Another story from my recent adventures in Vienna ... My actual target was the tall and beautiful blonde standing with a hungarian bus 100 metres after Ana, but she incredibly disappeared few minutes after midnight and she never came back
So, in the end I decide to stop at the short and blonde haired girl which greeted me several times, thinking that she was the very famous Carmen. As I discovered later, her name is rather
Ana and - not surprisingly - she is already an old good friend of coolfred
Ana isn't tall (ca. 1,60 cm), she isn't skinny and she is also not the kind of girl that would make you turn your head when you see her on the street in civil dresses ... She is basically the one where you would stop because you believe that she is Carmen
Once you know her, she is quite recognizable because of the glasses, the blonde mop and a very big tattoo on one leg. I initially thought it was a big artichoke, but she later explained that it's rather a flower, that was drawn by a Romanian artist for the moderate rate of 100 euros.
In the end, she confirms me the usual Vienna rates and so I decide to follow her into her white and Braila (BR) licensed van. I have to admit that the interior is among the nicest and tidiest I have seen on the Brunner, with a kind of bed standing along the driving direction, some extra furniture to store her working tools and a fancy night club lighting.
Quite surprisingly, she mentions me that the BJ rate is the same (30 euros), whether I choose it covered or uncovered. I never take any risk, not even for a BJ, so I choose the first option.
While I remove my shoes and trousers, there is time for some very short small talk and, besides introducing each other, I can learn where Braila is, i.e. ca. 200 km from the Black Sea and also along the Danube river, like Vienna. She has been in Austria for the last 2 years, as I could imagine after listening to her, because she speaks German more fluently than most colleagues of hers.
When I'm finally ready, I lie on the bed, she sits at my right-hand side, with one leg bent on the mattress and the other one hanging down to the floor. After my Lil Bro is covered by the condom, she starts a good BJ, sinking very deeply and sucking like a vacuum cleaner when she gets up again. Also the rhythm of her strokes is a quiet one, so I can really relax and appreciate her technique.
She continues like this for at least 3-4 minutes and I take the opportunity to caress her a little bit. She hasn't actually undressed, but I have the feeling that her body is still firm, even if she is not exactly a skinny girl. When she thinks it's time to make me surrender, she accelerates her strokes and one hand of hers magically grabs my cock, adding some extra pepper to a soup which was already quite spicy
I'm very close to see the chequered flag, so I try to gain some time, asking her to upgrade to sexual intercourse. She surprises me again, because 10 euros extra are more than enough for her, while all the other girls would have asked for at least 20 euros. So I grab the extra note from the wallet and I lay it over the cabinet.
Ana undresses one leg (she was wearing some kind of thick and black socks with sparkling glitter over the regular shiny pantyhose) and then she is ready to jump over me. When my cock is fit into her pussy, she starts to ride me in the cowgirl position, but this is really not the reason why I would remember her. I've definitely seen better Amazons, because she doesn't actually move up and down along my Lil Bro, rather sliding back and forth. Even the duration of her ride is not that long and, after 60-90 seconds, she is already tired, asking me to switch to another position.
She is sponsoring doggy style, but I rather opt for missionary, so that I could get a tighter body contact, during the intercourse. My Lil Bro is inside her again and I can begin my bedtime gymnastics. I would have liked to embrace her, but I realize that she is really short (or, perhaps, she has slided underneath my torso ...), because her face would be pressed under my chest and she would hardly breath during the intercourse. So, I have to keep my arms straight and quite a lot of distance from her body, while my pelvis is dancing over hers. She is definitely not participatory during the sexual act: I can mention among the positive things that she entangles her legs over my buttocks, but that's really all. I don't remember any caress on my back, she seems quite indifferent to what's going, she doesn't snort like a boiling teapot and she doesn't even seem a queen of dirty talk, which is a specialty where Albanian girls could give her some lessons
When I stop my gymnastics because I'm sweating more than a camel in the Sahara, she observes me with the same apathetic look and she doesn't tell a word, waiting for me to make the next move. But I can read that "What's next?" is written in her eyes, so I propose her to conclude with a HJ. She accepts my proposal, we switch again our positions on the mattress and I let her bring me across the finish line with her hand.
When the game is over, she isn't in a hurry to eject me out of the van, leaving me all the time to clean and dress. This is when she tells me everything about her tattoo and she is a little bit curious to know something about Milan and Italy, where she has never been. So, she basically seems a polite and quiet girl, but she is definitely too quiet - almost passive - during the sexual intercourse.
Once I'm ready to leave, we greet each other, she opens the sliding door for me and I'm out again in the darkness of the night. I'm actually not tired, even if it is some minutes past 3AM, so I give a hopeful look in the direction of the traffic light, but the white hungarian van driven by the tall blonde hasn't unfortunately re-appeared
So, if I want to have some other fun, I have either to pay a visit to the
twerking team that dances tirelessly in front of the MAN factory (Bianca has lost the sceptre of the best dancer in favour of the new entry Raluca) or to get friends with one of the "Lerhlinge" that have appeared close to the Nothegger entrance. But this is another story ...