After graduating from college, I spent the summer traveling around Europe, meeting up with friends in various cities who were doing the same. I made an impromptu decision to meet up with some friends in Hungary after they sent me a last minute invite. I flew into Budapest from Berlin the day after I got their message.
I took a ride-share to their Airbnb, and after dropping my stuff, we left to do some day-drinking and exploring. After a long day, we returned to their spot where I’d be sleeping on the couch since I didn’t actually book the room with them, (and wasn’t paying). My friend’s brother told us about these “Ruin Bars” which are basically these massive dilapidated pre-war buildings that had been repurposed into bars and clubs. We all agreed it sounded like a good time.
We pre-gamed a bit, then left the Airbnb and headed to the ruin bar with the best online reviews. Once we got there, we knew we had made a good call. This place was AMAZING. It was massive, a sprawling space that had multiple levels and various different sized rooms, all playing different music and with different vibes. There was one dance room with a stripper pole playing pop music, then a massive main dance floor with more of a hip-hop vibe, plus a bunch of smaller rooms with no music, where people were just hanging and chatting.
We hit the least crowded bar in the building and got a round of shots and drinks before hitting the dance floor. We danced around all night as we slowly got more and more intoxicated. I was probably 4 or 5 drinks in when I saw her.
She was perfect. Immediately I knew she was a dancer of some sort, the way she moved her body was refined. Once I saw her gyrating, I was in a trance, I stopped noticing anyone else. She was average height, but there was nothing average about her curves. She had a flannel tied around her wide hips, her full ass was too perfect; dream-like. She was tan, and her brown hair flipped in front of her cute youthful smile as she spun to the beat of the music. We “locked eyes”’ (lol, it was very much like the corny music video you might be imagining) and I approached her. Without any words exchanged, we started dancing across from each other, innocently. She was fun. After a song or two, our bodies gravitated closer, and eventually we were interlocked. Her large breasts pressed against my chest as we moved together as one, her leading me, of course. (I can dance, but I couldn’t move like her.)
She pulled me to the bar and bought me a drink. “This is a first…” I thought to myself. She asked me where I was from, and I told her I was from the states. She smiled and pointed up, “American Boy!” *American Boy* by Estelle was playing, I hadn’t noticed, too entranced by this beautiful stranger. She handed me my drink and then pulled me back onto the dance floor. After a few more songs/drinks, my confidence had grown. I turned her around and began to grind on her. She was into it, grinding her ass back into me, like a professional. At this point it was almost painful how hard my dick was. I was too drunk to think about the fact that I was pushing my full erection against her. After a moment, she stopped. She reached back without looking, and touched my cock. Then grabbed it at the base. With a few quick grabs, she worked her way to the end of my cock that was tucked sideways in my jeans. She reached the end, then removed her hand and turned around and looked up at me. Her eyes said, “Seriously?” as though she wanted some sort of confirmation. I nodded. Whatever she was asking, my answer was yes.
Now facing me, she reached forward again and grabbed. Her eyes were wide. She pulled me to a nook in the corner of the room and we started making out as I grinded my cock against her crotch. It was aggressive to say the least. At the time it was the closest I’d come to having sex with someone in public, and we were fully clothed.
She pulled me into the women’s bathroom, found an empty stall at the end of the row, and pulled me inside. She shut the door and without hesitation, knelt down and undid my belt. She pulled my pants down to my ankles, and then my underwear. She smiled wide and said something in Hungarian as my cock sprung to life. She grabbed it by the base, cock and balls, and put her mouth around my cock head, which lurched as her wet mouth made contact. She sucked my cock head and I couldn’t help but moan, hoping the other occupants of the bathroom were as drunk as I was, and wouldn’t mind.
Slowly she worked her wet mouth down the length of my cock. She didn’t manage to go balls deep, but at that point in my life, only one girl had ever managed to. Rapidly she worked my cock with her mouth for only a quick moment, thirty seconds or so, before, standing up. “Let’s go?”
I was confused. Had I done something wrong? I would have loved for the blowjob to continue, but hey, a quick suck is better than nothing. I followed her out to the dance floor, and to my surprise, she beelined for the exit. Then I understood. She wanted to leave the club. I tried not to lose her as she snaked through the crowd, but I had my head on a swivel, hoping to see one of my friends so I could let them know I was leaving. No such luck.
The light of dawn surprised me as we exited out onto the Budapest street. Apparently I’d lost track of time. “Your hotel?” she asked? I cursed as I explained that I was staying on the couch of some friends. She explained to me that she too was staying with friends, as she was visiting Budapest, she was from another city in Hungary. Determined to make this happen, we walked through the streets bopping into hotel lobby after hotel lobby, each spot rejecting us as check in did not begin for several hours. Finally we found an “easyHotel”, same brand as “easyJet”, and for the Hungarian Forint equivalent of $60 USD, they gave us a room.
As soon as we got to our room, she started undressing. I watched as her big, perfectly round breasts fell out of the tight Adidas t-shirt that had been supporting them. She shimmied out of her tight pants, and slowly pulled down her grey panties, revealing her plump tan pussy, her slit highlighted by a manicured landing strip of short brown hair. She looked up at me staring at her, and gestured for me to undress as she had.
I pulled off my t-shirt, and then unbuckled my belt, letting my pants drop to the floor. She hurriedly knelt down in front of me and grabbed hold of the elastic waistband of my boxer-briefs. She kissed my bulge, which caused my cock to lurch to life. She giggled, then grabbed my shaft and felt her way down to the tip, examining my length with her hand as she had in the club. Without hesitation she pulled down my underwear. My now rock-hard cock flung out and smacked her cheek. She couldn’t hold back a laugh, and neither could I; it was a moment of levity that punctuated the quickly elevating sexual passion in the room.
She got up and rifled through her bag, then pulled out her phone. She knelt down in front of me and grabbed my cock, laying it across her face. She opened snapchat and took a selfie of her face covered in cock. I watched as she typed a caption (no idea what it said, but she ended it with an American flag emoji), and then sent it to three contacts.
She stood up, then laid down on the bed. Her ass was PERFECT. Holy shit. Her voluptuous ass cheeks framing her beautiful bronze cunt, it’s an image that is now burned into my brain forever. Lying on the bed, she gyrated her hips as she had on the dance floor. The morning light fell onto her irresistible ass, I was hypnotized as her pussy danced around the edge of the bed, housed by the most wonderful cheeks I had ever seen. My cock was pulsing. Suddenly, the dancing stopped. She arched her back, and looked back at me with a mysterious expression. I couldn’t wait any longer.
I pressed my cock head against her pink wet pussy, and slowly pushed my length into her. I gave each inch about 2 seconds of time, so after a brief but wondrous 15 seconds, I was balls deep in this Hungarian stranger. She let out a yelp of joy as my cock head tickled her cervix.
Slowly, I pulled up and out, letting her feel my length against her upper wall. She moaned and mumbled something in what I assume was Hungarian as the ridge of my dick head dragged against her tight cunt. I shoved myself back into her with force. She gasped. Then again, I slowly pulled out and up, before slamming back into her with all my might. I repeated this process, slow pull, fast thrust, slow pull, fast thrust. Her pussy was dripping wet at this point.
I began to fuck her with some consistent speed. She felt AMAZING, tight enough that I could feel all her walls, but not so tight that I had to be careful or slow. We got into a steady rhythm, she worked her hips back into me as I slammed into her. Her ass and my dick were in perfect unison as I slid in and out of her wetness. I could feel myself growing harder inside of her, and she could too I assume, as her moans grew markedly louder.
To this day I don’t know what this was about, but she got up and pulled me over to the window, opened it, and leaned her head out, before looking back and giving me a “keep going” look. I resumed fucking her from behind, and her moans resumed as well, echoing around the cobblestone courtyard outside our cheap hotel room. I couldn’t see out the window, but after a minute or so of fucking, I hear someone on the sidewalk yell something. Without stopping, the girl I was pounding waved and yelled back. “He said it sounds fun!” she said with a laugh. I leaned forward to peer out the window, and saw that there was a guy and two girls looking up at us with smiles on their faces. I waved, and they waved back laughing. He yelled something again, and she translated for me “He says why are you stopping?” We both laughed and I continued fucking her. I won’t lie, it was a strange moment, but I wasn’t in a position to question it.
After fucking her in the window for a bit longer (and after a few more untranslated exchanges between the girl and the onlookers below), we moved back to the bed. She laid on her back and spread her legs wide. Her smile was so adorable, it made me a bit sad that I would likely never see her again, but I tried not to let my emotional sensitivity distract me. She held my cock as I approached her, and guided my rock hard erection into her welcoming pink pussy. I pushed deep into her. “Feels so good.” she said, eyes closed. She bit her lip as I nudge fucked her. I grabbed both of her boobs, letting them fill my hands, her hard nipples falling into the space between my fingers.
I filled her pussy over and over, getting closer and closer to finishing. She grabbed my ass and looked me deep in the eyes, “harder.” I obliged, fucking her as hard as I could. Moments later I knew I couldn’t hold out any longer, I pulled out and felt my cock pulse as I exploded glob after glob of cum all over her tits and stomach. She smiled that beautiful smile and laughed. Wow. I took a moment to appreciate my luck. I almost went to Paris instead. Thank god I chose the cheaper destination.
I pulled out of her and took a deep breath. The morning light cast a beautiful blue hue over her impeccable curves, and I marveled at the visual beauty of this moment. Objectively, it was probably the most aesthetically pleasing fuck I have ever had.
She got up and went to the bathroom to wipe herself down. Then she returned to bed, where we cuddled and fell asleep. For two strangers, the nap was incredibly intimate. I felt I had known her in a previous life or something. I tried not to let my feelings get the best of me, but it was tough. After we both woke from our nap, she rolled over to face away from me, and reached back, gently holding my soft cock. She fondled it delicately, and I felt myself grow in her hand. Quickly I was hard again. She pressed her ass against me and I pushed my cock down, letting my head slip into her entrance. She let out a sigh of pleasure as I slowly pushed into her once again. I sat, erect, inside her, and we cuddled more, not moving, just feeling each other fully. Slowly, she began to gyrate on my dick, working it in and out of her by masterfully twisting her hips. I closed my eyes, lost in pleasure.
We repeated this cycle of fucking and then napping through the morning until mid-afternoon. A buzz from her phone woke us from our final nap. She cursed in Hungarian, then hurriedly got up and began to get dressed. I watched as she struggled to fit her ass into her tight pants, and smiled as she squeezed her perfect boobs into her tight t-shirt.
In adorably basic english, she apologized as she rushed to gather her things. “I have to go, I’m sorry! My friend has a recital and I am going to be late. Really I am sorry to go!” I assured her that it was ok, though I’m sure she could tell I was a bit sad. She walked over to me and held my face in her hands before speaking to me “That was wonderful. Thank you so much. I’m glad I met you.” She kissed my forehead. “Have fun with your travels.” She walked to the door and opened it, but stopped, and pulled out her phone. She returned to the bed and showed me her snapchat. “Take a picture so maybe we can stay in touch?”
Her request warmed my heart. It was a one night stand, but I did feel like we had a genuine connection. I reached for my pants on the floor, and pulled my phone out of the pocket. I snapped a picture of her snapchat username and thanked her. She smiled and gave me another forehead kiss, before heading out. The door closed behind her and I felt a lot of different things. Happy, satisfied, glowing a little, but also sad, knowing that I would likely never see her again. I set an alarm for an hour so that I wouldn’t miss the museum reservation that my friends had made, then drifted off to sleep, hoping to see her again in my dreams.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/eyd20n/beautiful_stranger_a_budapest_experience_mf
You and i remember Budapest very diffidently.
That was pretty magical for a hook-up.. did you stay in touch at all??