I managed to get to get a same day lay with a French girl on Thursday and it was unexpected. A lot of guys won’t follow their gut instinct and say a few words, not realising anything can happen. I walked into Costa Coffee near my workplace around 4:30 in the afternoon on Thursday, work was over for the week and I was looking forward to a relaxed evening and nice long Easter weekend. I see this petite brunette in front of me in the queue with what seems like ants in her pants. She’s eyeing the cakes and desserts and has a finger on her lip as she contemplates what to have. I’ve had a good look and decided I’m not going to let this girl slide.
‘Ah it’s a very difficult choice, they all look tasty’
‘Haha I know, I can’t decide, I want something sweet to go with my coffee…what would you choose?’
‘Wait a minute Gerard Depardieu, you’re new in town right? You can’t be holding up this queue like that, that’s what you want’
‘Noooo, I can’t believe you called me that, I don’t sound like him at all! I’ll choose your recommendation though’
<she asks for the cake>
‘Yes I only arrived this week but sadly I’m leaving tomorrow’
That second part and the way she looked at me, I had already mentally started thanking the gods for the stars aligning.
I decided to take the initiative and told her that she’s going to tell me why she’s invaded my town over her coffee and cake to which she agreed and I led her over to a table nearby. She was small, cute and feminine and at least an 8. I vibed with her a bit, teasing her with 3 stereotypes about that French women that my mother had warned me about and then getting a little background on what she was in town for, and why.
She works for a major European bank and was paid to work in London for a week, she’d just turned 25 and it was the first time she’d worked away from home. Despite her very strong French accent she was actually half Spanish and lived in Barcelona. She told me she regretted having spent a whole week in London and not actually gone out and seen the town. Invitation after invitation for me to lead and I did exactly that, her work had got her a hotel nearby which made it great for logistics. I could see a lay was definitely on. After about 10 minutes I stood up and told her to put her coat on. She seemed a little surprised but the big grin on her face showed she was ready for a little adventure.
Bars and Pubs on the last day of the week in the financial centre of London are packed from 5pm onwards, luckily it being the long weekend coming up the bars were not as full. I bounced her to a Cuban bar nearby where I knew the staff, one of the guys shouted my name as he saw me walk in. Thanks mate for the value.
The place was not busy and I was able to grab a couch where we could sit side by side. We had deep rapport about her childhood and family and mine with me dropping in a few spikes, I had already dropped 2 of Jimmy’s escalation and she was already mine, I kissed her after the second one and she just seemed to be constantly qualifying herself. I decided to switch the venue, and run some comfort, the attraction was there, I walked her in the direction of her hotel. She didn’t ask where we were going, she was excited, smiling and singing some French song. Fuck, women are crazy.
‘Oh that’s where I’m staying, they have a nice bar in the hotel’
‘Yeah, that’s where we are going, come on’
A lovely bar it was, there was an little enclosed area in the corner where we sat together sipping our drinks, her leg over mine, her arm around my neck. We sat enjoying the silence, we knew what was going to happen, her being a lady though she wanted me to lead. I told her to show me her room, she finished off her drink and off we walked out the bar over to the elevators. Outside her door, she warned me not to laugh as her room was very messy, I just looked disinterested and when I walked in. Damn, reminded me of the majority of the girls places I’d seen over the year, clothes all over the place, shit lying everywhere.
‘My company booked me one of the better rooms, it’s nice don’t you think’. I didn’t have a chance to reply before she’d jumped on me. I threw her onto the bed and followed, kissing her as I slid my fingers down her skirt and panties and into her pussy, she was wet already. The sex was great, one of the best fucks I’ve had, she had a great body, lovely olive skin, petite pert tits and anal, it’s always a pleasure. Fuck, the other French girls I’ve had sex with have not thought twice about me spreading their ass cheeks like Moses and the Red Sea than plugging their ass with my cock. Must be something in their water.
After all was done I lay there scratching her head like she was a little cat and she lay her head on my chest. Damn, that was simple, I love European chicks. Tourists are such an easy target in London.
She was leaving the next day, she walked over and made her cup of coffee, as she wiggled her ass left to right, I dropped Jimmy’s 3rd step of escalation, just for a laugh. Same response, it always is. She’s going to be working a week a month in time and I’ll see her the next time she’s back.