Wroclaw, Poland April 12, 2012
The city was deserted. All the college-aged women I came to pick-up were at home visiting their Catholic families, it was Easter.
I take a break in a hipster coffee shop, order an espresso and browse the selection.
Olga was there also, reading a map. Middle-aged and quite appealing. She had shorter hair and sexy reading glasses.
“You’ll have to flip the map, its upside down.”
We agreed to meet later that night, as I had never had pirogis and she wanted to be the first to enjoy them with me.
We met for dinner and drinks. Although it was Winter in Poland, she was wearing a skirt and boots, very business-like appearance. She was recently divorced, and twice my age. Her daughter was 4 years younger than me.
Afterwards, we left the restaurant and found our way into a brew-hall. Here she bought us a round of a bier from Bavaria. She was a CFO of a recognisable beer company in Germany.
She was screaming sexual frustration. She was a C-level exec- she craved to be put in a feminine role. To have a younger man control a flirty and sexual situation was very stimulating for her.
At the second bar we went to, she resisted my attempts at kissing her. Once we got above ground, she was all over me. Initiating kisses, guiding my hands around her body.
By the third bar, we were making out before and after every Vodka Rocks we pounded. A public display of affection with a woman twice my age made me feel as though all eyes were on us, I felt powerful and crazy horny.
We were near her hotel.
“Im going to lie and say I need to use your hotel restroom. We both know this is a lie, so how bout it ? Can I freshen up?”
She gave the worst blowjob, not what I was expecting from my first certified milf. She made up for it
I took great pride in fucking her in doggystyle, watching her back arch, making that loud thigh-to-thigh fapping sound. She especially loved the theatrics of the whole thing.
Screaming my name and pleading for my dick deeper in her pussy was good, better was her pleading and begging for me to cum inside her pussy, repeatedly.
I slowly realized she was putting on a show, if it was for me, for the years of pathetic sex she was confined to, or for the hotel guests, I didn't care.
I left the next morning exhausted and satisfied.
12 days later I get a message “Where are you? Can I dream of the weekend, somewhere sunny?”
I told her to get it done, and sent her a link to some heels I found sexy.
She booked a flight and hotel for us in Rome. I met her there a day early. I was a broke 23 year old so the Hotel Fiume in Rome was spectacular.
Im just getting back from a run, "Are you there? Im arriving in 30 minutes”
Feeling ever powerful I left the note: “I’ve gone to buy some wine. Shower and prepare. When I come back I want you on the bed with legs spread wearing nothing but the high-heels, begging for my cock.”
We spent the weekend in Rome and I never saw her again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3n2ji1/from_wroclaw_to_rome