Euro-jaunt …chapter eleven

On a whim the three of us decided to book a short break to Tallinn. The plan was, I’d go to Stockholm, see Jenaya for a day or two, then we’d take the ferry over the baltic sea to Estonia. I was still in touch with Lisandra – the girl from the bus in Helsinki – so had the added bonus of potentially meeting up with her.
Like the three musketeers we agreed in unison, “Let’s do it!'”

I flew back into Stockholm the following month. Sam had said I could stay at his place anytime I wanted. He even done me the courtesy of making sure he was out anytime I wanted to have a girl over. What a guy!
I invited Jenaya to come sit by the lake with me. The lake was close to Sam’s apartment and not so far to walk. When she arrived she looked as great as ever. Radiant. We sat by the lake with our socks and shoes off and laughed our way through the afternoon like a cheesy scene from a rom com. It was picturesque and paradisiacal.
When we finally got up to leave I held her hand as we walked to Sam’s place. Even that gave me a boner. I told her, “Sorry but I can’t hold your hand, it’s making me hard.”
She looked at me wide eyed like I’d just stolen an old ladies handbag. “Come on, you’re not really hard.” She said.
I took her hand and put it on my dick.
“Oh my god.”
I’d never seen her blush so much before. It was endearing.
When we reached the apartment I put on some music we both liked. Sam was a musician and had a great stereo system so the music really enhanced the atmosphere. On request she took off her clothes but wanted to hang her shirt up for some reason, “Wait, let me just hang this up.” She said.
I watched her skip across the room towards some coat hooks on the door. She moved with grace and fluidity. ‘What a nice curvy booty,’ I thought to myself.
When she got back on the bed I licked her pussy forever. She still didn’t cum, but the sex was much better this time. No confined enclosure to navigate. She was much more relaxed and horny.
“What do you think about sex?” I asked.
“I like it. I like a lot.” She smiled.

Two days later the three of us boarded a cruise ship to Tallinn. “Bro, this trip is gonna be epic! I can just feel it.” Smiled Sam.
Obie, being more reserved, simply smiled confidently and nodded.
“That chick I told you about from Helsinki, Lisandra, has agreed to meet me for a drink tomorrow afternoon, she’s almost as hot Jenaya.” I told them.
Sam looked at me, paused, slowly blinked, and put out a hand on my shoulder, “Bro, just be cool and it’ll happen.”
I nodded in response as if under hypnosis.
We sat bobbing along the water feeling the ocean lash against the sides of the boat. The ship seemed to whine and creak in response as if communicating with the waves. It was like a whale song. I wondered if they might be underneath listening. I liked the sounds. I don’t know why.
I’d taken many cruises before. Multiple times with friends we had cruised from Newcastle to Amsterdam. They were always fun trips that ended with someone in our group paying a hooker to get layed. Boys will be boys.
I tried it a couple of times too. It wasn’t for me. I need to feel a woman’s doing it because she likes me, and not just for the cash. The validation can sometimes be more intoxicating than the pussy itself.
The ship continued to edge it’s way towards Estonia. We had a small room to sleep in. The total floor space was about the equivalent of a tournament sized snooker table. It had bunkbeds and surprisingly there was enough space between them to workout. Obie was easily in the best shape out of the three of us, a previous track and field star he put us to shame with how many handstand push-ups and press-ups he could do.
As the nightime grew closer we layed in the room talking about girls and pick-up. I didn’t know why but it felt we were on the cusp of something big. Something monumental. It was the feeling you get when you’re inline with a big mission in life. A great feeling. A cocktail of excitement and challenge. Camaraderie and lust. All thrown into one.

The next morning we arrived and went straight out for breakfast. The breakfast was pizza. Vapiano pizza. Not bad. It took away the hunger pangs and we decided straight away we would quickly get to the airbnb apartment, drop our bags in and hit the streets to chat up girls. My date with Lisandra wasn’t until the following day. We had all day today to explore the city while trying to get layed and generally just have fun talking to girls and laughing with each other.
Compared to other European capital cities Tallinn is pretty small. Like a toy town on the face of the planet. We perused the whole central area in just a few hours. I liked the dome roof tops and historical buildings. The girls were friendly but not much interested, you’d have more luck catching farts in a fishing net. That was ok though, the sun was shining and we were in a new place we’d never been before. That always feels great.
As we walked around we seen a couple of other guys daygaming. They were ok. One guy seemed to be by himself. He was older, bald, with bit of a pot belly that looked like he was trying to smuggle a basketball. After speaking to him we found out he was French. He gave Obie a masterclass on walking for some reason. I’d never noticed anything wrong with Obie’s walk before.
“You zee, you aftoo walk like zizz.” He said.
He walked up the street like he was on the catwalk, swaying his hips a little and making front to back motions with his shoulders. If he’d had pursed lips and one hand on his hip it would have added to be effect. Obie just nodded.
The French chap was called Christophe. He was a nice guy and it was good to meet someone daygaming in his mid-fifties. We invited him to join us as we walked.
He was from Paris. I never much liked the French people. I visited Paris and every french person I encountered was rude, but Christophe was one of the nicest guys I’ve ever met. We walked and walked until we could walk no more. Then we all had dinner together.

The next day we met up with Christophe again around lunchtime. His expression constantly bore the resemblance of a dog being told he was going for walkies. Excited. Jubilant even. It would be a short afternoon for me. I only had a couple of hours free before the date with Lisandra.
When the time rolled around the guys wished me luck and I went to meet her. She looked stunning. She wore a cream summer dress with a denim jacket over the top that complimented her blonde hair and made her blue eyes stand out more. She was really pretty. I felt almost honoured to be there with her.
We got a bottle of chardonnay to share in a bistro type place and the conversation flowed as easily as the wine. There was great chemistry. For the first time my mind never wandered to thoughts of Jenaya. I then realised it just takes one pretty girl to distract from another, and pretty women are everywhere, which is as wonderful as it is disconcerting.
We finished the bottle and, slightly tipsy, I insisted on going to cook us dinner. She happily agreed and we went off to the supermarket for supplies.
‘We’re gonna eat and then fuck, I can’t wait!’ I drunkenly thought to myself.
I cooked us pasta parcels filled with spinach and accompanied them with chopped tomatoes, chilli and garlic. The food was flavoursome and we had more wine to go with it.
I was becoming intoxicated. I didn’t want to be to drunk though so I slowed down with the wine. Suddenly there was music started to play from somewhere in the apartment. I looked around slightly confused.
Lisandra had left her bag by the door as she came in. Her phone was inside ringing. She jumped up and ran to get it, coming back with it glued to her ear and speaking Estonian. She sat down and continued to talk. I could faintly hear a female voice as I took more sips of the wine I’d just promised myself not to drink.
Eventually she put the phone down and looked up, “My friend is coming here, I hope you don’t mind that. I told her she can share the wine with us before I go out for drinks with her. What’s the address so I can text her it?”
My heart sank. Not only would I not be getting layed, but now I’d have two girls here gossiping in another language. The idea of a threesome came to mind, but I could tell by Lisandra’s body language that wasn’t going to happen. We were good, there was chemistry, we held hands on the way to the apartment and a little hand touching before dinner but she had a strong frame and my intuition was telling me not to push harder yet. I needed more time, but more time it seemed was no longer an option.
After her friend Anna turned up at the apartment it seemed the only obvious conclusion was for me to leave the apartment a half hour later and invite her and Anna to have their drinks with me and the guys. I wasn’t sure if Sam, Obie, and Christophe would like this idea but I suggested it anyway.
They agreed to come. They seemed to be pleased about it.
It was about an hour later when we all rendezvoused at a cafe bar type place. It was dimly lit, which I preferred, and had an American feel to it. I liked the chilled atmosphere there, it was relaxing, and there was a big table with comfortable chairs for us all to sit around.
I was still a little drunk but pacing myself nicely. The hardest part was maintaining some form of authoritative figure whilst being sat with three other dudes. If one of the others would be seen as more alpha or charismatic than I, the girls would likely more naturally gravitate toward him and my chances with Lisandra would diminish as she would see me having less value than she’d previously thought. Girls are always looking to disqualify a guy when it comes to first dates. It didn’t need to be a competition. I just needed to show I wasn’t the meek one of the group. This was especially true with Lisandra who clearly needed strong dominance for attraction.
My natural introvertedness fought against me tooth and nail. Put me in a group of more than three people and I’ll begin to wither. The more people the more I’ll shrink into the shadows, but the alcohol helped.
We joked around and the time seemed to fly by. Before we knew it it was close to midnight. I’d need to start figuring out a strategy for excavating Lisandra from the group and back home with me.
I never got the chance. Anna was excitedly talking about going to the nightclub. She even managed to get everybody on board with her cunning plan. I really didn’t want too but had to go along with it.
The good news was that I finally got Lisandra alone. We’d found a couch in one of the chill out areas of the club and there we sat with my arm around her shoulder and my other hand linked with hers, resting in her lap. I was dropping hints about not staying long, while she was giving me shit test after shit test. She was relentless.
“You just want to sleep with me don’t you?”
“Yes, five times at least for tonight, then we can move in together and it’ll just be three time’s per night.”
“You know I’m not coming home with you.”
“You can do what you like, its been a fun day though. I like how your eyes sparkle.”
“We should find Anna and go dance.”
“I’m happy to stay here. We have wine. The atmosphere in here is cool, and my company is great.” I winked.
“Maybe I’ll leave soon anyway, and go stay at my friends place.”
I stayed as nonchalant as I possibly could and just replied, “Ok.”
She never moved though. She stayed sat with me and cuddled into me a little more.
I guess I passed the tests.
Some strange activity was afoot as we stayed sat on that couch. There seemed to be an almost continuous line of guys coming over and saying hi to her. It didn’t bother me. They were just more tests. As long as I remained cool none of them were a threat.
“That’s my ex.” She said about one guy in particular.
“Yeah? He looks cool.”
“He’s an asshole.”
I laughed. We sat there while more guys passed and said hi. Hardly any girls said hi.
“Ok, let’s get out of here.” I told her.
“Yeah, you’re right, it’s late now, I’ll need to find Anna.”
“You don’t need to find her, come on let’s leave.”
“No, I’m finding my friend.”
“Ok, come on then, let’s find them.”
Sam, Obie, and Christophe had all disappeared. None of them had taken Anna home. We found her stood chatting with three guys at the bar. Lisandra joined in the conversation. I simply looked on, deciding whether to just sneak away.
After a little wrestling match of the mind I decided to stay a little longer. Luckily they said goodbye to the guys a couple of minutes later and we all walked out of the club together. It was starting to rain ever so slightly, “We should get a taxi,” said Anna, “I’ll find one that’s free.”
She walked away and started opening taxi doors. I turned to Lisandra, “Well, today was fun. I’m glad we got to meet again after Helsinki.” I told her. I wanted to give the impression I was about to leave.
I believe it worked.
“Ok, I’ll come to yours, but nothing’s going to happen. I just need to let my friend know. She walked over to Anna and I slowly followed, giving her time to say goodbye without me loitering, and then saying goodbye to Anna myself.
I was so tired I was starting to genuinely not care if she had come back with me. The pull of a restful sleep in solitude was winning the poll. I was happy that I’d persisted though.
We walked to the airbnb. The lights were off inside. Obie and Sam were asleep. I was slightly jealous but also beginning to get excited by this soon-to-be-naked girl riding me. The door to my room was nearest the entrance so I whispered to come inside.
As soon as the door closed behind us I pushed her against the wall and started kissing her. There was no resistance.
For all her beautiful face and guarded persona it turned out that she wasn’t the best lover. Even her body in the early morning light was not as great as I’d imagined it during the days countless daydreams. I still enjoyed every inch and every minute of her of course. Her beautiful face and smooth skin took care of that. Plus all of the work I’d put in to having her made the prize more desirable. But I decided then and there I’d never work so hard for a woman again.

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