Last night I bagged my 50th daygame notch and 34th flag. There was no fan fare or big boss to fight as a reward for completing another level, but it is a milestone nonetheless. It’s quite a good story though…
As mentioned in my previous lay report, the trip had been going pretty terribly up until the second half of last Wednesday. I opened this girl after spotting her in the queue ahead of me at a convenience shop. I had ploughed through almost 40 sets in Budapest since my arrival the previous Sunday up until this one good one. Let’s pick-up where I left off and fill in the blanks…
As I queued to pay I saw a really cute girl in line ahead of me. After we both made our purchases I opened her outside. She opened like a Christmas tree telling me of her love of all things Irish and how she even tried Irish dancing when she visited. I invited her out right there and then for the next evening (Thursday), she told me she’d already agreed to meet another guy for a date. Theres no way he can be as charming and handsome as me, I countered. She giggled, we exchanged Instagram’s and hopefully that will be a separate lay report of its own.
And so it is.
Sandra was just a little shorter than me and had long jet black hair tied up in a pony tail. She wore big pointy glasses and had her septum pierced. She wore a tight white t-shirt which showed off her flat mid-rif underneath a long black and white cardigan with baggy jeans that had mini-mouse stamps all over them. She looked different and I told her this when I opened her. Sandra was a solid 7.
I found out that she was a barista in a coffee shop, had been to Ireland a couple of times and was an avid Irish dancer. Sandra loved to dance, travel and drink beer, especially Guinness. It was like the Daygame Gods were rewarding me for my persistence through the previous days of hard slog. We had a lot in common and she seemed to have a good sense of humour. I was conscious that I only had a few days left in the city so I invited her out the next evening whilst I was in set. She told me that she had already agreed to meet another guy. I found it a bit strange that she would tell me this in set and it led me to believe that this girl had some R-selected traits – always a good indicator for fast sex.
The next day I sent her a photo ping and asked her how her day was. She replied a couple of hours later saying that she was really, really tired. I knew she had a date that night so I replied;
“You should get some rest tonight and I will take you for a drink at the weekend ;)”
It seemed she did just that, I had a look at her instagram story later that evening and she had put up a video of her at home watching cartoons.
We agreed to meet last night (Saturday) at 8.15pm for beers. I had had a horrible day up until that point and I wouldn’t have minded if she flaked on me. I got in the previous evening at around 2am and then was awoken at 7am the next morning by plumbers who were trying to repair the toilet in our apartment. On Friday afternoon our landlord came knocking on our door and told us we had to stop using the toilet in the flat immediately. She didn’t speak great English so she asked me to go downstairs to the coffee shop underneath with her. I thought “oh this is nice, she’s going to buy me a coffee”. She took me behind the counter of the coffee shop and opened a store room door to reveal a big hole in the roof and debris all over the floor.
Pipes burst, flood, roof fall
Yes, we must replace pipes and toilet
How long will that take?
Not sure, a week, Monday earliest
Great – no toilet in the flat until the day I was due to leave. But enough about that, let’s get back to the girl.
I decided to meet her at 8:15 so that I could watch Manchester United vs. Chelsea in the FA Cup final. I watched the game and my team lost so I really wasn’t in the best of moods as I went to meet her.
I was a couple of minutes late and she was standing there waiting for me. Sandra had done her hair up into what I can only describe as a game of thrones like crown thing. I have no idea what it’s called, but it looked nice. Strangely everything else was casual, she wore a light-weight space grey hoody, a white t-shirt, baggy jeans and converse.
You look uhhm, nice – I was perplexed.
We exchanged pleasantries and I walked us to the same venue 1 that I took the previous girl to. The conversation was a bit awkward as we walked, she was very quiet and giving me one word answers so I resorted to commenting on everything that was going on around me to fill in the gaps. When we finally got to the bar it was completely dead. I got a round in and she chose the strongest beer on the menu. Good sign.
I’m glad it’s quiet in here, I’ll be able to hear you speak
Sorry I am being quiet, I’m just very nervous
Don’t worry, I’ll carry the conversation until you drink enough beer.
Sandra relaxed. We sat outside on a bench beside each other and she told me about her life in Budapest. I found out she was 24 and still had a normal family life, with mother and father still together. Her father had bought her an apartment in which she now lived alone. She told me more about her love for Irish dancing and how she won an award for being the best barista in Budapest the previous year. She told me about all her travels and I gave her some stories of my own. The conversation was finally flowing and Sandra was drinking her beer faster than me so we got another round in. Sandra also smoked a lot of cigarettes which always makes girls more likely to bang. I was pretty sure it was on.
After the second round was done I went to bounce her to the same rock bar right beside my apartment but it was packed with it being a Saturday night. I walked us to another venue 5 or so minutes away from the flat which was a fancy speakeasy. Sandra complained that the place was too fancy for her. You’ll be fine I countered.
I ordered us two old fashioned cocktails as we sat on a couch beside each other. I started the questions game and things got sexual very quickly.
What is your lucky number?
I don’t know, 7?
You’ve only had sex with 7 girls?!
Ooooooh that lucky number. I have no idea
I keep a list, mine is 14. You must have an idea.
Little did Sandra know that she was on track to be daygame notch number 50.
Well, obviously I’m older than you so my number is going to be higher. I’d estimate around 70 or 80.
This was an honest guess if I include night-game and pre-game lays. Sandra looked impressed.
How do you score yourself on a scale of 1 to 10 at kissing?
I looked around the room and kept my mouth shut. Sandra re-opened;
Would you like to kiss me?
If you insist
Sandra was all in with tongue down my throat and hands clawing at my face and neck. It was definitely on.
I asked for the check and we started walking in the direction of my apartment. Sandra asked where we were going and I told her that we were going to my flat to drink wine. She did not object.
As we got into the flat I told her to take her shoes off as we entered before giving her to tour. This is where the earlier toilet story comes in to play. I showed her my room, the kitchen, the shower room and finally the toilet.
I hope you don’t need the toilet because, as you can see, we only have a hole in the ground at the moment
Hahaha, what the hell?! I actually need to pee
Uhhhhm, you can pee in the shower if you like, as long as you rinse it down afterwards.
Come on, it will be a funny story for your list
Ok, ok, please get me some toilet paper and I will pee in the shower
And so she did. After this the rest was easy. No LMR whatsoever. The sex was very kinky and I banged her in more positions than I normally do. She had a great body with large breasts and a good ass for spanking and she really seemed to enjoy sex. Sandra took particular joy in sucking on my left testicle which I found strange. I asked her if she was ok because at one point she lay there for about 2 minutes with my right nut in her mouth.
I’m fine, I just like the taste of your sweaty testicles
Lovely. After this I banged her raw-dog and came 3 times, a rare feat for me. Sandra told me she wanted to go home soon after this so I walked her to her bus stop. At this point Sandra asked me to go back to hers with her as she didn’t want to sleep alone. As she asked me this I thought about my recent pumpin’ n’ dumpin’ escapades and decided that I would try to be nice to a girl after banging her for once. So I agreed. I slept in her bed and banged her again in the morning before saying my goodbyes. I told her to let me know the next time she comes to London and we can go for a drink, and you know what, I might even follow through on that.