Euro-jaunt …chapter fourteen

 

Nothing else happened in Budapest. Obie recovered. Roxy blocked me. I returned to Newcastle. It was time for another new adventure. Next stop was Croatia.
It was still warm there when I stepped off the airplane steps. The October sunshine felt great. I much preferred not wearing coats. I believe that to be a British thing.
After the transfer to the city I met up with Christophe. He was as happy and chirpy as ever, hugging me on arrival and eager to go talk to women. Such a gent but he lacked the fire, the hunger, to really make things happen with girls.
We went to a small cafe and ate pancakes with maple syrup.
“How iz Obie?” He asked.
“Obie is great, I’ll see him in a few weeks in Stockholm. You should visit there too. The girls are the prettiest I’ve ever seen.”
“Yezz, I av urd dey are beautifool.”
We left the cafe and walked toward the city centre. It didn’t take long to notice many of the girls had a similar look to them. The dark hair. Dark eyebrows. Dark eyes. Olive skin. They were like beautiful clones of each other. An army of sexpots. But each time I tried to talk to one they ran away. The only women I’d met as shy as Croatian’s were most Asian girls.
We continued to peruse the capital. Sightseeing and approaching girls went hand in hand. It was a pleasurable mix of fun and curiosity. As we walked on the periphery of the main square I spotted the most stunning clone of them all. She was a little taller than most but had perfect features. She looked straight out of the pages of a catalogue. A real starlet. I jogged up along beside her, “You have the best walk I’ve seen all day.” I told her. It was dumb but I was self amusing.
She glanced at me, smiled, and kept moving. I didn’t take the hint. I kept moving too. “I noticed you back there as we both turned the corner together.” I smirked.
She looked again, this time shaking her head so shallow and fast the centrifugal force on her brain must have been immense. She then speeded her walk to a power strut before suddenly turning and darting into a H&M store.
I weighed up my options.
Fuck it.
I followed her in.
She walked straight to the back near the underwear section. The obvious choice I supposed. I stuck with her, doing my best not to look like a pervert whilst trying – and failing – to keep her attention, “Just wait, I want to ask you something.”
She continued to ignore. Somehow we ended up in a corner. Now it really felt weird. She looked to both sides of me. I had them covered but by that point if she really wanted to leave I’d have let her. It was beginning to look like harassment.
“I just wanted to ask why you are so afraid to say hello?”
I expected the claws to come out and fur to fly but she just stared at me making full eye contact. I made full strong eye contact back at her. She was even more beautiful than I first thought. Although her expression read, yes-I’m-gorgeous-but-I’ll-crush-you-like-an-ant.
“I’m not afraid to say hi.” She replied in an extremely sassy manner.
“Good. My name’s Jack. Are you going to be polite now and introduce yourself?” I said sternly.
“Mirjana.” She huffed. I noticed her shoulders relax a little. Maybe her Hitler type demeanour was diminishing.
“Did you just come in here to avoid me or are you actually looking for something?” I laughed.
She surprised me by smiling widely. It was an extremely sexy smile. “I’m just looking around.”
“Well since you don’t seem to have any important plans let’s go grab a drink together.”
She looked at me curiously then opened her perfect lips, “No. Sorry. I don’t like to talk to strangers.”
“Really? I’d never have guessed.” I winked. She breached another smile. I continued, “You know, everybody is a stranger until you get to know them.”
This time she even giggled a little. I jumped on the opportunity, “Listen I’ll take your number and leave you alone to do your shopping. Deal or no deal?” Spoken in my most compassionate tone.
I couldn’t believe she gave her number, but it was futile, I didn’t expect to see her again. I left the shop and was pumped. I went straight over to the next attractive girl I seen. She also went into a shop. “Stop,” I told her, “that hair is wonderful.” I grimaced at the words, thinking what a strange thing to say.
She smiled back at me in a seductive way, “Well funnily enough I came in here for a hairbrush but thanks for the compliment.” She turned to walk away.
“You’re not going to be polite and tell me your name?” I figured if it had worked with Mirjana it would work with this girl too.
“Nope. Have a nice day.”
“Wait. Look it’s obvious I’m attracted to you, no need to be such an ice queen.” I smiled.
She returned it with a small grin of her own, “Listen. I’m sorry. I like your confidence but I have a boyfriend I love very much.”
I felt a dull thud come from my stomach but ignored it and carried on, “You don’t have to apologise, but you should give me your number anyway. I mean, who knows what could happen in the future.”
She looked at me curiously. Like an eagle eyeing it’s prey. To my surprise she also gave me her digits. She clearly just wanted rid of me.
About an hour later I text both her and Mirjana.
I got no reply from either.

The following day I was sat with christophe in a small cafe. We were mulling over what to order when the girl buying the hairbrush lit up my phone, ‘Hi, it’s Josipa. I didn’t tell you my name yesterday, but that’s not important. Not knowing my name would probably be better. I thought about you after you left. I’ve decided we can meet, but I have conditions. First, and most importantly of all, you need to understand that I love my boyfriend. I’ll always love him. You will never replace him so don’t even consider it. If you can accept this then we can have sex. You can’t tell anybody about it – obviously, and it will only be sex. Can you agree to that?’
I looked over at Christophe. He looked back at me blinking, waiting to hear what was so fascinating. ‘I understand. Don’t worry.’ I replied.
I couldn’t believe my luck. We’d barely spoken a handful of words to each other. I wondered whether it could be a prank. But why would she bother. She must have been serious. Seriously horny. My reality was shifting in ways I never thought possible.
We met later that evening straight after she finished work at a restaurant. She was kind enough to come directly to my place. Things were seeming almost to easy. I poured us some wine and inspected her closely. She had beautiful skin and large soft lips. My balls buzzed at the thought of kissing them.
She explained her boyfriend was out of the country. She would be leaving Croatia to join him in two weeks and they would start a new life in Italy.
“This is my last chance for another man’s dick,” she told me, “it’s the only time I’ve ever cheated too so I hope you’ll be worth it.” She looked at me mischievously with that seductive expression again.
“Let’s find out.” I winked.
I got up from the chair opposite and went over to where she was sat. I swept her hair to one side and began to kiss and lick her neck from behind. The sound of small moans emanated from her throat before she turned and kissed me. Her kisses were great. Her lips were so full and she knew exactly how to use them. I ran my hands down the sides of her body and back up. When they searched her shoulders I motioned for her to stand. She stood up and turned around to face me. You could feel the magnetism. I leaned in against her so that she was sat on the edge of the table. I kissed and licked her neck more as she looked to the ceiling and embraced me with her arms. Gradually we started to undress. There was excitement and passion and electricity. It filled the air and the space between us. We both wanted each other badly. Each touch of my hand against her skin sent jolts of pleasure through my body. I desperately wanted to be inside her. I reached over to put on a condom but she grabbed my hand. She looked at me with a half smile, “Don’t wear it. I hate them. I want to feel you properly.”
I was a fool. A drunk. Drunk with desire. Intoxicated by the allure of her naked body and beautiful shaven pussy. I slid myself inside of her like a letter into a perfectly fitting envelope. My cock was bare and my head was empty but it felt like heaven.
We had sex five times all through the night. Sometimes we fucked. Sometimes we made love. Sometimes it was a mixture of both. I don’t know how long it had been since she had been with another man. All I knew was the boyfriend waiting for her in Italy was a lucky guy. He’d get to have her every night. I would only have her this night. I made the most of it.
When morning came we’d both only had two hours sleep. It was worth every second of sleep deprivation. I’d lose sleep for a week to have another night like it again.

Christophe was pleased for me. He smiled so wide when I reported the nights events.
“Jack, you iz a master wid zeese women. I need to copy what you do.”
Christophe’s biggest problem was low self confidence when it came to young women.
He was fifty five years old and seen it as an obstacle. He had a mental block when it came to meeting and attracting women under forty. I didn’t have such beliefs. My mentality was, I’d go for the women I was attracted to regardless of my age. It’s just a number. It means nothing with the right mindset. Fuck whatever society says. If a guy is confident, sure of himself, and has a good energy then the attraction switches will be flicked. His appearance becomes the least important factor.
We visited a market and both strolled along eating olives. I never remembered olives tasting so good. Maybe it was the sunshine adding to the feel good sensations. I looked at my phone hoping for a small dopamine hit to add to the sensory cocktail and was surprised to see five minutes earlier Mirjana had responded to my text three days previous. I messaged back immediately. I wanted to catch her while she was talkative.
We seemed to have much more chemistry over text than we did in real life. The messaging went back and forth all afternoon. Each sms had me smiling a little more than the last. I waited for a high point where I knew she’d be laughing and followed it up with the suggestion to meet.
We settled on meeting the following day. It was my final day in the city.

I awoke feeling pretty good. It was one of those days where it feels as though life isn’t so bad afterall, in fact, life feels great sometimes.
I bathed, massaged my teeth with colgate, and ate a good healthy breakfast. Afterward I meditated for an hour. Everything was flowing. I had a good feeling about Mirjana. She was no Jenaya, but she was close. I’d surmise by most people’s standards she was hotter, but Jenaya still had that hold on my mind. Even on a happy day like this she would enter my brain and make me yearn to be there in Stockholm with her instead. I shook it off and went to meet Christophe for an early lunch.
He’d had some success of his own. Nothing miraculous but I’d managed to convince him to start approaching the younger women. The ones he actually liked. The ones in their late twenties and early thirties
He was getting just as many phone numbers as from women in their forties. He seemed astonished that it was possible.

When 3pm arrived I was there to meet her. She looked even more stunning than I remembered. This seemed to be one of the great perks of meeting women in the daytime as opposed to the night. In the nightclubs you are seeing them at their best. Full make up and tight cocktail dresses. During the day they are dressed casual with minimal make up, yet they are still pretty. The improved version you meet for the date becomes their best version. They resembled the hottest girls you would find in a club. The unattainable ones. I was glad Bodi had convinced me. I owed him a drink for this. I owed him many drinks.
“Are we going to the cinema?” She asked. She giggled in such a girly way as she said it. I was enchanted.
“No no, I wanted to visit the park nearby while it’s still light. I thought it would be easiest to meet here.”
We walked together and eventually found a bench to sit on. We talked about everything. She told me about her hopes and dreams, passions, likes and dislikes. She done part time modeling and was studying nursing but really wanted to be an air stewardess and see the world. I had no doubt she’d make it.
We talked about religion and politics. The two most emotional topics you should never discuss on a date. It didn’t seem to matter. We were so similar with our values we agreed on almost everything. There was natural chemistry and it felt intoxicating. She felt it too. I’m sure of it. Her body language was easy to read as we sat and laughed our way through the late afternoon.
When I felt the time was right I suggested we go for a warm drink somewhere. There was a slight chill in the air. She was happy to comply so I walked her straight to my place. She said nothing as she followed me in. ‘Holy shit,’ I thought, ‘I’m about to fuck this girl too, and she’s even hotter.’
I made us some black tea. For some reason she didn’t drink any. I enjoyed mine. I enjoyed it while I looked at her legs and wondered what the top of them was going to look like.
I made my move.
She’d been sat on the edge of the bed. I shuffled along next to her, leaned over and placed my lips on hers. They made a strange movement. I was kissing teeth. I pulled back and looked at her, her eyes were closed and she was just sat smiling. Then the smile turned into laughter. It confused me, I wasn’t sure what to do so I laughed along with her. The whole situation was weird. I didn’t want it to feel weird. I wanted it to feel passionate. I leaned over to kiss her again. I expected her to stop laughing and kiss me but she just kept laughing. I made a kind of half laughing noise myself again and asked what was so funny. “Nothing, nothing,” she said, “but I gotta go. I promised my mum to help her with some housework.”
I couldn’t make sense of it. I frantically thought of solutions. Reasons to get her to stay. But nothing came to mind. I stood up to let her go but went for one final attempt. Same thing, she laughed more than ever.
“Sorry, hahaha, sorry, but really, I gotta go.” She laughed her way right out the door.
I offered to walk her to her tram but she insisted it wasn’t necessary. There was nothing I could do but watch her leave. I stood at the doorway and kept poking my head out to see if she was still walking away. Each time I checked she was further along that long long road. I watched for so long I could almost see the curvature of the earth, she was nothing more than a tiny dot in the distance.
It was useless. I closed the door mystified. Sat on the bed feeling glum and packed my bag to go back to the Uk.

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