Encounter with a hot Turkish girl in London
Meeting with a hot Turkish girl
So the encounter begins online, as many current encounters do - I had started to get into back into my fitness routine, and wanted to test how well my stamina had come along, and meet a girl along the way. I had noticed her profile, and just from seeing it alone, made me aroused. I was on the prowl, and seeing the profile of this girl had instigated my desire to pursue her. Her? Hediye. Long, voluminous jet black hair, dark eyes; light, olive skin. 5'5. Curvy, with big, bouncy breasts, most likely D cups. A narrowing waist, which followed through to a big, and impressive derrière. She was no doubt impressive, and upon seeing her I knew I had to make my first impressions count. Me? Robert (Rob for short). 5'9, bald headed with a strong, thick brown beard, accompanied by piercing blue eyes, broad shoulders, large pecs and a hirsute body. I had come out of a long hiatus of not going to the gym, so a work in progress, but an impressive body none the less. My approach? Simple, but straight forward. Bold and confident, but not cocky. I told her that she was looking fine - something she probably hears often, and something that showed I had read her profile. She responded positively, and we had arranged to meet the following Monday.
It had come Monday, the butterflies in my stomach were starting to fly. I was so excited, yet so nervous. She was a nice girl sure enough, but so many thoughts were racing through my head. Was her profile pictures accurate? Was she as sweet as she was in her profile? What would she do and say? So many thoughts raced through my mind as I travelled to her house. I pondered over what Hediye would have been thinking. Excited sure, but nervous to the thought of letting a complete stranger into her house. I thought, that even though I am nervous, she is more than likely to be even more nervous. In a way it put me at ease thinking this, and my thoughts turned to how much fun we will both have, making each other happy. I constrained my nerves as I made my way outside of the station towards her flat. It was in a different part of London. I dialled the code she gave me and I was let in, made my way up the lift and was greeted at the door. Boy was I in for some fun...
I was greeted to a magnificent site, there was Hediye in all her glory, standing in front of me in a dressing gown. She was covered up but she looked impressive, the gown tightly hugging her curvy body. Through this I could see her cleavage, she was wearing a dark red bra - I knew from this that I was going to get fucked this afternoon. Not to seem crude, I glanced up at her face just as quickly. Her long, dark jet black hair flowing like a mane. This contrasting with her light, olive skin and her dark eyes. She was in make up, which she must have spent a good amount of time preparing in anticipation for me, her face baring a nervous but cheeky smile, she knew exactly the reaction I was going to have, and she loved it.
As she welcomed me inside her home, she had asked what drink I would like. I had said just water, and that I needed to go toilet, but once I did this I would come and sit down. I couldn't quite believe my luck. Confidence goes a long way. Although I was nervous but excited I put on a brave face as I made my way to the living room. She was there sitting on the couch, water on the table in anticipation for me. She gestured to come and sit next to her, so I did. Just sitting next to her, with her legs and cleavage out, yet still clad in her gown made me hard. We had some small talk. I found out that she was from Istanbul. Her accent confirmed this, and she spoke perfect English. She was studying at university here for the year so was looking for new friends and acquaintances. I too had told her that I finished university only last year. She was shocked, I realised why and told her my age. 24. 'Wow' she said. 'I thought you were much older.' - 'I get that often' I replied. The conversation went on and I told her about my work place, and some photos of myself there. It both put us at ease, and made her more relaxed. I joked to her that my Turkish only extends so far as the phrase 'Tutun Içmek' (smoking is bad) - she giggled, her laugh and smile infectious, and asked if I had been to Turkey before, I had replied no, but I had been to Northern Cyprus. Gradually the conversation started becoming more flirtatious. We had both knew that this is where it was leading, and we had initiated it. I placed my hand on her legs, they were silky and smooth, and petted them, she whispered in my ear how excited this was making her feel. I made the suggestion that we take our conversation elsewhere. She was more then happy to comply.
As I stood up, she was the one who made the first move, looking at me passionately and attentively. It is true what they say about Turkish women, they are very passionate women, for good and for bad, but in this instance it was overwhelmingly positive. She leant in to kiss me, my tongue and hers passionately interlocked, wrestling. As she took her gown off I took this as an opportunity to get acquainted with her womanly parts. My hands touching her back, and wondering down to her derriere. It felt massive, I certainly got more then a handful. Likewise she felt my bulge and giggled while leading me to her room.
There I wasted no time with her. She played some calm relaxing music and threw herself on the bed and I followed. I took one tit out of her bra and sucked on her nipple. Kissing it as I was her just a few minutes ago. She let out a small gasp. This went on for about two minutes. While I then lay on the best. She started playing with my bulge. Getting it bigger and bigger the more she fondled it. I'm neither 'big', nor 'small' by any stretch of the word. 6 and a half inches, good enough for the job, and capable enough to please her. She pulled my cock out of my boxers, and then started sucking on it. I myself let out a gasp or two as she got to work with it. She sucked like a vacuum. Clearly experienced, with my dick rock hard as she pressed her tit over my leg. We exchanged words as she kissed me, and I invited her to feel how nice my beard and smooth, bald head was as I felt her voluminous black hair. She put a condom over me and in no uncertain terms told me she wanted to fuck. I was happy to comply.
She put some lube on me and laid back. I pressed my dick inside her. Pretty tight. I slowly pushed in, and out. We started making love, kissing as I slowly ploughed her. This went on for a few minutes, becoming more impassioned. I had started to pick up pace, building up speed. We talked dirty, locking eyes. I told her how much I liked girls with dark hair and eyes. She said how much she loved my blue eyes. We built momentum. Romantic sex turning into full blown, unadulterated fucking. Her head started to graze against the wall, worried I cupped her head as I picked up the pace whilst slamming into her. I didn't want her to get hurt, so I asked her to move back a little so her head wasn't in the way. She eagerly did. It was a green light not to hold back. She wanted it, and she wanted it hard. I relentlessly and unmercifully slammed into her, with us two letting out faint gasps as I did it. Soon after. She wanted to ride me so I let her. I laid on my back, and she sorted out the pillows so I wouldn't bang my head which I thought was cute. Our hands interlocked as she rode me cow girl. Me showering compliments on her 'baby making hips' which she giggled. One of the songs from the music she was playing mentioned about a good time. I wittingly commented that this was describing us two and she let out a loud laugh. I told her I wanted to make this time even better by fucking her missionary again and she eagerly complied.
I didn't waste any time. I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could, building up pace. She started gasping. Her breathing getting harder and harder until she stopped breathing for a second, her legs twitching and her pussy feeling more slippery. She had just squirted but at first I didn't realise it being so focussed on fucking her. This went on for a few minutes until I had tired. I stood up, my navel from my belly button to my belly button was covered in her juices. Evidence enough I was pleasing her. Tired, but emboldened. I asked her to fetch some water, and we will go for round 2.
She did just that. Eager to comply, She did so and got to look at her ass. It was magnificent, big and beautiful. I took a sip, and she got me a towel to wipe off her juices, she giggled as I did this. I laid the towel on the bed and told her I'll need to do this for what I'm going to do to her next. I asked her if I should put some more lube on, to which she replied 'no need, I'm already soaked!' - I wanted to do doggy style, but she insisted on missionary again. She wanted more of what I had promised her. True to my word, I laid her down and got to work. Slow then fast, slow then fast, working on her nipples and kissing her whilst whispering dirty words into her ear. I made sure to rub my navel on the mound of her pussy and pound her to the beat of the music. She got off on this and once again I felt her pussy moisten. This time was different. She didn't just cum, but her pussy pulsated, grabbing and releasing my dick as her eyes rolled back, her breath stopped and her legs twitched once again. I had made her orgasm and I fucking loved it.
By now almost an hour of raw, impassioned sex had taken place. More then proving my exercise routine was paying off. She must have been sensitive by now, so suggested we stop and she Jack me off so I could orgasm too. I had other plans, I sat next to her, arm around her hips clutching her ass, my other hand on my cock furiously masturbating. After a while I let out a groan and several shots of spunk shooted out. With a happy and relaxed look on her face, went and got me some baby wipes, I made use of her shower too, as once again I was covered in her juices.
I got dressed and we had some small talk, I told her how great she made me feel and she told me how good she felt. As I left we kissed each other on the cheek and gave each other a massive hug. I told her I would have stayed longer, but as she is a uni student I know she is busy, with people to meet and places to be, but that maybe one day I would see her again. She giggled and smiled. Later on that night I told her again how great that experience was and she agreed. Until next time Hediye! x
So the encounter begins online, as many current encounters do - I had started to get into back into my fitness routine, and wanted to test how well my stamina had come along, and meet a girl along the way. I had noticed her profile, and just from seeing it alone, made me aroused. I was on the prowl, and seeing the profile of this girl had instigated my desire to pursue her. Her? Hediye. Long, voluminous jet black hair, dark eyes; light, olive skin. 5'5. Curvy, with big, bouncy breasts, most likely D cups. A narrowing waist, which followed through to a big, and impressive derrière. She was no doubt impressive, and upon seeing her I knew I had to make my first impressions count. Me? Robert (Rob for short). 5'9, bald headed with a strong, thick brown beard, accompanied by piercing blue eyes, broad shoulders, large pecs and a hirsute body. I had come out of a long hiatus of not going to the gym, so a work in progress, but an impressive body none the less. My approach? Simple, but straight forward. Bold and confident, but not cocky. I told her that she was looking fine - something she probably hears often, and something that showed I had read her profile. She responded positively, and we had arranged to meet the following Monday.
It had come Monday, the butterflies in my stomach were starting to fly. I was so excited, yet so nervous. She was a nice girl sure enough, but so many thoughts were racing through my head. Was her profile pictures accurate? Was she as sweet as she was in her profile? What would she do and say? So many thoughts raced through my mind as I travelled to her house. I pondered over what Hediye would have been thinking. Excited sure, but nervous to the thought of letting a complete stranger into her house. I thought, that even though I am nervous, she is more than likely to be even more nervous. In a way it put me at ease thinking this, and my thoughts turned to how much fun we will both have, making each other happy. I constrained my nerves as I made my way outside of the station towards her flat. It was in a different part of London. I dialled the code she gave me and I was let in, made my way up the lift and was greeted at the door. Boy was I in for some fun...
I was greeted to a magnificent site, there was Hediye in all her glory, standing in front of me in a dressing gown. She was covered up but she looked impressive, the gown tightly hugging her curvy body. Through this I could see her cleavage, she was wearing a dark red bra - I knew from this that I was going to get fucked this afternoon. Not to seem crude, I glanced up at her face just as quickly. Her long, dark jet black hair flowing like a mane. This contrasting with her light, olive skin and her dark eyes. She was in make up, which she must have spent a good amount of time preparing in anticipation for me, her face baring a nervous but cheeky smile, she knew exactly the reaction I was going to have, and she loved it.
As she welcomed me inside her home, she had asked what drink I would like. I had said just water, and that I needed to go toilet, but once I did this I would come and sit down. I couldn't quite believe my luck. Confidence goes a long way. Although I was nervous but excited I put on a brave face as I made my way to the living room. She was there sitting on the couch, water on the table in anticipation for me. She gestured to come and sit next to her, so I did. Just sitting next to her, with her legs and cleavage out, yet still clad in her gown made me hard. We had some small talk. I found out that she was from Istanbul. Her accent confirmed this, and she spoke perfect English. She was studying at university here for the year so was looking for new friends and acquaintances. I too had told her that I finished university only last year. She was shocked, I realised why and told her my age. 24. 'Wow' she said. 'I thought you were much older.' - 'I get that often' I replied. The conversation went on and I told her about my work place, and some photos of myself there. It both put us at ease, and made her more relaxed. I joked to her that my Turkish only extends so far as the phrase 'Tutun Içmek' (smoking is bad) - she giggled, her laugh and smile infectious, and asked if I had been to Turkey before, I had replied no, but I had been to Northern Cyprus. Gradually the conversation started becoming more flirtatious. We had both knew that this is where it was leading, and we had initiated it. I placed my hand on her legs, they were silky and smooth, and petted them, she whispered in my ear how excited this was making her feel. I made the suggestion that we take our conversation elsewhere. She was more then happy to comply.
As I stood up, she was the one who made the first move, looking at me passionately and attentively. It is true what they say about Turkish women, they are very passionate women, for good and for bad, but in this instance it was overwhelmingly positive. She leant in to kiss me, my tongue and hers passionately interlocked, wrestling. As she took her gown off I took this as an opportunity to get acquainted with her womanly parts. My hands touching her back, and wondering down to her derriere. It felt massive, I certainly got more then a handful. Likewise she felt my bulge and giggled while leading me to her room.
There I wasted no time with her. She played some calm relaxing music and threw herself on the bed and I followed. I took one tit out of her bra and sucked on her nipple. Kissing it as I was her just a few minutes ago. She let out a small gasp. This went on for about two minutes. While I then lay on the best. She started playing with my bulge. Getting it bigger and bigger the more she fondled it. I'm neither 'big', nor 'small' by any stretch of the word. 6 and a half inches, good enough for the job, and capable enough to please her. She pulled my cock out of my boxers, and then started sucking on it. I myself let out a gasp or two as she got to work with it. She sucked like a vacuum. Clearly experienced, with my dick rock hard as she pressed her tit over my leg. We exchanged words as she kissed me, and I invited her to feel how nice my beard and smooth, bald head was as I felt her voluminous black hair. She put a condom over me and in no uncertain terms told me she wanted to fuck. I was happy to comply.
She put some lube on me and laid back. I pressed my dick inside her. Pretty tight. I slowly pushed in, and out. We started making love, kissing as I slowly ploughed her. This went on for a few minutes, becoming more impassioned. I had started to pick up pace, building up speed. We talked dirty, locking eyes. I told her how much I liked girls with dark hair and eyes. She said how much she loved my blue eyes. We built momentum. Romantic sex turning into full blown, unadulterated fucking. Her head started to graze against the wall, worried I cupped her head as I picked up the pace whilst slamming into her. I didn't want her to get hurt, so I asked her to move back a little so her head wasn't in the way. She eagerly did. It was a green light not to hold back. She wanted it, and she wanted it hard. I relentlessly and unmercifully slammed into her, with us two letting out faint gasps as I did it. Soon after. She wanted to ride me so I let her. I laid on my back, and she sorted out the pillows so I wouldn't bang my head which I thought was cute. Our hands interlocked as she rode me cow girl. Me showering compliments on her 'baby making hips' which she giggled. One of the songs from the music she was playing mentioned about a good time. I wittingly commented that this was describing us two and she let out a loud laugh. I told her I wanted to make this time even better by fucking her missionary again and she eagerly complied.
I didn't waste any time. I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could, building up pace. She started gasping. Her breathing getting harder and harder until she stopped breathing for a second, her legs twitching and her pussy feeling more slippery. She had just squirted but at first I didn't realise it being so focussed on fucking her. This went on for a few minutes until I had tired. I stood up, my navel from my belly button to my belly button was covered in her juices. Evidence enough I was pleasing her. Tired, but emboldened. I asked her to fetch some water, and we will go for round 2.
She did just that. Eager to comply, She did so and got to look at her ass. It was magnificent, big and beautiful. I took a sip, and she got me a towel to wipe off her juices, she giggled as I did this. I laid the towel on the bed and told her I'll need to do this for what I'm going to do to her next. I asked her if I should put some more lube on, to which she replied 'no need, I'm already soaked!' - I wanted to do doggy style, but she insisted on missionary again. She wanted more of what I had promised her. True to my word, I laid her down and got to work. Slow then fast, slow then fast, working on her nipples and kissing her whilst whispering dirty words into her ear. I made sure to rub my navel on the mound of her pussy and pound her to the beat of the music. She got off on this and once again I felt her pussy moisten. This time was different. She didn't just cum, but her pussy pulsated, grabbing and releasing my dick as her eyes rolled back, her breath stopped and her legs twitched once again. I had made her orgasm and I fucking loved it.
By now almost an hour of raw, impassioned sex had taken place. More then proving my exercise routine was paying off. She must have been sensitive by now, so suggested we stop and she Jack me off so I could orgasm too. I had other plans, I sat next to her, arm around her hips clutching her ass, my other hand on my cock furiously masturbating. After a while I let out a groan and several shots of spunk shooted out. With a happy and relaxed look on her face, went and got me some baby wipes, I made use of her shower too, as once again I was covered in her juices.
I got dressed and we had some small talk, I told her how great she made me feel and she told me how good she felt. As I left we kissed each other on the cheek and gave each other a massive hug. I told her I would have stayed longer, but as she is a uni student I know she is busy, with people to meet and places to be, but that maybe one day I would see her again. She giggled and smiled. Later on that night I told her again how great that experience was and she agreed. Until next time Hediye! x
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