They’re like buses, Polish girls. None for ages, then two come along in quick succession…
It was a Tuesday evening; I’d just finished work and I was walking from Nowy Swiat up Chmielna to meet a bed bugs ridden Nick Krauser. I’d barely been doing any sets, 1 or 2 a day max for the previous week. There just wasn’t much about. But as I approached the zebra crossing halfway up Chmielna, I spotted a little minx with dirty blond hair, librarian glasses and a blue figure-hugging dress.
There was no IOI, I don’t get many in this town. I let her pass me by to check out her back side, the hip to waist ratio was to my liking so I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. I got in front and she exploded with nervous energy upon delivery of my opener.
“This look you’ve got going on, the dress really suits you, but converse, really?” Said me.
“hahaha, it’s my favourite dress and I love my converse” Explained Paula.
She couldn’t stand still, she was all over the place, I couldn’t tell if she was trying to get away or just overcome with nerves.
“Are you in a hurry to leave or something? You can’t stand still!” – Say what you see TM
“No, I was just on my way to get some bubble tea, I loooooooove bubble tea” said Paula.
She looked young, and I was concerned that she might be underage – the typical clientele I normally see entering bubble tea establishments are schoolies and Asians.
“So, what do you do here in Warsaw?” I asked to calm her down.
“Oh, you’re not a student?”
“No, I work full time, what about you, what are you doing here?”
I told her my story and that I was heading off to meet a friend, but that we should get a drink later. I went for the number, but she only offered her Instagram. Off I went thinking that it was probably another flake, I’d had many sets like this up to this point.
I pinged her that evening and was surprised when she responded very quickly. I had a live lead.
The next day I invited her out and she said that she was working late, but offered to meet me on Thursday instead, she would finish work at 9pm and then she would have 2 weeks’ vacation so she would have lots of free time. She text during the day on Thursday asking if we could meet at 11pm. On a normal jaunt I wouldn’t bat an eye lid at this suggestion, if a girl wants to meet late at night, it usually means sex. But I had work in the morning. Of course, I decided that my career was way less important than banging YHT, so I agreed.
Paula turned up in a white baggy t-shirt, white dungarees, and her converse…
“Where’s the dress?!” Said an unimpressed me.
Paula tried to grab the frame right away, “It’s dirty, let’s go for a walk to the river”
“Nah, it’s too far, let’s go for a little walk, then I’ll take you for a drink” I reasoned.
We walked to the end of Nowy Swiat and back, and then I dragged her to a table at Cava as we passed it… “come on, this place is nice”.
I found out that Paula was 21, I told her I was 32 . I was the oldest guy she’d ever been on a date with. We spoke about astrology, family, hobbies, all the usual comfort fluff. Paula had a habit of disagreeing with almost everything I said, despite her having no idea what she was talking about.
“When I lived in South Africa, I used to kite surf in the ocean which was infested with great white sharks – I couldn’t even swim” Said me, which was a true story I often tell girls to display how
stupid brave I am.
“Yeah, but sharks don’t eat people, so you weren’t in any danger” said Paula.
“Oh, you’ve BEEN there, have you?”
“No, I read about it somewhere”
“WELL, I was called off the water several times by lifeguards after someone had been bitten. Sharks will eat anything if they’re hungry” Said me – this is also true.
I had to put her in her place several times like this before she started behaving. After this I took her to a whiskey bar, and we sat beside each other on a couch upstairs.
We played the questions game; I’ve started reintroducing this lately as I’ve been over-confident and winging it far too much on dates. I found out that Paula had 6 previous sexual partners, she never had a relationship longer than 3 months, she didn’t have a lot of friends, she hadn’t seen her dad since she was 6 years old. Everything she told me screamed “I WILL FUCK YOU, JUST DON’T FUCK IT UP”.
It was pushing 2am now and I had to be up for work in the morning. However, one of the best things about working remotely in a time zone that is an hour ahead of the UK, is that you get an extra hour in bed. I only really had to switch my laptop on at 10am, and then make myself look presentable for my first video conference at 11am.
I settled the bill and walked Paula in the direction of my apartment – she wouldn’t come in.
“Let’s go to the river” said Paula.
“No, it’s late and I have work in the morning. I’ll take you to the river next time. Just come in for a little while”
She stood there saying nothing, so I took her hand and led the way. She knew what was about to happen. Paula took her shoes off upon entry to the flat without being asked, I thought “YES, this is going to be easy”. It wasn’t. An hour went by where she refused any escalation further than kissing.
At around 3am, I gave up and told her I was going to bed and that she was welcome to stay over. I stripped down to my underwear and to my surprise she did the same. She was hiding a cracking little figure underneath the dungarees. She sported a surprisingly large pair boobs for a slim girl, a tiny waist and a there was plenty of meat on her bum cheeks. Within moments I was fingering her, and she was wanking me off. All pre-tense had been dropped.
I slapped a condom on and proceeded to bang her for two hours straight. The combination of the Cialis  that I had popped just before the date and her cracking little body kept me going. Paula came three times, including when she squirted all over the kitchen floor when I was banging her over the counter. She was a horny little minx. I didn’t cum and Paula was not impressed by this, so she insisted on trying to make it happen for another couple of hours. It did not. I collapsed in a heap at around 7am and awoke at 9am for the day’s work. It wasn’t my most productive day at “the office”.
Paula is a genuinely nice, hot young girl who is 15 years my junior. I’ve since met her again and I did indeed take her to the river. I’m even planning a little trip up to the coast with her this coming weekend. But that will probably be the last time I see her, I don’t see anything long term in it, this was a lay of lust, like almost all the rest of the girls I’ve banged down the years.
 I told her my real age when I met her again a few days later. She started crying and couldn’t believe I’d been so dishonest with her.
 This is both a blessing and a curse, as she now expects these performance levels every time, and I quite frankly am very lazy when it comes to banging a vagina more than once.