It was 23 June and I only had a couple of days left in St.Petersburg. I was content with my results for the trip so far and was taking things easy. Gollum the great gamma and I had grown tired of circling the well-trodden daygame route – Galleria mall, up Nevsky as far as the KFC on the corner, cross the road and back the other side of Nevsky towards the mall, rinse, repeat. To escape groundhog day we decided to go for a walk up the Western end of Nevsky prospect and it turned out there was a street festival on that day. We spotted a little pop up bar/café just off the side of the main strip and decided to rest our weary legs and watch the world go by.
I was nursing yet another hangover, Gollum was feeling drained due to his latest obsession – “Getting SHREDDED” – which seemed to be a diet that consisted of eating packets of sandwich ham and nothing else. As we sat there discussing the joys of this wonderful city and our plans to come back in the new year I couldn’t help but notice a cute little blond as she was about to cross the road walking away from us.
Sorry Gollum, I have to open that. And off I went.
I got in front and as soon as I did so a wide smile broke out on Nastia’s face. Instantly I felt a surge of vibe pulse through my veins as my hangover receded for the next ten minutes. She was blonde, around 5’3”, had a piercing on her nose and wore a tight white blouse which showed off a nice cleavage but the icing on the cake was her ass. She wore tight grey faded jeans which seemed to make her ass stick out so much that you could use it as a shelf. Nastia was very bubbly and carried most of the set for me, asking where I was from, what I was doing in “Piter” and why. I found out that she was working in construction and was originally from somewhere in the far East of Russia. I went for the idate as I only had a couple of days left but Nastia was on her way to meet some friends. We exchanged numbers and off she went.
As I mentioned here, I got her out the next day. We met early on a Sunday afternoon as she had to be up early for work the next day. I took her to the usual two venues, a wine bar followed by a dark cocktail bar. There’s a very secluded couch at the back of this cocktail bar which makes it an excellent second venue. As I sat there with Nastia Seven walked in with his latest date and was walking straight to my table. He saw me sitting there, gave me a stare as if to say “You bastard, that’s my table!” and led his girl to the other side of the bar whilst sighing loudly. I’d already kissed Nastia and as I floated the idea of going back to mine she said that she had to get home to finish some work. I walked her back to the metro kissed her goodbye and didn’t get her out again. I’d assumed that was the end of it.
Upon returning from Russia I received an e-mail from FIFA –as a gesture of goodwill to celebrate the success of the World Cup, anyone with a FIFA fan ID could return to Russia without a new visa for the rest of 2018. I decided to take advantage of this and booked myself a flight back for a long weekend. A few weeks before I was due to fly out I sent a screenshot of my flight details to around 20 unclosed leads, including Nastia. Around half them replied and two of them were keen to meet.
On the Friday night I met up with a girl I had 3 dates with on my previous trip but I never got the lay as she was on her period. I thought it was in the bag for a first night lay – she turned up looking stunning in a black dress, drank a few glasses of wine, got her back to the flat and she gave me the same excuse yet again. I was furious and I did not hide it.
Why didn’t you tell me this before? You knew I was coming on this date, couldn’t you have frigged your system to change when your period arrived?! She looked shocked and confused. I tried to persuade her to let me just put a towel down but she said there was too much blood. I asked her if it would be cleared up by Sunday, my last night, and she said that it probably would be. I told her I would take her out again on Sunday and she seemed keen but warned me that she was afraid to have sex with me as she would fall in love, I would leave and she would be left with a broken heart. I didn’t have an answer for her. The best I could come up with was;
Well, I’ll definitely be back in the new year.
Whilst this was true, I knew that if I banged her I would probably never want to see her again, I left that part out. As I sit here now on Sunday afternoon I don’t currently have any other solid leads lined up so I’ll probably try again with her tonight but the odds are slim.
Back to Nastia.
She agreed to meet me at 6pm on the Saturday evening. I wasn’t expecting much from this date, she had requested it to be early so she could get home early and she wasn’t very on on the first date.
I met her at Mayakovskaya metro and she was bang on time. It was literally freezing outside, -2oC to be precise and Nastia was well insulated in a huge puffy jacket and scarf which covered her from head to ankles with a pair of white trainers – she did not look sexual at all and I was disappointed. She kissed me on the lips as we greeted and gave me a huge hug, good start. I walked her to a quiet wine bar that I had googled earlier on. It turned out to be a great venue, not busy, very quiet and plenty of couches. As Nastia delayered her scarf and coat my eyes almost popped out of their sockets. She giggled and asked me if I was ok.
Yes, yes – you look different!
And she did. Underneath the coat Nastia wore a tight black boob tube and tight black pants. She seemed to be in much better shape than when we met in June, everything looked tighter. I really wanted to bang her.
Have you been hitting the gym?
Yes, I’ve been doing yoga and gym three or four times a week.
I ordered us a bottle of Georgian red wine and she cozied up next to me as we caught up. I proceeded to drink most of the bottle as Nastia sipped her way through the equivalent of one glass for the next hour and a half. The conversation flowed and we kissed a couple of times.
You know it’s rude in Russian culture to kiss in public
Well, what should we do about this?
I think you can figure it out
It was now around 8pm, I had organised to meet my regular from June at 10pm so I needed to move things along faster. I asked for the bill and walked us in the direction of my apartment. We got to the front door and I invited her up for one more glass of wine. She wobbled at first but I re-assured her that she could leave whenever she wanted. She agreed.
As we entered the flat we both took off our shoes and I gave her a tour of my ridiculously oversized apartment – it had 3 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms and cost me £10 a night, quite a different from the rates during the world cup. Nastia made herself comfortable on the couch and I poured the wine. We chatted and watched videos on youtube and the time flew by. I showed her videos of Bambi struggling to walk through a snowy field – that’s what it’s like when an English girl tries to walk in heels I explained to Nastia and she packed up with laughter. I checked the time and it was almost 9:30. SHIT, time to escalate! I put the laptop to one side and got on top of her, kissed her and groped her breasts.
Can you dim the lights?
I switched the lights off and returned to her.
And can we listen to something other than Disney music?! Youtubehad cycled on to Lion king clips and the circle of life was not making Nastia wet.
The clothes came off quickly and I was surprised to see that Nastia was covered in tattoos – all in places which are not visible when clothed,I don’t normally like this look but she pulled it off. The sex was amazing and after I banged her the first time my phone started vibrating on the bedside table. It was now 10:15 and my regular was calling me as I was 15 minutes late. I text her back asking if we could meet at 11pm instead and she responded quickly with a tirade of furious Russian expletives. I felt like a proper cunt because I really liked this girl. As I replied to apologise Nastia grabbed my cock and put it in her mouth and moaned as she sucked on it – she seemed to like the taste. I put the phone back on the table and my feelings of guilt disappeared for the next 45 minutes as we carried on fucking. I collapsed in an exhausted sweaty mess and told Nastia that I needed to kick her out as I was now an hour late to meet my “friend”. She quickly got her stuff together and I walked her back to the tube. It was now around 11:15 and I was late to meet my rescheduled date with the regular. I messaged her asking where she was and she told me that she’d gone home – “I can’t believe you did this to me, I thought you were better than this”. Ouch, I guess that’s that romance dead.