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Cristina: she stands approximately at 48.136689, 16.298204, at the last parking slot before the Brunner/Perfekta crossing, coming from the OMV petrol station. She stands just behind her white van, which has a Vienna (and not a romanian) license plate. The one in the front is strangely not hung to the bumper but laid somehow over the dashboard. She may be 1,65 m tall, she has a proportioned silhouette, cute features and medium length brown/reddish hair.
After exploring the Einzigergasse strich, I dedicate some time to patrol (but my car has no "Polizei" logos
) also Brunnerstrasse and Perfektastrasse. Exactly where I left her last autumn, I recognize the very cute blonde Carla, who wears just a bikini and a pair of black suspender stockings. But she is not the only one dressed like this, because the climate is almost as hot as in Las Vegas and the temperature is still above 25°C, though the evening has already turned into night. Even if she is now blonde, I recognize also the celebrity Gianina in Perfektastrasse, who walks back and forth close to her Bucarest-plated van. There are also a couple of faces which are familiar to me and who must have been on the strich for many years (a dark-haired beautiful girl about 50 metres after the OMV station and a blonde with glasses sitting in her car half way between the central and the northern traffic lights), but whom I never met before and whose names I don't know. I also look for the tiny Elena, whom I would be pleased to meet again, but I can't see her, neither close to her fellow Carla nor at the OMV traffic light. Her spot is now occupied by another tall and beautiful girl, so I suspect that my favourite cutie isn't in Austria anymore :'(
To make a long story short, after the bad experience with Carla, I'm a little bit reluctant to stop aside a girl which looks too beautiful and I rather look for a cute but "reliable" one. After some tours, the brown/red haired Cristina seems to match my profile, so I stop just behind her van. She reaches me, I immediately apologize for not speaking German and we can establish a basic conversation. After she confirms me the well-known rates (30 for a BJ, 40 for the sexual intercourse), my idea would be to start with a BJ, but I'm not sure whether the van may be used for such a low cost service, without paying an extra fee. So, I pretend I don't know that the van is hers and I rather ask whether she has a safe place where we could go without getting troubles with the Polizei or if she knows a pension. "No problems with the police ... and this is my pension", she answers laughing. So the deal is immediately signed and she walks to the side door of her van, waiting for me to finalize the parking of my car.
Once we jump inside, I can see that her "hotel room" has been equipped like all the other ones, with a king size mattress, a small locker and a heater (which is definitely not necessary tonight) . After taking care of bureacracy, I'm a little bit embarrassed, because I have no idea whether I can undress or if I will just get a quicky, sitting at the border of the mattress. When I see that Cristina removes her plateau sandals and steps onto the mattress, placing a pillow in the middle, it's clear that she isn't in a hurry and that I can undress as much as I like. After removing my shoes, socks, pants and underpants, I lie over the bed and we are more or less ready to start. But, before, I ask her name (Cristina) and nationality (romanian, of course). In the meanwhile, Cristina hasn't removed her black bodysuit, but she has unrolled it down to the waist, so that her tits (medium-sized ones, but not as firm as those of a 20 years old girl) are exposed to my sight.
After covering my lil bro, she starts a very quiet but pleasant BJ. She moves up and down at a slow rhythm, but the pressure is good and sometimes she stops to stimulate my glans with her tongue. Additionally, she also massages the pubis and the jewels, so it doesn't take so long before a rock-hard obelisk stands up between my legs. In the meanwhile, I caress the upper part of her back, where my hands can get in touch with her smooth skin.
Cristina doesn't seem in a hurry and she goes on like this for several minutes, alternating BJ and HJ. Every time my penis is rubbed by her hands, I get very dangerously close the finish line, but she also lifts her torso and so I can grab her tits and massage them with full pleasure, titillating also her nipples. To be honest, also the touch confirms the first sight impression, i.e. that the breast has softened down a little bit, maybe because she has fed one or more kids with her own milk. But, at least, they are not those kind of silicon balloons, which I've been (un)lucky enough to touch, during my experience on the road
But all the good things have unfortunately to come to an end and this one doesn't make an exception to the rule When I realize that I'm really close to the final fireworks (also because the condom has been removed, in the meanwhile), I try to stop her for a couple of seconds, asking for the main courses of her menu. She is kind enough to start listing the options and their prices (as far as I remember, the extra-time would have cost another 20 euros), but she doesn't stop her hand and, without advice, all my pleasure squirts out like a fountain. "Ooops!", she exclaims laughing, when she sees that the white cream is sprayed over my belly and also over my t-shirt. "Ok, too late for the main course ", I have to accept the cruel fate. But cristina is super-kind, because she tells me not to move, she gets a couple of moisturized towels and she takes care of cleaning my t-shirt and my skin, like a loving fiancée.
The game is over and so it's time to dress and to spend also some conversation with Cristina. I'm really surprised when she tells me that she is already 34, because I would have bet all my salary that she wasn't older than 28-29. But maybe it's the smooth lighting inside the van which cheats me ... She is from the surroundings of Ploiesti (north of Bucharest, along the route to the Carpathians) and, as expected, her tits have been sucked by a kid (certainly not only by him). I would be pleased to continue the small talk with such a cute and kind girl, but I'm fully dressed (I was even pretending I could not find my black underpants, to gain some time ...) and it's really time to greet each other.
The only good news, when she re-opens the sliding door, is that the climate outdoor seems as fresh as along the shores of an Alpine lake ... But it's only because the interior of the van was hotter than a microwave oven!
After exploring the Einzigergasse strich, I dedicate some time to patrol (but my car has no "Polizei" logos
) also Brunnerstrasse and Perfektastrasse. Exactly where I left her last autumn, I recognize the very cute blonde Carla, who wears just a bikini and a pair of black suspender stockings. But she is not the only one dressed like this, because the climate is almost as hot as in Las Vegas and the temperature is still above 25°C, though the evening has already turned into night. Even if she is now blonde, I recognize also the celebrity Gianina in Perfektastrasse, who walks back and forth close to her Bucarest-plated van. There are also a couple of faces which are familiar to me and who must have been on the strich for many years (a dark-haired beautiful girl about 50 metres after the OMV station and a blonde with glasses sitting in her car half way between the central and the northern traffic lights), but whom I never met before and whose names I don't know. I also look for the tiny Elena, whom I would be pleased to meet again, but I can't see her, neither close to her fellow Carla nor at the OMV traffic light. Her spot is now occupied by another tall and beautiful girl, so I suspect that my favourite cutie isn't in Austria anymore :'(To make a long story short, after the bad experience with Carla, I'm a little bit reluctant to stop aside a girl which looks too beautiful and I rather look for a cute but "reliable" one. After some tours, the brown/red haired Cristina seems to match my profile, so I stop just behind her van. She reaches me, I immediately apologize for not speaking German and we can establish a basic conversation. After she confirms me the well-known rates (30 for a BJ, 40 for the sexual intercourse), my idea would be to start with a BJ, but I'm not sure whether the van may be used for such a low cost service, without paying an extra fee. So, I pretend I don't know that the van is hers and I rather ask whether she has a safe place where we could go without getting troubles with the Polizei or if she knows a pension. "No problems with the police ... and this is my pension
", she answers laughing. So the deal is immediately signed and she walks to the side door of her van, waiting for me to finalize the parking of my car.Once we jump inside, I can see that her "hotel room" has been equipped like all the other ones, with a king size mattress, a small locker and a heater (which is definitely not necessary tonight
) . After taking care of bureacracy, I'm a little bit embarrassed, because I have no idea whether I can undress or if I will just get a quicky, sitting at the border of the mattress. When I see that Cristina removes her plateau sandals and steps onto the mattress, placing a pillow in the middle, it's clear that she isn't in a hurry and that I can undress as much as I like. After removing my shoes, socks, pants and underpants, I lie over the bed and we are more or less ready to start. But, before, I ask her name (Cristina) and nationality (romanian, of course). In the meanwhile, Cristina hasn't removed her black bodysuit, but she has unrolled it down to the waist, so that her tits (medium-sized ones, but not as firm as those of a 20 years old girl) are exposed to my sight.After covering my lil bro, she starts a very quiet but pleasant BJ. She moves up and down at a slow rhythm, but the pressure is good and sometimes she stops to stimulate my glans with her tongue. Additionally, she also massages the pubis and the jewels, so it doesn't take so long before a rock-hard obelisk stands up between my legs. In the meanwhile, I caress the upper part of her back, where my hands can get in touch with her smooth skin.
Cristina doesn't seem in a hurry and she goes on like this for several minutes, alternating BJ and HJ. Every time my penis is rubbed by her hands, I get very dangerously close the finish line, but she also lifts her torso and so I can grab her tits and massage them with full pleasure, titillating also her nipples. To be honest, also the touch confirms the first sight impression, i.e. that the breast has softened down a little bit, maybe because she has fed one or more kids with her own milk. But, at least, they are not those kind of silicon balloons, which I've been (un)lucky enough to touch, during my experience on the road
But all the good things have unfortunately to come to an end and this one doesn't make an exception to the rule
When I realize that I'm really close to the final fireworks (also because the condom has been removed, in the meanwhile), I try to stop her for a couple of seconds, asking for the main courses of her menu. She is kind enough to start listing the options and their prices (as far as I remember, the extra-time would have cost another 20 euros), but she doesn't stop her hand and, without advice, all my pleasure squirts out like a fountain. "Ooops!", she exclaims laughing, when she sees that the white cream is sprayed over my belly and also over my t-shirt. "Ok, too late for the main course ", I have to accept the cruel fate. But cristina is super-kind, because she tells me not to move, she gets a couple of moisturized towels and she takes care of cleaning my t-shirt and my skin, like a loving fiancée.The game is over and so it's time to dress and to spend also some conversation with Cristina. I'm really surprised when she tells me that she is already 34, because I would have bet all my salary that she wasn't older than 28-29. But maybe it's the smooth lighting inside the van which cheats me ... She is from the surroundings of Ploiesti (north of Bucharest, along the route to the Carpathians) and, as expected, her tits have been sucked by a kid (certainly not only by him
). I would be pleased to continue the small talk with such a cute and kind girl, but I'm fully dressed (I was even pretending I could not find my black underpants, to gain some time ...) and it's really time to greet each other. The only good news, when she re-opens the sliding door, is that the climate outdoor seems as fresh as along the shores of an Alpine lake ... But it's only because the interior of the van was hotter than a microwave oven!
