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I have finally some time to spend in front of my PC and so I can report about my recent viennese adventures 
Lydia stands about 100 metres before the OMV traffic light, when driving outwards from the city center (maybe here: 48.134731, 16.297925, but I'm not 100% sure, because all the parking lots look the same from the aerial view). She claims to be 18 (which frightened me a little bit, but then we were both controlled by the Polizei and no problem emerged with her age) and to be a Spano-Romanian. I don't know how much to believe her story, but her father should be from Spain and her mother from Romania and as a result Lydia has grown up between Toledo and Sevilla. After working shortly in a laundry in Spain, she has first moved between the Borussia fans and finally to Vienna, which has been her base for the last couple of months.
For sure, when she received the check-up call from her "boyfriend", they had a conversation in romanian (she only informed him that she was still 5 minutes away from her spot). We talked in a mix of english, german and spanish, but I didn't feel her accent to be a genuine spanish one
She might be max. 1,60 m tall (or short), she has relatively cute features (but with some pimples, which is quite normal for her age), brown hair and very beautiful blue/green eyes, which she has inherited from her parents.
After the Diakonie van has finally completed her interview, I decide to stop at her spot, because she walks back and forth showing a nice black lace dessous underneath her winter coat. Additionally, she stands close to a van and I suppose that it is hers. When I stop for the interview, she confirms me the usual rates, she informs me that the van isn't hers and she swears that she knows an absolutely safe parking lot. So I invite her on board and we leave to our destination.
Once the car is parked and the bureaucratical issues are settled, Lydia removes her coat and I can realize that her dessous is actually a beautiful black lace bodysuit, which completely wraps her torso. I'm curious to know whether she has bought it at some place like Intimissimi or rather at a sexy shop, but nome of my suppositions proves to be correct, since it had been ordered from a catalogue.
Lydia is really funny in the way she entertains me with the BJ: after starting in a regular way (i.e. rotating her torso and bending down to my Lil Bro), she must feel quite unconfortable, so she decides to lie prone between the two seats, with her head over my Neatherlands and her legs partially bent up, because the car isn't of course large enough
Her erotical skills have to be improved, but she is certainly not missing good will, because she entertains me with a lot of energy, partially using her hands too. On the other hand, it seems that she isn't multi-tasking yet, because she either moves her head up and down or she sucks my penis like a vacuum cleaner. But, for the time being, she seems unable to do both things simultaneously. While she tries to make my Lil Bro happy, I longly caress her back, her buttocks and her short legs, which are wrapped by some very shiny tights. I realize that sometimes she stops and gives a quick look to her watch, to be sure that the time slot is not exceeded.
EINS, ZWEI, POLIZEI!
After a dozen of minutes of entertainment, when the glasses of our car are already partially steamy, I see a couple of lights arriving from the entrance of the parking lot, so I tell her to stop immediately. "Don't worry, she must be a colleague of mine ...", she tries to calm me. But I had good reasons to be nervous, because the van which is approaching us has a silver shade with a red & blue band on the side.
After 15-20 seconds (none of us was naked, luckily), the two Polizei agents step out of their car and approach us, asking for the documents (ours and the car ones). By the way, Lydia hands them a green piece of paper, which must be her registration as a prostitute, and not a romanian or a spanish ID (which rather look like credit cards). One of them checks the papers, the other one turns around the car and probably looks for some stickers on the glasses (I suppose the insurance or the periodical car check). After these controls have been completed, one comes to me and starts explaining that "we have a problem", because it's forbidden to have sex in the car and that this will cost me a 100 Euro fine. In the end, after my explanation that I was not aware of the restriction (because I knew that it was an "Erlaubniszone") and that I haven't got 100 euros with me, he initially tells me that in this case the fine should be sent by post to my home address. I reply that unfortunately we have to proceed like this, because I really haven't more than 50 euros with me, so he thinks over a little bit and, considering that I'm foreigner and that it's the first time they have caught me, he decides to forgive me. "But, if we catch you a second time, remember that the fine is 100 euros!", are his last words, before returning to his colleague on the van.
WE MOVE TO SISSY'S CASTLE ... ALMOST
They wait for us restarting the car and, on the return trip to her spot, I ask Lydia whether she has a flat where we can go. She can host me in the place where she lives, in the 12th district. I have absolutely no idea how far it can be, so I only want to get sure that the stopwatch will be started once we enter her room, which she confirms to me. We negotiate a little bit about the price and we finally agree for 80 euros/30 minutes. I have to stop at the OMV to refill my wallet, she takes a short toilet opportunity and we finally start to her flat, which we reach after about a dozen minutes driving. I've later checked on GM and the street is very close to the the Schoenbrunn Castle, but Lydia's flat is of course much smaller and humble than the royal palace. It's actually a single room flat, with old forniture, two separate beds (plus one couch) and even without a private toilet, which is rather shared by all the people living at the same floor.
We set up the bureaucratical issues again, I just check the time on the smartphone and can move to the couch, which is rather a small extra-bed. Lydia has just removed her high heels shoes, keeping her lace bodysuit on, which leaves most of her back and of her hips naked. This time, there is enough space for her, so she needn't lie on the bed to entertain me with the BJ She rather starts kneeling at my right hand side and later she'll place herself just between my legs, giving me the opportunity to admire her blue/green eyes. Regarding her technique, I have to confirm that it is still quite sour, with a strict alternation of vertical percussions and sucking. Her limited experience is also confirmed by the fact that she had to change at least three condoms, which were not willing to remain tight on my penis. On the other hand, she is eeeextremly patient, because she must have entertained my Lil Bro for at least 15 minutes and she would have probably continued until the end of the time slot, if I hadn't asked her to pass to the sexual intercourse.
AFTER THE DIAKONIE, IT'S TIME FOR THE MISSIONARY
Since she is quite short and she must be agile, I ask for one of the cowgirl positions (direct or reverse), she initially answers positively, but then she changes her mind and she rather asks me to lie over her, in the missionary position. No big difference for me, so I accepts her alternative proposal. She opens the body suit, she unrolls her transparent tights and her lace panties down to the knees and she finally lies supine on the mattress, with the legs spread but bent.
We carefully drive my Lil Bro into her pussy, she asks me to start quietly and I respect her wish, since she has just lubricated her vulva with some saliva. After 30 seconds I accelerate my pace and I have to admit that it is quite pleasant, because Lydia's pussy is still a tight one and I feel a good friction and therefore good sensations coming up from my Lil Bro. Even if my chest is practically pressed against the shins of her legs, the girlie is so compact that her face is not farther than 30-40 cm from mine and I can also caress her, while I perform my mattress gymnastics.
She is not really participatory, because she keeps her head bent on one side for most time, so I can only look at her beautiful eyes here and there. She doesn't show any apparent sign of pleasure, but after some minutes (we must have spent ca. 10 minutes fucking) she moves her arms back and she suddenly and energetically grabs the edges of the mattress, which makes me believe that something is going on inside her, even if is was trying to conceal it. Maybe her pussy is simply burning because of the friction and she simply doesn't dare asking me to stop
When I feel that the time is running short (we have still 5 minutes left, according to her watch), I stop my gymnastics and I propose her to complete her task with a HJ. I initally keep a kneeling position, after a couple of minutes she asks me to lie on the mattress, so that she can be more comfortable. Just before the end, the condom flies away, she puts some saliva of hers on my Lil Bro and she accelerates the stroking rhythm. Her phone rings (I'm not sure whether it was an alarm or her "boyfriend"), she is generous enough to give me another 1-2 minutes and I finally can cross the finish line.
MAYBE A VAN, BUT NOT SOON
When moving back to the table where I laid my belongings, I check also the time on my phone and we have actually spent 33 minutes on the mattress. So, Lydia is still quite unskilled and doesn't offer a broad package of services, but she is at least fair and patient, like most newcomers.
She also not in hurry to leave her flat, because I think we have spent at least 10 minutes to re-dress ourselves and to use the external toilets, before walking back to my car. The return trip lasts another dozen of minutes, so we can have a nice small talk, in a strange mixture of german, english and spanish. As most prostitues, she (or her "boyfriend") is not satisfied of her daily incomes (on average 200 Euros) and she knows that she should buy/rent her own van, to be able to fully compete with her mates, because it happens very rarely that a customer has enough money to afford a hotel room or hers (by the way, it seems that most of them are of Turkish origin). Just the mere used van is a 1,5 kEur investment, but then there is forniture, heating, etc ... to be added and so she would have to spend several thousands Euros to have her movable flat along the Brunnerstrasse, which means that this won't happen shortly.
We finally reach her spot (not before she has received the check-up call by her romanian "boyfriend"), I wish her good night and I can finally drive back to my hotel, to have some rest.
Lydia stands about 100 metres before the OMV traffic light, when driving outwards from the city center (maybe here: 48.134731, 16.297925, but I'm not 100% sure, because all the parking lots look the same from the aerial view). She claims to be 18 (which frightened me a little bit, but then we were both controlled by the Polizei and no problem emerged with her age) and to be a Spano-Romanian. I don't know how much to believe her story, but her father should be from Spain and her mother from Romania and as a result Lydia has grown up between Toledo and Sevilla. After working shortly in a laundry in Spain, she has first moved between the Borussia fans and finally to Vienna, which has been her base for the last couple of months.
For sure, when she received the check-up call from her "boyfriend", they had a conversation in romanian (she only informed him that she was still 5 minutes away from her spot). We talked in a mix of english, german and spanish, but I didn't feel her accent to be a genuine spanish one
She might be max. 1,60 m tall (or short), she has relatively cute features (but with some pimples, which is quite normal for her age), brown hair and very beautiful blue/green eyes, which she has inherited from her parents.
After the Diakonie van has finally completed her interview, I decide to stop at her spot, because she walks back and forth showing a nice black lace dessous underneath her winter coat. Additionally, she stands close to a van and I suppose that it is hers. When I stop for the interview, she confirms me the usual rates, she informs me that the van isn't hers and she swears that she knows an absolutely safe parking lot. So I invite her on board and we leave to our destination.
Once the car is parked and the bureaucratical issues are settled, Lydia removes her coat and I can realize that her dessous is actually a beautiful black lace bodysuit, which completely wraps her torso. I'm curious to know whether she has bought it at some place like Intimissimi or rather at a sexy shop, but nome of my suppositions proves to be correct, since it had been ordered from a catalogue.
Lydia is really funny in the way she entertains me with the BJ: after starting in a regular way (i.e. rotating her torso and bending down to my Lil Bro), she must feel quite unconfortable, so she decides to lie prone between the two seats, with her head over my Neatherlands and her legs partially bent up, because the car isn't of course large enough
Her erotical skills have to be improved, but she is certainly not missing good will, because she entertains me with a lot of energy, partially using her hands too. On the other hand, it seems that she isn't multi-tasking yet, because she either moves her head up and down or she sucks my penis like a vacuum cleaner. But, for the time being, she seems unable to do both things simultaneously. While she tries to make my Lil Bro happy, I longly caress her back, her buttocks and her short legs, which are wrapped by some very shiny tights. I realize that sometimes she stops and gives a quick look to her watch, to be sure that the time slot is not exceeded.
EINS, ZWEI, POLIZEI!
After a dozen of minutes of entertainment, when the glasses of our car are already partially steamy, I see a couple of lights arriving from the entrance of the parking lot, so I tell her to stop immediately. "Don't worry, she must be a colleague of mine ...", she tries to calm me. But I had good reasons to be nervous, because the van which is approaching us has a silver shade with a red & blue band on the side.
After 15-20 seconds (none of us was naked, luckily), the two Polizei agents step out of their car and approach us, asking for the documents (ours and the car ones). By the way, Lydia hands them a green piece of paper, which must be her registration as a prostitute, and not a romanian or a spanish ID (which rather look like credit cards). One of them checks the papers, the other one turns around the car and probably looks for some stickers on the glasses (I suppose the insurance or the periodical car check). After these controls have been completed, one comes to me and starts explaining that "we have a problem", because it's forbidden to have sex in the car and that this will cost me a 100 Euro fine. In the end, after my explanation that I was not aware of the restriction (because I knew that it was an "Erlaubniszone") and that I haven't got 100 euros with me, he initially tells me that in this case the fine should be sent by post to my home address. I reply that unfortunately we have to proceed like this, because I really haven't more than 50 euros with me, so he thinks over a little bit and, considering that I'm foreigner and that it's the first time they have caught me, he decides to forgive me. "But, if we catch you a second time, remember that the fine is 100 euros!", are his last words, before returning to his colleague on the van.
WE MOVE TO SISSY'S CASTLE ... ALMOST
They wait for us restarting the car and, on the return trip to her spot, I ask Lydia whether she has a flat where we can go. She can host me in the place where she lives, in the 12th district. I have absolutely no idea how far it can be, so I only want to get sure that the stopwatch will be started once we enter her room, which she confirms to me. We negotiate a little bit about the price and we finally agree for 80 euros/30 minutes. I have to stop at the OMV to refill my wallet, she takes a short toilet opportunity and we finally start to her flat, which we reach after about a dozen minutes driving. I've later checked on GM and the street is very close to the the Schoenbrunn Castle, but Lydia's flat is of course much smaller and humble than the royal palace. It's actually a single room flat, with old forniture, two separate beds (plus one couch) and even without a private toilet, which is rather shared by all the people living at the same floor.
We set up the bureaucratical issues again, I just check the time on the smartphone and can move to the couch, which is rather a small extra-bed. Lydia has just removed her high heels shoes, keeping her lace bodysuit on, which leaves most of her back and of her hips naked. This time, there is enough space for her, so she needn't lie on the bed to entertain me with the BJ
She rather starts kneeling at my right hand side and later she'll place herself just between my legs, giving me the opportunity to admire her blue/green eyes. Regarding her technique, I have to confirm that it is still quite sour, with a strict alternation of vertical percussions and sucking. Her limited experience is also confirmed by the fact that she had to change at least three condoms, which were not willing to remain tight on my penis. On the other hand, she is eeeextremly patient, because she must have entertained my Lil Bro for at least 15 minutes and she would have probably continued until the end of the time slot, if I hadn't asked her to pass to the sexual intercourse.AFTER THE DIAKONIE, IT'S TIME FOR THE MISSIONARY
Since she is quite short and she must be agile, I ask for one of the cowgirl positions (direct or reverse), she initially answers positively, but then she changes her mind and she rather asks me to lie over her, in the missionary position. No big difference for me, so I accepts her alternative proposal. She opens the body suit, she unrolls her transparent tights and her lace panties down to the knees and she finally lies supine on the mattress, with the legs spread but bent.
We carefully drive my Lil Bro into her pussy, she asks me to start quietly and I respect her wish, since she has just lubricated her vulva with some saliva. After 30 seconds I accelerate my pace and I have to admit that it is quite pleasant, because Lydia's pussy is still a tight one and I feel a good friction and therefore good sensations coming up from my Lil Bro. Even if my chest is practically pressed against the shins of her legs, the girlie is so compact that her face is not farther than 30-40 cm from mine and I can also caress her, while I perform my mattress gymnastics.
She is not really participatory, because she keeps her head bent on one side for most time, so I can only look at her beautiful eyes here and there. She doesn't show any apparent sign of pleasure, but after some minutes (we must have spent ca. 10 minutes fucking) she moves her arms back and she suddenly and energetically grabs the edges of the mattress, which makes me believe that something is going on inside her, even if is was trying to conceal it. Maybe her pussy is simply burning because of the friction and she simply doesn't dare asking me to stop
When I feel that the time is running short (we have still 5 minutes left, according to her watch), I stop my gymnastics and I propose her to complete her task with a HJ. I initally keep a kneeling position, after a couple of minutes she asks me to lie on the mattress, so that she can be more comfortable. Just before the end, the condom flies away, she puts some saliva of hers on my Lil Bro and she accelerates the stroking rhythm. Her phone rings (I'm not sure whether it was an alarm or her "boyfriend"), she is generous enough to give me another 1-2 minutes and I finally can cross the finish line.
MAYBE A VAN, BUT NOT SOON
When moving back to the table where I laid my belongings, I check also the time on my phone and we have actually spent 33 minutes on the mattress. So, Lydia is still quite unskilled and doesn't offer a broad package of services, but she is at least fair and patient, like most newcomers.
She also not in hurry to leave her flat, because I think we have spent at least 10 minutes to re-dress ourselves and to use the external toilets, before walking back to my car. The return trip lasts another dozen of minutes, so we can have a nice small talk, in a strange mixture of german, english and spanish. As most prostitues, she (or her "boyfriend"
) is not satisfied of her daily incomes (on average 200 Euros) and she knows that she should buy/rent her own van, to be able to fully compete with her mates, because it happens very rarely that a customer has enough money to afford a hotel room or hers (by the way, it seems that most of them are of Turkish origin). Just the mere used van is a 1,5 kEur investment, but then there is forniture, heating, etc ... to be added and so she would have to spend several thousands Euros to have her movable flat along the Brunnerstrasse, which means that this won't happen shortly.We finally reach her spot (not before she has received the check-up call by her romanian "boyfriend"), I wish her good night and I can finally drive back to my hotel, to have some rest.
