Lay Report: 17 year old Russian

She was a lot younger looking than this girl.

Last night I banged a 17 year old, the youngest girl in my game journey so far. She looks very young and I am still slightly worried that she could actually be younger as she didn’t show me any ID. Here’s the full story…

Last Tuesday evening at around 6pm I was walking with Krauser towards the Arbatskaya underpass. I saw a young looking girl coming to the top of the stairs as we were about to go down. She was wearing a red top with a black frilly skirt and converse shoes, she had long brunette hair, big brown eyes and was thin with pale skin. She had a very slavic looking face, no make-up, high cheek bones and small but pouty lips. This girl was a solid 7. I peeled off from Nick and opened her from the front, no wheel of fortune/yad stop necessary.

Open

I delivered the compliment and immediately she told me she did not speak English. I carried on with my stack, albeit slowly. She started smiling and said something in Russian. I got out my phone and we did a few back and forths on google translate. I found out she was from Moscow, was a student as well as an instagram blogger, she has over 40,000 followers. She was very timid but I think this was mainly due to the language barrier. She motioned that she had to leave so I took her number. Nick would later tell me that he would have opened her but she looked too ‘jail-batey’.

Intermission 1

I pinged her that evening, we chatted and set up a date for the following Saturday at 7pm. On the day she text me to ask if we could make our meeting earlier, she now had other plans for the evening. I was a little annoyed but I didn’t have anything else on so I agreed to meet her for a coffee at 5.30pm.

D2

I met her at the same metro station, she turned up dressed all in black, a tight black top, a black skirt, black tights and black shoes, still no make-up but she didn’t need it, she looked hot. I greeted her and as I Walker Walked her down Old Arbat street the heavens opened, the weather has been unseasonably terrible for my first two weeks in Moscow. I rushed her to the nearest coffee shop which was a ‘gook cafe’. We sat opposite each other, I ordered a pot of tea and strangely she didn’t want anything. Most of the conversation was done over google translate and I thought that it was going nowhere.

We discussed her instagram profile. All her pictures are very dark, she’s got black eye contacts with blood running out of her eyes in a lot of them, proper freaky shit. I wanted to make sure I wasn’t getting involved with another witch. She explained that she is not like the person in the pictures at all, in fact she’s the opposite. She just does what the advertisers ask and she gets paid. This was re-assuring and made sense as she seemed like a very sweet and timid K-selected girl.

I started the questions game and she asked me if I had any gay friends, I said yes, I even lived with one. She showed me a picture on her phone of her gay best friend. Soon after this I got up to go to the toilet. There was a queue. As I stood there waiting I looked back at our table and a guy who looked exactly like the photo she had just shown me sat down beside her and they both seemed to be speaking very excitedly. I felt a sense of rage building up inside me and decided that I would go to the toilet, go back to the table, say hi and then walk out.

When I returned from the toilet I shook the guys hand, he introduced himself in perfect English and was very polite. He then excused himself and went to sit at the other side of the cafe. I was bemused by all of this, so I asked her why she invited her friend. She said that it was a coincidence that he was in the same coffee shop. At the time I didn’t believe her and I still don’t. However, this is a young girl meeting an older man from a different country, it is a big ask of any girl to meet a stranger never mind a 17 year old. So this was probably her way of making herself feel safe. Soon after this she said she had to go, I told her we would meet for a real drink next time and that she was not allowed to make any plans afterwards. She smiled and agreed.

Intermission 2

I pinged her the next day and we agreed to meet again the following Friday. On the Tuesday she text to ask if we could meet on Wednesday evening instead. I agreed.

The text thread above shows my date confirmation on the day. I found it very cute that she asked whether she should wear heels and if she could take my arm. I normally don’t link arms, especially if I haven’t had sex with the girl, but I relented on this occasion.

D3

I met her at the same metro station and she turned up in ridiculously big, white high heels, a beige skirt and a white blouse. She had put a little bit of make-up on and she looked great. As I walked over to meet her I saw another guy trying to chat her up, I walked over and greeted her with a light kiss on the cheek, she looked very grateful to be saved from the creepy guy as he scuttled off in embarrassment.

Immediately she linked onto my arm and I walked her down Old Arbat towards a bar called Eric the Red. It was a warm day so we sat beside each other on a table outside. She ordered a cider, I got a beer and some snacks and we resumed our conversation. Her English seemed to be a little better but we were still mostly using google translate. I asked her;

“how do I know that you are not younger than 17? If you are I could get into a lot of trouble” I was genuinely worried.

“I don’t have my passport with me” She said as her face went red.

“Do you have a picture of it on your phone?”

“No”

“Ok, is your date of birth on your facebook?”

“I don’t have facebook, you will just have to trust me.”

She told me her date of birth was 13 February…. I asked which year, and she typed in 2009 into my phone by accident.

“You cannot be EIGHT years old!!”

She giggled and corrected it to 2000. So if her date of birth is correct, she is indeed 17.

After this I walked her across the road to Ulysses pub. This is a darker venue with couches and is slightly closer to my apartment.

We sat beside each other on a couch, I got a Guinness and she a glass of red wine. I was stroking her bare legs and she wasn’t resisting, I went for the kiss, she pulled away but gave me a peck on the lips.

“I don’t like to kiss in public” she typed into google translate.

When we were almost finished the drinks I pointed to the battery meter on my phone, it was at 7%, I genuinely needed to charge it.

I told her that I lived nearby and that I would like to go back and charge my phone. She said that seems like a nice coincidence. I said that I would have invited her back even if I did not need to charge my phone. She smiled and agreed to come back.

I excused myself to go to the bathroom, when I came back she was on the phone to her mother. I asked if everything is ok and she said that her mum wants her to go home right away to study. I asked her if she was going and she smiled and said “No, I’ll go later”. I quickly paid the bill and walked her back to my place. It was roughly a 7 minute walk, I would normally talk rubbish about nothing at this point but she wouldn’t understand, I couldn’t use google translate either as my phone had now died. So there was a lot of silence on the walk back.

I finally got her inside the apartment and gave her a little tour. I offered her a drink and she chose red wine.

I got the laptop and sat down beside her on the couch in my bedroom. She chose some Tartastan rap music, it was terrible but I put up with it. We took a sip of wine and her phone rang again, it was her mum. It sounded like they were arguing, but after a few minutes she hung up the phone. I was fearing the worst, I asked her if everything was ok, she said;

“I need to leave soon”.

I pulled her in and started kissing, she was all over me. I squeezed her thigh as I was kissing her, she grabbed my hand and moved it to her ass. GREEN LIGHT.

I started fingering her and she started moaning loudly before pushing my hand away and reaching for her phone. FUCK.

She started typing into google translate;

“Do you have condom”

“Yes, Yes I do”

I moved her to the bed, we both threw our clothes off and had sex. She was so tight and her body was amazing, small boobs, a big but firm ass and long legs. I came pretty quickly and she seemed a little disappointed.

De-brief

I asked her when she decided she wanted to have sex, she said only now as in, when we got to the apartment. I told her that she is the youngest girl I’ve had sex with and she told me that I was the oldest man. It felt good.

She quickly put her clothes back on and I walked her to the nearest metro, it was all over and done with by 10pm.

I met up with Nick, Ricky Roma, Mr Arr and Gollum the Gamma afterwards for a drink. I was explaining how I didn’t really know how on it was with this girl throughout the pick-up until I got her into my flat, this was mainly due to the language barrier and her age. Nick came up with a nice analogy. He said if you look back at every point in the pick-up, it may not have felt like it at the time, but it was on. I’m paraphrasing but he said something like “It’s like when a good football team is preparing for a big match, they do everything right, the training, the nutrition, the tactics etc. Then they go out and smash the opposition 3-0 and are massively relieved but not really surprised.” That summed it up nicely.