When I [30M] got with a Hot Aussie “Model” [24F] [MF]

At the time, I was living in New York. I had recently gotten out of a serious relationship and trust me, it wasn’t an amicable break up. I was a few months shy of my 31st birthday and I had began re-evaluating things. I was working a job I didn’t really care much for and living in NYC wasn’t as glamorous as thought it would be. I was feeling burnt out and figured it was time for a change. I had some decent savings at the time and decided that I was going to go traveling around SE Asia for at least half a year. I quit my job, sold/gave away most of my stuff and moved in to my parents’ house in the suburbs of NY for a few weeks as I planned my travels and figured out some stuff. Also, it wasn’t feasible to keep renting an apartment in NYC if wasn’t working. My parents didn’t live too far from the city, so it was possible for my to catch the train to the city whenever I wanted to go hang out with my mates there.

My planning was coming along just fine. I had bought myself a one way ticket to SE Asia and was supposed to leave in three weeks. Every other day, I would hop on to this app to interact with some people who were traveling across SE Asia as well. I connected with a few cool people who gave me some sound advice in regards to what to expect when traveling around SE and also helped me figure out a travel route. I had been using this app for a couple of years now and had met some nice people over this app – locals while I was traveling around and some travelers visiting NYC. Since I had been in a relationship for the past few years I had never really thought of using this app as a hook up app but I was single now and eager to sleep around. Just out of curiosity, I went on the app to see who was visiting NYC over the next couple of weeks. There seemed to be a bunch of cute chicks from all over the world who were supposed to visit in the coming weeks and were looking for hosts/locals to hang out with and show them around. I ended up messaging a few chicks telling them that while I couldn’t host them, I’d be very happy to show them around. One of the chicks happened to message me back after a couple of hours. She was from Australia and as per profile, she was 24 and a model. Her profile had several pictures from what seemed like professional photoshoots. She was apparently coming to NYC for a photoshoot. Her profile also included her Instagram handle and when I looked it up, she had a few thousand followers. She came across as more of a budding Instagram model/influencer. Her profile included some pictures of her walking the ramp but I doubt she was even semi-famous back home. As I found out later, she had come to NYC on her own dime just for vacation and had arranged a photoshoot across a few different spots in the city with a local photographer so that she’d have some pictures for her Instagram handle. That said, she was drop dead hot though if her pictures were anything to go by.

She shot me back a message saying that she would love it I could show her around and asked me for suggestions for neighborhoods she should stay at. She seemed talkative and friendly and we spoke a bit back and forth. I told her about myself, my travel plans and she asked me what was going on in NYC the weekend she was going to get there and told me that she was really looking forward to partying in the Big Apple. I could tell she was a bit of a wild party gal. She was getting in on a Sunday afternoon which was a few days away and up until that point I had no plans of going to the city that weekend. I was trying to not spend too much money on partying before I left for my trip. But, for the first time ever that summer I did wish that I was still living in Brooklyn and still had my cool apartment so I could offer her a place to stay and spend some time with her. I ended up telling her that I was going to be in the city that weekend anyways and we could hang if she wanted. I had said this to gauge her response and if she was down, I’d end up getting a hotel room in Manhattan for the weekend and hang with her and show her a bit of the nightlife perhaps. She replied saying that would be great and proceeded to ask me where I’d be staying. I told her that I was thinking of getting a hotel for Sunday. She immediately replied asking me if she could crash with me that weekend as well ? I was a bit taken aback and started wondering what was wrong with this chick ? She had never met me before. We hadn’t even spoken on the phone. I was a total stranger and could be anyone. But then I realized that my profile on the app had a good number of reviews from other travelers I had met in the past and perhaps that was all the validation she needed. Maybe she was just a free spirit. Similarly, her profile had a few reviews as well meaning she was real and not a catfish. I told her that it would be perfectly alright. We could spend Sunday together and I’d go back to the suburbs on Monday. The following weekend, I could come back to the city again if she was down to hang out some more as she was going to be in town for a couple of weeks. She said that worked for her as well since from Monday she’d be busy with her photoshoots as well and she’d check in to a different hotel. Even until this point, I wasn’t expecting her to sleep with me but the conversations were definitely getting more flirtatious now. Over the next couple of days, we spoke a bit more and we even FaceTimed once, per her suggestion as she said doing so would make her feel safer. I had told her that I’d come meet her at the airport.

Finally, Sunday arrived. By then I had jerked off to offer picture at least a few times. She had texted me when she boarded her plane and gave me her flight number so I could track it. I left my folks’ house around noon and made it to Manhattan. Checked in to the hotel I had booked and put away my weekend bag and the bottle of Grey Goose I had purchased from the liquor store near the train station. And I took the train to the airport. Her flight landed on time and I met her at the baggage claim area. She seemed just as cute in person though slightly different because she wasn’t wearing full on make-up like she was in her pictures and that one time she FaceTimed. She was dressed in a pair grey yoga pants and black tank top that displayed ample cleavage. Had a hoodie tied around her waist. She gave me a big hug and told me how thankful she was that I could come to the airport to pick her up since it was her first time here and she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to figure out that easily how to get to the city. I told her it was no problem and we made small talk as we waited for her luggage. She told me that she thought I was quite handsome and I was a bit taken aback. Not going to lie, I am a decent looking guy and am used to women complimenting me every now and then but this whole thing seemed had seemed too good to be true. I had met this girl over an app a few days ago. She was hot as hell and had invited herself to say with me for the night and now here she was complimenting me. I thanked her for the compliment and told her she looked great as well. She joking said that she looked like shit and needed to shower and put on some make up to look as pretty as she does in her pictures. She remarked that I probably thought I was being cat-fished. I told her she looked just fine and we should probably get her back to the hotel so that she could rest after a long flight. She said she was too excited at the prospect of finally being in NYC and she didn’t need any rest and she was excited to go out later that night.

We took the train back to Penn Station where we grabbed a bite to eat and then took the subway back to the hotel I had booked. She seemed impressed by the hotel I had picked out – It was a 4 star chain hotel, nothing special but our room did have a killer view. Anyway, we made some small talk trying to figure out the plans for the evening. Then she asked me what were we drinking and I pointed towards the bottle of Grey Goose I had picked up. I asked her what she’d like her vodka with and she said pineapple juice. I told her that I’d run to the CVS across the street and pick up some mixers. She said she’d hop in to the shower while I did that. After I came back, she was still in the shower. I made myself a drink and sipped it as I turned on the TV just to kill some time. A little later she opened door and came out of the bath room and had a towel wrapped around her head and had on a black bra and a lacy black thong. At first, I thought she hadn’t realized that I was back and had walked out thinking she had the room to herself but the smile she gave me said it all. She then proceeded to bend over in my line of vision as she searched for something in her suitcase. Also, I’m not sure if this was on purpose or not but I could see one of her nipples. She had amazing tits and while we were on the train over to the hotel she had casually remarked that while a lot of models get their tits done these days, she was all natural and proud of it. As she walked her to the bathroom, she asked me if I could fix her a drink. I did. She took a while to get ready as she straightened her hair, applied make up, got dressed, etc. One one occasion, as I walked in to the bathroom to give her a refill, I couldn’t help but hold her from behind and kiss her neck. She shrugged me off which confused a bit and I straight up asked her what was the deal. She said she definitely wanted to have sex with me but right now she just wanted to get ready without being bothered. I was a bit taken aback and if I call correctly, she was kind of rude when she said it. I had sensed from the beginning that she definitely had an attitude. For example, when I asked her how was her drink she replied that it was alright but she had had better. Anyhow, I was only with her for a night or two and as long as she put out, I could put up with her attitude. She was finally dressed. She came out looking gorgeous in a black top that was kind of backless and displayed ample cleavage. She complimented it with a mini skirt. She said we better head out soon. She wanted to go take some pictures at Times Square and walk around before we went out to the bars. I told her that I had just poured myself a drink and I need a 5-10 minutes to finish it. I hate being rushed generally and told her so. I asked her to help herself to another drink as well and she was she was just going to take a shot. She did. She could probably sense that I was a bit off after she had turned down my advances and came and sat in my lap. Told me to not worry as we were going to have an amazing time together and proceeded to give me a big kiss. It did make me feel slightly better but then right away she started getting restless and said that we better leave soon. So, I reluctantly got up and we walked around for a bit.

She had me take around – I kid you not – 200 pictures at Times Square. She was doing different poses and even though no one in NYC generally gives a fuck as to what others are doing I could sense a lot of eyes were on us. She would have me take a few pictures and then come over to see if there was anything she liked. She would give me all sorts of pointers as to how should I clicking her. It was honestly getting very frustrating but I had to remind myself to stay calm and keep my eyes on the prize. A couple hundred clicks later, she was satisfied with at least a couple of the pictures and deemed them worthy of being on her Instagram handle. At this point, I was just exhausted as prior to this we had walked around for an entire hour and it was a hot humid night. I was sweating profusely and all I wanted to do was just sit somewhere and have a drink. I convinced her to head to a dive bar I frequented. Told her we could get check out a couple of bars and perhaps later head out to this rooftop club I really liked. We ubered to the dive and on the way there, we passed the Washington Square Park. I pointed the park to this chick and told her it was a very nice spot to chill at and she shot back saying she wasn’t interested in visiting a park this time of the night. I told her I obviously meant she should visit the park at some point during the day over the course of her stay. At this point, this chick’s attitude was kind of getting to me and if she wasn’t so hot and a “model” of some sort I would’ve ditched her already. But I’m sure we all have put up with worse to get laid.

We finally arrived at the bar. Being a Sunday night, it wasn’t too crowded and we found a table upstairs. I had my reservations about bringing a supposedly high-maintenance girl to a dive but she found it “charming”. I got us some drinks and she spent a while looking at her pictures and editing them to post them on her socials. We made small talk in between and once she was done posting her pictures, she said she wanted to get shit faced drink and then go back and fuck. She told me I could do whatever I wanted to her but I better not leave any marks of her body because she had a couple of photoshoots scheduled for the coming week. In her exact words which still sound like music to my ears “ You can do whatever you want… like fuck the shit out of me but don’t leave any mark on my body because… you know.. I’m a model and I have this photoshoot day after tomorrow. “

This got me instantly hard and I proceeded to get us a couple of shots of tequila.

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