Euro-jaunt …chapter thirteen

The flights had already been booked. I was to fly to Budapest for a week with Obie. Another city to etch off the map. Then Zagreb for a week with Christophe the French guy. It would be my first jaunt to both cities and countries. Hungary and Croatia were places I’d never even considered visiting in the past. After that I would finally be back in Stockholm. Whether or not Jenaya would still be interested in me by then was hard to say. The image I’d rather forget, of some other guy porking her surfaced in my mind. Sadly she’d have plenty of other admirers.
I reminded myself I was on a mission. A pilgrimage to explore. To grow. To become a better version of myself. An enhancement of sorts. The risk of losing Jenaya was one I’d just have to take. Attraction grows when there is space, but if the space between two people becomes to distant then everybody moves on.
I hadn’t moved on. I hoped she hadn’t either.

Budapest was peculiar to me. So many enchanting buildings, but many seemed to be falling apart. Huge wooden structures were built beneath them for pedestrian protectivity. To catch falling debris as they continued to decay. It was clear a lot of money would be needed to bring the city up to a good standard.
I was walking along with Obie. Distractedly looking up at the dilapidated rooftops when I almost walked into a girl. She was tall. As tall as me. Blonde. Large breasts like most Hungarian women. After a brief introduction I learnt her name was Saskia. She was so smiley and pleasant to talk to that I immediately took her to a coffee shop. We sat leaning over our ice tea’s in a Starbucks and chatted. I liked her innocence. I would assume she hadn’t met many men.
By some stroke of magical luck I managed to persuade her to come to my place and share some wine. My sober confidence was climbing. I messaged Obie to let him know what was happening. He probably wondered where I was.
Inside my modern and generous sized apartment she took small sips at the wine.
“Drink Saskia. It’s good wine. No hangovers.”
She smiled sweetly back at me.
I didn’t bother to wait for her to drink her drink. I leaned over and kissed her. Her lips were large and soft and responded kindly but her body was ridged. Being sat next to her I noticed she was a couple of inches taller than me. ‘She must have short legs,’ I thought to myself. Out in the street we had been the same height. Six feet. Now I felt I was having to climb her to reach her mouth. Scaling her back like a sexual proverbial mountaineer.
We kissed again.
I attempted to escalate.
It was a pointless manoeuvre. Her body language had already served me the conclusion. Her verbal language confirmed it, “Sorry, I think I’d better be going. I’m supposed to be meeting friends soon.”
“No problem,” I told her, “I’ll walk you to the bus stop.”
Well if you’re not getting rejected you’re not trying hard enough.

Three days later we sat in a small square next to Deak Ferenc metro station. I watched passers by as Obie gently complained of having stomach pains. Obie was a doctor, it always seemed strange to think of a doctor being sick.
“I need gaviscon but my stomach hurts so bad I can barely walk. Can you help get it for me Jack.”
“I’ll get you it. You stay here. Stay comfortable.”
I got the feeling he was in more pain than he was letting on. Even guy’s with a steely viking composure can have chinks in their armour. I admired him for putting on a brave face but if he was in to much pain to walk then beneath the surface I knew it must be bad. I found the pharmacy quickly, got the medicine and headed back to the small square.
Off all the times to get an ‘ioi’ this wasn’t the best. The powers that be must have have found this amusing. An extremely sexy looking black girl making eye contact with me. I thought about Obie dying on the bench. Then I thought about how the black girl would look naked beneath me as my white cock entered her velvety ebony lips.
I decided to say hi.
Roxy was originally from Nigeria. Now living in Budapest. A twenty five year old student with a glorious hip to waist ratio and beautiful features. She liked my accent and liked the few freckles that I had even more. Her eyes were mesmerising. Almost as pretty as Jenaya’s.
I kept the interaction short. I had my compadre to think of. She still gave me her number and we agreed to possibly meet the following day. I got back to Obie fast and gave him his medicine. He’d live.

When I met Roxy again I insisted on meeting close to my apartment. She insisted on meeting in the centre. We compromised and met halfway. This wouldn’t be easy. She was like Lisandra. Strong frame of reality and was no push-over. It was mildly intimidating.
We went to a cafe for drinks. Nothing fancy. The walls were lined with shelves that were packed with books you could read. They served wine there too so I was pleased. The more Roxy drank the flirtier she got. Each time she blinked with those eyes I got a twinge of a boner.
After two glasses of wine each I explained we should leave before they closed up. I wasn’t looking forward to the forthcoming resistance.
“Where will we go?” She asked.
“Let’s just go for a walk.” I told her.
Well she agreed to that. We walked and I took her in the direction of my place. It wasn’t to far. Just a short distance really. I bigged up my alcohol selection as we strolled. It was an embellishment. All I had was one bottle of beer and one bottle of wine.
“So we’re going in your place by the looks of it?”
“Just one more drink Roxy. Then we’ll get you home safe.”
She rolled her eyes but followed me in. ‘Well, it would be nice if things run smoothly here,’ I thought to myself. I poured us more wine in the kitchen while she sat on the sofa, “I like your place.” She called out.
“Yeah, it’s ok!” I hollered back, “Here is your wine.”
She was slightly drunk. As I handed her the wineglass I noticed her eyelids were beginning to droop. Somehow it made her look sexier. More seductive and mysterious. I moved forward and slowly put my lips to hers. She was a good kisser as expected.
I sat back again not wanting to push things to quickly. Knowing it was almost guaranteed to happen I liked that there was a little bit of tension.
More than twenty minutes passed before we kissed again. This time I stood her up and walked her to the bedroom.
“We’re not having sex.” She said.
“Ok.” I replied
More kissing. I took her clothes off down to her underwear.
“That’s as far as you’ll get I’m afraid.”
“Ok.” I smiled.
I pushed her down onto the bed and started to run my tongue all over her amazing dark skin. I turned her over and spent an obscene amount of time kissing and caressing her buttocks. They were a beauty to behold.
“You really like my ass huh.”
I laughed, “I guess you can tell.”
I explored the rest of her. My hands were everywhere. Every nook cranny and crevice. When they got close to her crotch I slid my fingers under the panties and along her pussy lips. They were wet and waiting. Yearning even. I pulled down the panties and turned her back over so she was layed flat.
“Ok but wear a condom.”
I nodded and winked in response.
It was just like the daydream. My white dick sliding into her beautiful black and pink pussy. I looked into her eyes as I penetrated and my hard-on increased to its full rock-like volume.
She was a good lover. Confident and vocal. She knew her poses well too. Every angle had her looking sexier than the last.
I came inside the condom. She seemed as if she cum at the same time but who knows. I rolled off and caught my breath.
She did the opposite. The sex somehow gave her an energy boost. She suddenly jumped up and started to sing and dance above me. Wiggling that booty from yet another new and alluring angle. It was a bit strange to watch but we were both drunk which made it funny. I kept looking at that arse each time she turned around. It really was magnificent.
“I’m going to pee. Lets have more sex afterwards.”
“Sure.” I replied.
I was tired. I was lazy. I wasn’t overly bothered, but when I seen her behind again my cock rose.
She lay down beside me naked and ready for round two. I licked my fingers for lubrication. I didn’t want so much foreplay this time.
“Err, don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?”
“Don’t lick your fingers and then touch my vagina.”
I pulled a face that would be read as, ‘Huh?’ She read it well and grunted at me like a huffy dog before shoving me away aggressively. I felt the start of what could only be described as rage building up inside of me. I done my best to let it go but the damage was done. The emotional tide had turned. The whole energy of the room shifted. I wanted her out of there. I asked as calmly as I could what time the metro’s stop running. Admittedly it was a subtle hint in retaliation for her indignation. She turned on me within a nanosecond, “You want me to leave?!”
I didn’t answer.
She snarled at me, “Oh I’m leaving alright. I’m leaving RIGHT NOW!.”
She stomped around the room picking up her belongings. Intermittently looking over at me to scowl. I simply lay there and watched. I genuinely just wanted her gone. Kind of funny to think things had went from great to terrible in such a flash. Then she was gone. Good. I pondered over the peculiar events from a handful of days in Budapest. I couldn’t say I was overly keen with the place. I switched off the light and went to sleep.

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