[MF] Cute Russian girl gave me a fond farewell (~ 5,000 words)

*Hi everyone – I’ve been a big fan of the stories here for a while, so now I’m posting one of my own. There’s some backstory to begin with. It heats up at the line break below. Let me know what you think.*

So these events happened over the course of roughly a year. About myself – my name’s Tom and I’m a six-foot-two British guy from London. I was a bit of a nerd growing up, and after university I got into fitness and hit the gym (relatively slim and building on beginner gains at the time of this story). The male pattern baldness that runs in my family also kicked in when I was a student, so I just shaved my head down to a buzz cut. Anyway, I got the opportunity to teach English at a language school in Moscow right before the contract for my first graduate job ended. Seeing as the Russian language was something I’d studied, and though I’d been to Novosibirsk while getting my degree but never to the capital before, I decided to go for it.

I passed a course to get qualified and flew out right after getting my credentials. When I arrived in the city to start work, I learned that a few other new teachers and staff were also beginning a new job at the school. Including one girl in particular. Her name was Daria, and she’d be working at the front desk. We had this big meeting in my first days there for all the new people to introduce themselves, but I didn’t take so much notice of her – that would happen at a team-building event later on.

One evening, we all met up at a culinary school that was booked out for us – split into three groups, with the chefs teaching us how to make dishes from different cuisines. I worked in the same team as Daria, making Uzbek food. After everything had been cooked and arranged on the plates to look all fancy, we sat at long dining tables for the feast, Daria and I finding ourselves next to each other. We got talking as the meal went on, and my brain could get to work appreciating the sheer cuteness beside me.

She was almost a foot shorter than I was, with ash-blonde hair down to her chest, a button nose and steel-blue eyes. Her Coke-bottle glasses, framed in black, were about twice as thick as the lenses I wore myself. She had smooth lips, and dimples showed on her round cheeks whenever she smiled. Her whole countenance was soft, and the outline of her body tended towards curvy, though I became far more drawn to her than to the typical taller and slender Russian girls.

We had great chemistry from the start, talking about our lives before this work, what we’d studied, where we’d travelled. Her personality was magnetic – she could hold her end of the conversation naturally while being a good listener, and the way she looked at you while you were talking would make anyone feel appreciated. Once the meal was over, most of us decided to head to a karaoke bar in the centre of the city that the more senior co-workers were fond of. Daria asked me to sing with her and, according to our colleagues at least, we nailed a rendition of “Rock the Casbah” by The Clash. After drinking and dancing some more, we set off to our own homes as a group in the early hours.

The energy between us carried on over the following week – we’d talk whenever we crossed paths, and as we were leaving together after work on Friday, I invited her for a drink at a bar down the street. She accepted without hesitating, which I saw as a good sign. She said she didn’t really drink beer, but enjoyed the taste of Witbier that I introduced her to. She in turn introduced me to Russian drinking rituals, like making a toast to something with every sip. We ended up spending several hours there talking and playing chess on the bar’s set, which was something I had to teach her (seriously, a Russian didn’t know how to play chess). The night seemed to be going smoothly; I could sense the flirtation around us and I had an acceptable reason to pass the touch threshold by holding her hands in mine for a drinking game in which we guessed things about each other (like Tyrion Lannister on *Game of Thrones*). Deciding to escalate things, I leaned over and planted a kiss on her cheek, but here she stopped me, saying I wouldn’t go any further. I shrugged this off and held myself back, letting the night wind down until she hugged me goodbye before taking her taxi home.

Over the next few days, the momentum stalled – we didn’t chat as much and she didn’t wait to leave with me at the end of the day any more. I figured I had screwed up my approach, and although naturally disappointed, resolved that I would eventually get over her. It wasn’t as if I’d never been turned down by a girl before, and there were plenty more hotties in Russia.

I’ll take a little time here to talk about some stuff that happened over the following months. In short, although I had good times for a little while, things started to go bad very fast. An unforeseen rheumatic condition suddenly started to torment me relentlessly, making it agonising to even move around for much of the time. I ended up countering this with recklessly high dosages of painkillers when I wasn’t consulting several expensive doctors. On the social side, I never felt like I was fitting in, partially due to the nature of the job (we worked through evenings and weekends to accommodate adult students), the diversity of my colleagues’ backgrounds (some were married or had other big commitments, making them flakier than a breakfast cereal when it came to any plans), and probably also the vicious circle of my situation (negativity because of my illness driving people away, making me even more negative, and so on). I didn’t even get anyone regularly talking with me in Russian.

It was in this mental quicksand of despair that I impulsively tendered my resignation four months before the year’s contract was due to end. I gave them a long notice so they could bring in a replacement, and so I could maybe line up another job for after I flew back home. As word filtered out that I was getting ready to leave, I noticed Daria changing the way she behaved towards me. She got into the habit of just staring at me an awful lot whenever we were around each other, something I jokingly called her out on a fair few times. Conversation with her became a lot warmer and flirtier – her beautiful blue eyes sparkled whenever I started talking to her, and she’d often stroke my arm slightly before we parted ways. Of course, in my awful mindset I thought she was just being a tease, aggravating me. She even called me at one in the morning a week before my flight back, inviting me to go out. I had to refuse her – I was lying face-down in bed crippled by pain at the time, I had work in the morning, the metro was closed, and no one *starts* going out at 1 a.m. I got it into my head that she saw me as her lackey, who would come running at her beck and call. I mean, she knew that I was into her. It just got me even more riled up.

So my last day finally arrived and I organised a farewell get-together in the same vein as another colleague who’d left earlier, at the same bar where Daria and I first got drinks. *And who knows, maybe it’ll be your lucky night and you’ll get some before you leave tomorrow*, I thought, finding two condoms in my jacket pocket before leaving for work. I always had a couple there for whenever I went out socially at night, even though that’s where they often stayed. Once my lessons had finished and I’d said goodbyes to those who wouldn’t make it to my party, I arrived at the bar and sat around a couple of tables with most of my co-workers, including Daria, and my other friends in the city as they drank, chatted and each signed a book they were giving me as a going-away present. One friend of mine who turned up was Sveta – a busty girl with peroxide blonde hair and a pretty face, whose personality was all about fun. She sat between Daria and me, and as the evening went on, the two of them started chatting in quick, whispered Russian. When I turned my ear towards them, I picked up Sveta saying “either you ask him or I will”.

Suddenly Daria snapped her head in my direction and asked in English, “Tom, did you have sex in Russia?”

The two of them broke out into girlish giggling for a couple of seconds, letting me process the question. I hadn’t expected her to bring something like this up on my last night, and after so many months.

“I have had sex in Russia,” I began to answer, “but in Novosibirsk, not in Moscow.” (As a matter of fact, that was where I had lost my virginity a few years earlier).

Sveta quickly followed up on this with her own questioning. “Did you make out with any girls while you were here?”

“Sure… like this Finnish girl I met one night.” That was a good night, but nothing else had come of that.

Daria leaned forward slightly, and her eyes widened with what blurred the lines between mock and real indignation.

“But you didn’t have sex with her?” Sveta continued.

“No, I only saw her once.”

“Oh, good,” Daria commented, relaxing. “I thought maybe you’d been cheating on me.”

“Cheating on you?” I asked incredulously. “Daria, we were never together.”

“But I was the girl you were interested in,” she rebuffed.

“Mm-hm, and I seem to remember making a move on you, and you stopping me,” I shot back.

She took a second to consider this. “You should have just… tried harder.”

Ignoring, of course, that I was already on treacherous ground by hitting on a co-worker – I imagine HR would have gone KGB on my ass if I’d pushed things and she wasn’t that into me. I didn’t bother arguing this point.

My horny mind muscled out the argument. *Holy fucking shit, this might actually be happening, Tom. You might actually fuck this girl tonight. Now’s the time to be daring*. I decided to give her something to think about.

“Well,” I added, “if you’re after a one-night stand, tonight would be the ideal time.”

Sveta laughed, as did Daria, though more subdued, holding her gaze at me.

Another friend suggested that we move the party over to the karaoke bar that had become such a regular haunt over the months. Most of those at the bar decided to call it a night then, and as we walked over to the metro and bus stops, Daria moved close to me and wordlessly took my arm in hers, breaking off at the end of the street to say goodbye to those going home.

“So now you know what to do with her,” Sveta urged me privately before heading off, “Get her drunk and then go from there!”

*Thanks for the questionable advice, Sveta, and now goodbye*.

Those of us going to karaoke took a bus over there. Daria wouldn’t stop staring at me the whole way, and though she still didn’t say a word to me, she’d randomly give me a playful punch to the chest or tug on my jacket. Eventually I had to put my stern teacher’s voice to use and tell her that she could touch me all she wanted after karaoke, but to keep her hands off me in public. She puffed up her face and glowered at me in such an adorable way before casting her eyes down.

The karaoke place was packed – one thing that I didn’t like about the venue was that you could wait well over an hour from your request to actually singing when it was like this (who knew Russians loved karaoke so much?). We took a table in front of the stage while passing the time with more drinking. Daria mellowed out more and more. I wrapped my arm around her as she leaned into me. She told me she’d wait for her choice before going home, and asked me to perform with her again. We sang along to The Bloodhound Gang’s “Ballad of Chasey Lain” before getting her request of “Danger! High Voltage” by Electric Six. Once we left at around 2 a.m., the group broke apart, everyone else said one last goodbye to me before Daria and I linked arms again and I escorted her over to her place just a few hundred metres away.

She hugged me as we stood at her front door, her head buried in my chest. I stroked her hair before speaking.

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“So… I’d be an idiot if I didn’t make another move right now.”

She relaxed her hold and looked up at me. I put two fingers under her chin, tilting her head up a little more before leaning in and finally bringing those gorgeous lips to mine. We kissed soft and slow – I felt as if my mouth was melting on hers. My cock swelled in my jeans as sex-crazed thoughts started to take over. After a minute or so of this bliss, we broke apart, and I opened my eyes to see her serene, smiling expression looking back at me.

“You know,” I went on, “I think you could show me around your place before I leave.”

She smiled wider. “You want to come in?” Taking my arm again, she opened the door and led me upstairs to her apartment. She slipped away to the bathroom while I went on to her bedroom. I switched on the light and saw it was spacious and bare, with a queen-size bed directly under and parallel to a large window, shades drawn. I sat down on the bed and faced the door. *Thank God the pills are still keeping the pain away*.

Daria walked in and smiled at me again before switching off the room light. I could only see her slightly illuminated by lamps from outside.

“You should leave the light on,” I told her.

“I’m too embarrassed to get undressed in front of you like that.”

“You can’t be serious… Look, come here.”

I stood up, stepped over and reached for her hand, leading her over to the bed. I sat back down and pulled her between my legs, lifting my head to taste those delicious lips again. My palms caressed her waist before reaching under her top to feel her supple skin. Her left hand reached up to pull away my jacket lapel. I broke away from the kiss, took my hands from her body and removed my jacket before fixing my eyes on hers, twinkling in the darkness. I pulled her top over her head, tousling her hair. Reaching out again to the sides of her bra’s dark outline, I felt the lace under my fingers as my hands extended around her back. Suddenly she smacked her hand on my chest and prodded at my shirt’s buttons.

“Take this off first”

“You forgot the magic word.” I heard her huff at this.

“*Please* take this off first.”

“Manners are very important in English, you know.”

I almost rushed to undo the buttons before slowing myself down and gazing back at her. I could glimpse her eyes looking me up and down. Losing the shirt, I brought my hands to her waist again and pulled her over to my left, then further over into the centre of the bed before caressing her shoulders and pushing her down onto the pillows. As I did, her cute little face lit up in electric blue glow from outside. I remember thinking how beautiful she was. Then I was glad she’d switched off the light. I lifted her glasses off before removing my own.

Straddling her, I let the lust fuel me a little more – quickly kissing all over her chest, sucking and breathing on her ear, biting her neck and letting my hands roam all over her. I felt her body lose tension, and slid my hands under her to unclasp her bra, taking it away to let me see those soft C-cups and light little areolae. I took a second to grab both handfuls, then slid my hands away to circle her nipples with the very tips of my fingers. They stiffened in seconds, and I hungrily leant down and took one into my mouth, sucking and tugging on it. Daria gasped and reached around the back of my head, her nails digging into my shorn scalp. I hummed against her flesh – this was going to be a lot of fun! Her other hand reached down to the waistband of my jeans and started to yank at it.

After playing with her tits for a little longer, I twisted around and ripped my jeans and socks off, leaving my boxers barely covering a raging hard-on threatening to leap out. I reached up Daria’s body with both hands, stroking her all the way down from her chin and neck, over her smooth chest and belly to her own jeans, unbuttoning them. She gave me some help getting them off, and I pulled her socks away. Moving back up so our bodies were next to each other, I took a moment to take in her outstretched form completely, then reached my right hand out between her thighs, gradually beginning to rub her pussy through the fabric of her panties, while my left arm slinked around her shoulders.

We locked eyes for a moment longer, then locked lips. I pressed into her with more pressure, and moved my hand to explore beneath her underwear. I grazed along a thin bush and my heartbeat kicked up when I felt how wet she was – my hand slicked up and down her vulva before circling and lightly stroking her clit. Her expression strained as she let out minuscule groans, and she started biting lightly on my lower lip as I kissed her. I broke off and took my hand away from her sweet spot. Moving down between her thighs, kneeling before the holy of holies, I hooked the hem of her panties with my fingers and dragged them over her legs and away. I saw her pussy there ready for me, and beyond that, Daria looking down, mouth slightly agape. I floated my hands up her outer legs, fingertips gradually and lightly tickling a way up to her waist. Then I leaned forward and slowly rubbed the bristles of my shaved head against her inner thigh, eliciting a sharp “hssss” as Daria breathed deep through her teeth. I glanced up at her and grinned.

“Well. You like that, don’t you?”

Her eyes wide, she nodded quickly. The grin didn’t leave my face as I rubbed my head against her a few more times, getting more heavy breaths from my adorable playmate. I brought my head level and fixed a determined look at her gleaming twat.

*No question about it, I’m eating this pussy like nothing else*.

I inched myself forward to wrap my lips around her juicy snatch, tasting and sucking on her button. Daria stifled a moan as her silky thighs pressed together, holding my head in place. I lost all track of time between those legs, eyes closed and focused only on devouring her. My hands stroked up her outer thighs, to her hips and back down. My ears muffled, I could faintly hear deep breaths from her as she constricted my head tighter. Adrenaline surged at the thought about how this girl who had played so hard to get was now mine to take. I kept my tongue working her clit until I felt her hand caress my head and her thighs loosened me from her.

I finally opened my eyes again to see something like longing reflected in Daria’s. In my fuck-hungry state I tore off my boxers, reached over into my jacket pocket and pulled out a condom. *This girl’s getting railed into another dimension, she won’t even comprehend*. On my knees and and stroking myself to full tension, I wrapped my dick up and lowered it towards her labia – not going in yet, just rubbing the head up and down on her. I looked back to her face.

“After this, you’re gonna wish we’d started fucking months ago.”

She broke into a wide smile. Usually I would reflexively smile as well from seeing that pretty face light up, but now I bit my tongue and held eye contact.

“You think I’m joking?”

Her smile faded into a cocky look as she nudged her head up slightly.

“Then do it.”

Not letting my eyes leave hers, I put out my right arm to hold myself over her, my left hand guiding my cock steadily inside her. Her proud expression cracked in quick blinks and a small gasp as I smirked back at her. I pulled back just as steadily, then back in, and out, until I was hilted. I segued into a circular motion with my hips, rising up when pushing in, lowering down when drawing out. Moving my hand up to clasp her upper arm and play with her tits, I arched down to bite and kiss her neck and cheeks again. I saw her chest rise and fall quicker, her eyelids half-open.

An idea jumped into my head. I took one of her hands and brought it above her head, then the other, crossing them and holding them down. I stared back into Daria’s sparkling eyes and gradually picked up my tempo, thrusting harder and faster into her. Just when I thought she was losing herself too much to my efforts, I abruptly stopped. I pulled my dick out of her and got back on my knees.

“What are you doing?” she demanded. I answered back in Russian.

“Izmenyayu tvoyu pozitsiyu (Changing your position).” Her face brightened and she softly laughed. I couldn’t tell whether she was happy at my decision or whether she was laughing at my accent. I guess all the misery of the past months was still taking a toll.

“Davai, seychas! (Let’s go, now!)” I commanded her, taking her arm and flipping her over onto her back, then pulling her smooth sizeable ass towards my prick. She raised her hips towards me, keeping her head down and her arms extended out in front of her on the mattress. I took my cock and pushed it back into her pussy, gripping her tight. As I got her to slam back on me, I ran my open right hand over her back, leaning forward enough to reach up her neck and to her hair. She gasped as I gripped a handful close to the roots and pulled her head up. I whispered a sharp accusation at her.

“This was your plan, huh? Get me all frustrated and then have me fuck the hell out of you just before I leave?”

She blinked and turned her head slightly to glance back at me. “No…,” she murmured, inflecting her voice high and giving me a look that was slightly too innocent. My cock twitched hard; that look brought me close to cumming on the spot.

“I bet it was… – ah – absolutely your plan.” I let her hair go as her face shied away and slowed my tempo just a little. It was a matter of pride that this girl came before me. I clawed her ass with my fingernails slightly and gave her a few moderate spanks, hearing a little “ah” from her each time. Usually I’m not that much of a dirty talker, but I was inspired to run with this theme.

“I’m just your foreign sex-toy, am I…? You’re a bad girl… just using me like this to fuck you…”

Her head writhed into the pillows and I could here more and more little moans from her. I picked up my speed again to the steady rhythm of *smack-smack-smack-smack* as her ass struck against my hips. Her left hand spread out to her side. I reached down to interlock my fingers with hers, and she gripped tight as she buried her face in her pillows and let out several long, muffled moans.

*Russians have a huge thing for the idea of victory. This girl cumming for me is mine*.

I kept up the pace, riding her until her hold loosened on my left hand and her body slackened. I slowed down as she turned her face to speak.

“You haven’t even cum yet.”

“I wanted to make you cum first. I’m an English gentleman, after all.”

She smiled and rolled on her back as I took myself out of her. “A real gentleman,” she whispered.

“Come here,” I told her, beckoning her with my fingers. She sat up and tilted her head to look up at me. In that position, freshly fucked with her inquisitive eyes shining through the now-tangled mess of her hair, she was so cute that I was compelled to take her face in my hands and give her another deep kiss before moving again. I sat up on the edge of her bed and brought her over, getting her kneeling on top of me – her body facing me, her smooth legs confining me and my dick ready to impale her. One of my favourite positions, and I wanted this girl in it. Here, I could switch the dynamic a little and look up at *her* for a change.

My palms stroked her thighs again as she lowered herself. She took my cock and guided it smoothly back into her pussy. Gyrating slowly at first, she focused an intense stare at me. I caressed her body all over, planting my lips on her chest and neck before looking up and kissing her lips from below. Daria ran her hands to my chest and gently pushed me down on the bed. I propped myself up on my elbows as she rose and fell on me quicker. I could sense my climax rolling towards me, but I wanted to give this girl my cum, not to have her take it from me.

I shot back up, grabbed her waist and twisted her body back around to put her flat on the mattress. She looked a little surprised before her expression changed into a seductive smile, her eyes still spurring me on towards the finish. I took hold of her legs and lifted her thighs up, pressing them against her chest and getting a little gasp of “oh, fuck” from her. My tempo got frantic, pistoning my cock in and out of her faster and faster until the tsunami of pleasure slammed into me. Eyes shut tight, jaw clenched, I half-roared, slamming my head down into the mattress next to Daria’s. I drew rapid, deep breaths as it swept through my body. My heart pounded. I dimly felt Daria’s hand reach up to stroke the back of my neck.

Eventually, I recovered and turned my head to see her staring back at me.

“Wow. You cum hard.”

“Yeah…,” I panted, out of British wit. Reaching up to stroke her face, we kissed softly again. I stayed inside her until my dick finally began to calm down, then wandered to the bathroom to freshen up, quickly crossing to the kitchen and getting two glasses of water to bring back. Seeing her beautiful, tranquil expression as I handed her one gave the the biggest feeling of peace I’d felt in a long time.

I climbed back into bed with her, grabbing the duvet to cover us both. Daria set her alarm to wake us up about four hours later before shuffling over to face me and press her body against mine. We hugged tight for a moment before relaxing and letting ourselves drift off.

After what seemed like only a minute, I felt the alarm buzzing me awake, and I opened my eyes to the bright morning light. Daria had her face nestled in the pillow beside me, still snoozing. Fortunately my flight wasn’t until the afternoon, so I could spend the time taking in the sweetness before my eyes. I couldn’t stop myself from lightly stroking her cheek with the back of my hand, down over her shoulder and arm. Daria opened her eyes.

“We can’t have morning sex, Tom. I have to go to work.”

“Mmm… and I have to leave the country.”

She pouted and brought herself to my chest again. I wrapped my arms around her, stroking her hair.

“You could just stay here, you know,” she said, “You don’t have to go home.”

I smiled down at her. “Just want to keep me as your sex slave, huh? I can’t do that, Daria… at least not yet.” She gave me another playful punch at this.

We got dressed after a few minutes, and I decided on taking the metro back to my place – the nearest station was on Daria’s way to the school. As I walked with her, we got talking a little about what I would do back home and what she would do over the next few months in Moscow. It felt like how we first got to know each other almost a year before. Upon reaching the metro, she stood on tiptoes to give me one last goodbye kiss.

“Will we see each other again?” she asked as she broke away.

“I’m sure we will,” I answered.

She smiled. “If you’re sure, then I’m sure.”

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7 comments on “[MF] Cute Russian girl gave me a fond farewell (~ 5,000 words)

  1. On a completely different note, how are the Russians culturally different? I have never interacted wih a russian before, just curious

  2. “This girl’s getting railed into another dimension, she won’t even comprehend.”

    I seriously don’t blame you for making this statement.

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