Being a native of Scotland, I am very familiar and comfortable with people from other countries and nationalities. We are a part of Europe, and as a result travel to and from this incredibly varied set of countries is so cheap and easy. It is common place to see a variety of interesting people living their day to day lives, amongst you.
In general the mainland Europeans are kind, hardworking and friendly… did I mention beautiful, because without a doubt some of the most attractive people I have ever seen hail from the likes of France, Italy and Spain. The other country that I am going to include on this list is over on the Eastern border of Europe; Namely Poland. The Poles are a frequent flyer in the United Kingdom, meaning that every year we see an influx of men and women arriving on our shores looking for work, leaving their country behind, thinking they would be better off here. There certainly is plenty of work going around for them to do. Normally factory and farm work being commonly available.
It was the start of the summertime in 2004. I had just graduated from college and was looking forward to taking a break from the crazy past four years of studying. I figured that I could take the summer off before trying to find a job somewhere. All of my friends were back in town and we were looking forward to some partying and just having a good time together. On this particular Saturday night we were all heading out to our local pub to have few beers and talk about our latest adventures at college and our plans for the future.
At the time one of my better friends, we will call him Pierre, was dating a tall, good looking Polish girl, (let’s call her D). Pierre and D had been going steady for a couple of years and we all knew they would end up married, (and as of writing this, they still are ? ). D was tall, about 5’10, with short dark hair, glasses and a sweet smile that could light up any room. She had a great sense of humor and was fun to be around.
I got there early with a couple of my other friends and we started talking about college life and all of the girls/guys that we hooked up with. In through the pub doors walks Pierre and D, laughing and joking. I almost didn’t see the flash of blonde that was sneaking in behind them…
Okay, description time: walking in behind Pierre and D was a shy, nervous looking girl. Her pretty blue eyes darted left and then right while her slender left hand reached up and smoothly tucked a piece of shoulder length silky, blonde hair behind her ear. She stood about 5’3, wearing a blue denim jacket over a pink tank top. Her bottom half was consisted of a dark pleated skirt down to her knees, tights and some strappy shoes. She looked so adorable that for a few moments I was lost in my own little world just staring at her. Pierre spotted us and began walking over. We all stood up and gave handshakes and hugs.
I leaned to the side and gave a big cheesy smile to the new girl and said, “Hi, it’s nice to meet you!”. She looked down for a moment and then those ocean blue eyes rose and met mine for the first time. She gave a genuine smile and in the thickest Polish accent that I have ever heard she said, “Hello, it’s good to meet you as well.” She stuck her hand out to shake and I kind of just stood there like a dope just looking at her. She was incredibly attractive. Her face was slender with defined, cheekbones and her blonde hair framed her face wonderfully. I notices her raising her eyebrow at me a little, and I suddenly snapped out of my enamored gaze and swooped in to give her a customary Scottish greeting of a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
If she was surprised by my greeting she didn’t show it. She gave me a tight squeeze in return. D gave her attention to both of us and said, “This is Marzena. She’s my friend from back home and is going to be staying with me and start working soon.”
And so that is how the night began: a new friend coming into the group, new stories to tell everyone and lots to drink along the way. Turns out that Marzena was pretty shy, but after a few drinks she opened up and was talking and laughing just like everyone else.
Later on I excused myself and went to the bathroom. On the way back I sat myself up at the bar to order another round of drinks for the table. After paying I was waiting for the drinks to be served when Pierre comes up, slaps me on the shoulder and says, “It’s so great to be back and see everyone again.” I agreed and handed him a drink. “Marzena’s gonna fit into the group just fine”, I say. Pierre just smiled and looked at his drink for a second before taking a decent sized gulp. “Yep, she’s a little firecracker once you get to know her! Wait till we get the Russian Vodka out, she’ll drink you under the table.” I laughed and offered up my glass to give a cheers. “Sounds like a challenge, mate!”
The night continued as most nights do, we steadily get drunker and louder. All the while I keep catching Marzena’s eyes sneaking a glance in my direction. Every time that I caught her doing it she would give a sly smile and look away. I made a mental note to steal her away from the group as we were walking home. That way I could get some along time with her and flirt with her one on one. During the rest of the night I gave small hints of my interest in her. I would reach out and touch her shoulder when talking to her. I would pick some fluff out of her golden hair. Really anything that provided a physical connection between us. It’s a flirtatious way to raise the mystery and suspense without appearing desperate and needy. It’s all just some harmless fun and good times.
The walk home was about 20 mins, (40 in our inebriated state), so there was plenty of time to observe the scene and set up a scenario to get to the back of the group with Marzena. As it turns out it was pretty easy. About halfway through the walk home she pauses and pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter and begins to light one up.
Now, I am not a smoker, but I have had the occasional puff. Knowing that no one in our group smoked, I wasn’t about to let her walk by herself at the back. I eased my pace and gave her a friendly shoulder nudge, and said, “Do you mind sharing?” Apparently she didn’t. She nudged me back and offered the pack and lighter and proclaimed, “I don’t mind sharing with you.” Well, that was a surprise, I wasn’t expecting this level of confidence from her. She smiled and turned her head to the side, away from me. I could see some red color appearing on her pretty cheeks.
We ambled along for the rest of the journey just talking about anything and everything. She was essentially a stranger to me, so it was easy to ask questions and feed off her answers. I’m an extroverted introvert who loves to listen to others, so this was the perfect situation for me. I would often see the others turning round to look at us and gossip. I did not care and in response I would just nudge my walking partner and give a flirty hug or kiss in the cheek. I can definitely say that it was one of the most satisfying and enjoyable first meetings with someone that I had ever had.
When we arrived at D and Marzena’s flat, we all piled in and flopped down on the sofa and chairs. D came out of the kitchen with some snacks and a couple of bottles of Vodka! We all perked up and knew that the party wasn’t ending anytime soon. True to his word, Pierre’s assessment of Marzena was 100% accurate. She knew how to drink Vodka and she kicked my ass at it. After the fifth or sixth shot, I through my hands up and exclaimed that I was done, I couldn’t drink anymore without taking a break outside for some air. So I exited the room and headed out the front door to let my body and brain take a breather. I was sitting on the bench outside the flat just thinking about how amazing this night had been. It could not of gone any better; catching up with friends, meeting someone new, and having an incredible time. I started staring off into space and thinking about Marzena. She really was very pretty and so much fun to be around. I imagined a scenario where we were kissing and an unconscious smile crept across my face.
It was at that exact moment that the front door silently opened and through it, walked the very girl I had been thinking about. The moon was shining in the clear sky that night and it’s silvery light appeared to glisten off of her blue eyes and golden hair. She looked beautiful. “Hello, I’ve seen that smile before.” She said. “What are you thinking about?” I kept the smile on my face and didn’t bother lying. I let her know about the amazing night I had had, and that I was just taking a breather. Then I took a chance. “I bet I know what you are thinking about”, I said.
She sat down next to me and consciously laid her head on my shoulder. “Oh, I don’t think you could guess that.” She said. I was bolstered by the physical contact between us and I said, “You are thinking and hoping that I am going to kiss you. Am I right?” Her slender body stiffened and shook a little. I assumed that I was correct. She laid her hand on my arm and stroked up and down before resting hers on mine. She laced her fingers in between mine and then stood up. She took a couple of short steps so that she was standing directly in front of me, our hands stretched out between us in a physical bond between two emotionally connected people.
My thoughts were of one thing and one thing only… kissing this girl. I pulled my arms slightly towards me. This movement brought Marzena closer to me and I continued until she had to let go of my hands and wrap them around my neck to support herself. As her exposed arms found their way over my shoulders and around me, i lifted my head and brought my lips to hers and we kissed. The strong taste of Vodka hit me first of all, but it was also tinged with something sweet. Being this close to her I could smell her perfume, light, airy and fresh. It made my head swim even more than it already was. As we began kiss more passionately I could feel Marzena shift her weight from one foot to the other. Knowing that bending down to kiss me was obviously making her legs and back ache I slowly slid my hands down from her waist to her hips and eased them forwards so that she would have to straddle me on the bench. She broke the kiss, grinned mischievously at me and gave way to her sore legs. Sitting on my lap was a pretty, blonde Polish girl. Arms wrapped around me, kissing me hard. My erection was immediate and very obvious. As my hard cock began rubbing against her she wiggled her ass and raised an eyebrow to me.
“Mmm, someones excited” she said.
My cheeks flushed and I stammered at first. I was not expecting this shy petite girl to be so forwards sexually. Marzena giggled at me and kissed me again. My hands wrapped around the small of her back and I began to move them upwards. Her skin was silky smooth and warm to the touch. My fingers glided underneath the top she was wearing and I gently scratched them back down her back. She shivered and looked me straight in the eye.
She whispered, “I want to go to my room, with you.”
I smiled and stood up, rocking just a little as I lifted her as well. Marzena was petite enough that carrying her was easy enough. Her legs wrapped around me and we quietly went back inside and into her room. We could hear the other people laughing and talking. The music was playing just loud enough that they did not hear us come in.
Closing her door I walked over to the bed and laid her down. Walking backwards I locked the bedroom door and then began taking my shirt off as I came back to the bed. Marzena sat crossed legged on the edge and began to kiss my stomach while her hands found my belt buckle. She undid it with ease, unzipped my pants and dropped them to the floor. Her hands gripped my erection through my underwear and she began stroking. Just a few seconds later my underwear was around my ankles and she sat staring at the cock in front of her. I took the opportunity to release my ankles from their clothing restraints (my pants and underwear). Her bright blue eyes stared up into mine, she opened her mouth and swallowed half my cock. She slid up and down my shaft with a handless blowjob all the while never breaking eye contact.
Within a couple of minutes my cock was drenched with spit from Marzena’s mouth. She gave an amazingly sloppy blowjob.
I reached out and took her arms, lifting her up to her feet. I lifted up her arms and peeled off her top that she was wearing. As her hair fell down I admired her body. She was very petite. Small perky B cup breasts with small, pale areoles. I sat her down on the side of the bed and knelt in-front of her. I sucked on her nipples and heard her sigh and moan lightly. Pushing her shoulders back she fell onto the bed and giggled playfully. My hands gripped her skirt and panties and I pulled them down her legs and tossed them across the room. Standing up I spread her legs and pushed her knees so they were touching her chest. Her pussy was pink, wet, tight and shaved perfectly. I couldn’t take it anymore. My cock was so hard and it needed to be deep inside her. Lining up the head of my cock with her pussy, I drove myself all the way into her, all the way to base of my shaft.
Marzena gasped and almost screamed in pleasure. She was unbelievably tight. I leaned forward and kissed her. I began thrusting hard in and out. Marzena’s face was a picture of lust and pleasure. She was getting louder and louder and I had to shush her several times incase the others heard. I fucked her like this for about 10 mins before I was ready to cum.
“Are you on birth control?” I asked
“… Um, no but I still want you to cum in me.” She replied.
Fuck, I was too drunk and horny to pull out, but I didn’t want to get this girl pregnant. “Fuck it.” I thought, we can deal with this tomorrow morning.
My lust overtook my brain and I slammed harder into the tightest pussy I have fucked. I almost roared in climax and unloaded my seed right into her pussy, filling her up with hot cum.
Marzena’s toes curled, her back arched, hands gripping the bed sheets while she climaxed at the same time.
I rolled onto the bed next to Marzena and took her hand into mine. We both fell asleep, completely naked with cum leaking out of her pussy.
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