katie was gone. Jenaya was gone. Josipa would now be in Italy with her boyfriend. Mirjana was planning to move to Dubai to fulfill her dream of being an air stewardess. Even the regular girls I’d been seeing in Newcastle had almost all disappeared because of my hardly being there. I decided I’d go back to Prague to see Veronika, but first I’d join Krauser in Belgrade, Serbia.
I booked both flights for the February. One after the other. First Belgrade, then Prague. I’d have preferred somewhere warm during winter. Oh well, ‘Euro-jaunting with Nick Krauser, I wonder how that will turn out.’ I thought to myself. I invited Christophe along too. He was a big fan of Krauser. I knew it would be a privilege for him to be out daygaming alongside him.
We all took separate flights and met up the following day. There were five of us in total, Krauser, Christophe, me, and two German guys I’d never met, Neils and Jarrod. Everybody was older than I was. It was nice to be the youngest for a change.
We all went for dinner together and talked about women. Krauser asserting himself as the commander of the table. Christophe stayed pretty quiet. I’m not sure if he was a bit in awe of being sat with the master himself, or if, like me, he was just introverted and didn’t like there being a small crowd of us. Neither of us said much during the dinner and I was fine about that.
“Right comrades! Time to hit the streets me thinks!” Krauser clapped his hands together loudly as he said it. We’d finished our meal and were going to pair off. Krauser with Neils. Then Christophe, Jarod, and myself going off in the opposite direction. Jarod was a nice guy just like Christophe. Laid back and cool, taking life easy. I enjoyed their company but both needed to be more pro-active if they were to see any results. It’s not enough to just go talk to a woman and expect her to open her legs. She needs to feel the roar inside you. For the pussy to get wet she wants to see that look of steel and determination in your eyes. Paradoxically she also needs to feel your nonchalance. Christophe and jarod had the nonchalance but they lacked the steel.
We paraded the streets of the city centre. Every so often we’d bump back into Krauser and Neils. Krauser would orchestrate the conversation for five minutes then we’d go off in different directions again.
I would be in the city the shortest amount of time. Only three days. Krauser and Christophe a week. Neils and Jarrod had set up camp there. They had open ended tickets and planned to stay as long as they liked it. I believe they were both copywriters or had some other location independent vocation.
It was hours since we had dinner. Most of the shops had closed for the evening and the streets were emptying. Jarod had left and Chris was debating getting an early nights sleep. Soon there would only be the moon and the stars for company.
I admitted defeat.
“Fuck it then,” I said, “I’m probably going back to the apartment too.”
“Jack, are you shoo-err, we can stay fur longgyerr if you wish.”
I let out a sigh. “Ok just ten more minutes.”
We walked back to the main street. There weren’t any women to talk too. In the time that had passed we’d barely spoken to anyone. Then from the corner of my eye I seen a cute athletic looking girl with long wild curly hair. She was by herself and looked quite bored.
“This hair,” I told her, “It’s grrreat.”
She laughed out loud and thanked me for the compliment. “Where are you from?” She asked.
“The United Kingdoms of the west.” I told her.
“Oh you are British. Very nice.”
“Yes, I’m just like James Bond, but without the sophistication and the licence to kill.”
“Hahahaha.” She laughed.
“Where are you going? Are you out window shopping?”
“I just wanted to walk around.” She told me.
“Well you picked the perfect night for it.”
“What do you mean?” She asked.
“Well we wouldn’t have met otherwise.”
“Hahahahaha.”
“Let’s walk up to the fortress together,” I told her, “I think I may get a hot drink along the way.”
“I don’t know. I think I just want to be alone this evening.”
“Come on. Don’t be boring.” I tugged on her sleeve playfully.
That got her laughing again, “Ok,” she said, “but not for long.”
We walked to the fortress. The prettiest part of Belgrade with a wonderful view over the city. The more time we spent together the more she laughed. We walked for what must have been another two hours. Admiring the landscape and discussing her life in the city.
I suspected Christophe was fast asleep in bed by now. I started thinking about my own bed, and more importantly how to get her in it.
“Claudia let’s go have some wine at my place. It’s not far from here.”
“I don’t know Jack. It’s late. I should go home.”
“Come on, just one drink.” I tugged at her sleeve again.
“Hahaha.” She really liked to laugh. “Ok one drink.”
I poured us both wine and leaned over to kiss her. My first attempt of the evening. She gave a polite peck in response and pulled away letting out another little chuckle. We talked some more and I went for the kiss again. It was reciprocated by another peck and chuckle.
Three hours of peck and chuckles later I’d had enough. I pinned her down on the sofa forcing my lips on hers. She finally kissed me properly but told me she needed to leave, it was almost 3am. I ignored it and kept escalating. She jumped up and ran to the other side of the room laughing. “Ok, we’re going to play this game” I whispered.
I chased her around the room while she screamed and laughed, dodging me over and over. Each time I did catch hold of her I’d manage to remove one item of clothing. It was like a game of strip tag. On and on it went until she was finally naked and relented. ‘Here comes my second same day lay,’ I thought. I quickly put on the condom, slid it in and cum after five strokes. Dreadful.
The anticipation had been built up so much that the final victory of having my cock in her was to much for my brain to handle. I was way way over overexcited.
Claudia didn’t say anything. She just smiled.
“Wait,” I told her, “let me just change the condom.”
She looked at me curiously. Almost in disbelief.
I was still hard. One ejaculation wasn’t enough to subside the sexual desire she’d pumped up. I stuck it back in and we went at it again. This time lasting much much longer. It was coming up 5.30am by the time she called her uber to leave.
“Well, I’ll be seeing you Claudia.”
“Goodbye Jack. It was nice to meet you.”

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