Just after my daughter Helen went to university, I went on a week-long business trip to Romania and stayed at a posh boutique hotel on Strada Franceza in Bucharest's old town. As usual, I ensured I flew out early the previous Friday to spend the weekend sightseeing.
On Friday evening, after I had checked into my hotel, I was sitting at the bar bored and nursing a beer when a pretty young girl arrived and ordered a drink. She had short dark hair with blue eyes and was very slim with small perfect boobs. She wore a short black dress that barely covered her bum and tall spike heels. When her drink arrived, she sat at the bar near me, facing into the dimly lit room, clearly waiting for someone.
I wondered who the lucky bloke was as she was dressed to kill.
The girl was still there when I finished my beer, but she looked annoyed and kept checking the time.
When she saw me looking at me, she turned to face me and scanned me up and down. "You're not Gabriel, are you?" She said. "You look nothing like your photo."
I laughed. "No, I'm not," I said. The beer had made me bold, so I continued, "But I could be if you want me to."
The pretty girl laughed. "Sure, why not," she said. "You're better looking than his photo anyway."
She grinned and extended her hand. "Pleased to finally meet you, Gabriel." She grinned. "You're late."
I decided to play along. "Very sorry. Traffic, you know." I paused and shook my head. "I don't know your name?"
"Racula," the girl said. "And I'm hungry." She laughed. "If that's okay. I know you're not my date, so you really don't have to, and I'll pay for myself."
She was gorgeous, so I had no hesitation.
"I'm glad your date stood you up," I said. "I'd love to buy you dinner."
Racula looked me up and down once more. Her gaze lingered on my crotch. Finally, she smiled.
"Sure, why not," she said.
It was chilly, so we got an inside table overlooking the cobbled pedestrian street at a friendly, informal Italian restaurant nearby.
"Good choice," she said after we sat down. "I come here quite often."
I was surprised. Racula looked very young. Far too young to frequent such an expensive place. She noticed my bewilderment and laughed.
"I couldn't afford it myself. I come here sometimes with my family. My sister is also at university here."
A waiter came and took our drinks order. After that, we lingered over dinner, chatting.
Racula was eighteen, a cheerful, charming girl in her first year at university. Her parents were obviously wealthy, and I never discovered what they did. Racula was very tight-lipped about them.
I quickly discovered she was academically brilliant when we touched on her university studies.
"I've got exams in a couple of months, so I really should be studying," Racula said. She shrugged. "Anyway, I know most of this stuff already. First-year astro is pretty straightforward."
"Astro?" I asked.
"Oops, astrophysics. I'm doing Astronomy and Astrophysics," she replied. "Pretty nerdy, I suppose."
Pretty straightforward? That was not my recollection. I had struggled with first-year physics.
Over dessert, the conversation became more intimate. By this time, Racula was quite giggly after the wine. Our conversation returned to our initial meeting after the dishes were cleared.
"I'm glad your original date didn't appear," I said.
Racula smiled. "Yeah, I'm very pleased he didn't show, but he wasn't really a date," she said. She paused for a moment. "We were just meeting for sex. I found him on an adult contact site."
I was instantly wary. "You're not a hooker, are you?" I asked.
She laughed. "No, of course not," she said. "I just meet men for fun because I love sex."
"Why is a girl as young and lovely as you using contact sites?" I asked. "I can't imagine you have any difficulty finding boyfriends."
She laughed. "I don't," she replied. "But that's the problem; they are boys. The site lets me fuck men, and after Puzo, that's all I want."
"Puzo?" I inquired.
Racula shrugged. "Just an old man I met," she said. "He was my first; very gentle when he took my virginity, but then he pounded me hard. He was fantastic."
She sounded dismissive, but the last few words had a wistful tone that made me suspect she cared more than she admitted.
She glanced down at my crotch and my now obvious erection. She smiled. "Maybe you can fully replace Gabriel." She paused for a moment. "Yes, let's do it. Take me back to your hotel room and fuck me."
I needed no persuading.
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When we reached my hotel room, the moment the door closed, Racula was in my arms. She pressed her slim, nubile body against me and kissed me passionately.
I slowly moved towards the bed as we kissed. As we approached the bed, I slipped the little black dress off Racula's shoulders, tugging at it to pull it down. It bunched around her narrow waist so her tiny naked boobs were pressed against my shirt.
I pushed her backwards so the edge of the bed caught her knees, and she sat down. She sat there giggling and watched me undress myself. She lifted her bum and pulled the black dress down past her hips so it slid to lie in a puddle on the floor.
Racula was naked except for skimpy black panties, barely more than a thong. I admired her slim teenage body for a moment as I pulled off my underpants.
Racula lustfully scanned my body, her gaze stopping at my enormous erection. Her tongue poked out and ran around her lips.
"Oh goody," she said. "I thought you looked pretty big earlier. I love giant dicks."
She lifted her pert arse once more and took off her black panties. She spread her knees to display her pussy. A neat, whispy triangle of dark hair was above her shaved lips.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked.
I've always liked young women with small tits. I nodded my head.
"You look wonderful. I love your tiny boobs," I said. "Now lie down. I want to play with your pretty pussy."
Racula lay back on the bed, with her bum overlapping the edge. She hooked an elbow behind each knee and drew her legs back as far as they would go, with her knees on either side of her body, displaying the neat triangle of hair and her glistening slit.
It was the perfect position to allow my tongue and fingers access. I grinned. This nubile, innocent-looking girl was no inexperienced innocent and had clearly done this before.
I knelt on the floor next to the bed. My hands reached forward and gently caressed Racula's slender thighs, slowly moving towards the target between them. My tongue probed her labia, pushing gently between her lips. I found her clitoris, and my tongue slowly circled it.
My roving hands caressed her bum, and then a forefinger sought out the opening below my probing tongue. The finger slid inside her tight grotto, already wet with her juices. The finger hooked and moved around inside, hunting her G spot.
Racule sighed. "Ooh, I love it when men pay proper attention to me like this," she said.
Soon two fingers were working their magic inside her tight pussy as my tongue continued its intimate attention to her clitoris. Racula was moaning loudly now. "Oh yes," she gasped, "keep ... going."
My two fingers redoubled their efforts, moving quickly in and out. Racula's moans built to a crescendo, and her vagina clamped rhythmically around my fingers, now soaked from her flowing juices.
She moaned softly until her climax subsided. "I'm so glad Gabriel didn't show now," she said softly. "Only Puzo has ever made me feel like that before."
Puzo again, and again that wistful tone.
Racula looked at my mammoth hard-on and grinned. "Get up here so I can suck you," she said. "You deserve a proper blowjob after that."
I climbed onto the bed and propped myself up against the headboard. Racula knelt between my knees. She pulled back my foreskin, then her tongue expertly explored the contours of my dick. She's done this before, as well.
She looked up at me with her brilliant blue eyes as she lowered her head, taking my enormous weapon into her mouth. I savoured the sensations of this lovely teenager sucking just the tip of my dick and her hand wanking my rigid shaft. She took her hand away and inhaled my entire length, keeping her lips pressed against my groin for what seemed ages. She then proceeded to give me a sloppy and noisy deep-throat blowjob, the best I'd ever had.
It wasn't long before I groaned. "Stop," I ordered, "or I'm going to come too soon."
Racula lifted her head, with spit running down her chin, and grinned. "We don't want that, do we?"
She straddled my body and crawled up towards my face. I kissed her passionately. I felt her hand on my raging member, then felt her body rub against my tip until it found her entrance.
As we kissed, she sat back, forcing my mammoth pole slowly into her wet cunt. My hips thrust gently, so my dick slowly pistoned in and out as we kissed.
Racula broke our kiss and sat back. She put her hands on my chest, resting her weight on them, and swayed her hips rhythmically, fucking my greasy pole. Her wide blue eyes were fixed on my face.
She had a look of lustful concentration as she rode me, expertly moving her hips so my dick was balls-deep every time. Her entire nubile body was flushed with arousal, and she soon started panting rhythmically, in time with her movements.
"Yes ... yes ... yes," she shrieked.
Her body stiffened and shuddered as she came, and her vagina clamped hard around my dick.
I shafted her slowly for a few moments, and then she collapsed forward onto my chest, breathing deeply from her exertions. I felt her hard nipples press into me. The top of her head didn't reach my chin, so she peered up at me, looking satisfied.
"That was incredible," she said. "Only one other man has made me feel that good."
My dick was still rigid and embedded deep inside her wet cunt as I stroked her, running my hands gently over her smooth skin, exploring her firm teenage flesh. When her breathing slowed, she sighed softly.
"Will you make me come again, please?" she asked. "I'd love you to take me from behind."
I laughed. I didn't need to be asked twice to fuck this beautiful, slim girl. "Whenever you're ready," I said.
Her body vibrated against me when she giggled. "Now is a good time," she said.
Racula lifted herself off me and turned around to briefly suck my enormous wet erection.
"I love your cock," she said. "It's huge."
She positioned herself on all fours and looked back over her shoulder at me. "Fuck me hard, please."
My dick slid balls-deep into her tight, wet minge, and I started to pound her pussy. My groin slammed into her arse cheeks with every thrust. I reached around her torso with one hand and teased her clit as my mammoth cock pistoned in and out.
"Yes," Racula panted, "wonderful."
Her moans were building in volume again, and soon, I was also near the edge. I pulled my hand away from her clit, and with both hands on Racula's hips, I rammed my cock repeatedly balls-deep into her wet pussy, pulling her back hard onto me.
Racula squealed, and she shuddered, her muscles pulsing against my cock as she came; I could hold out no longer.
"I'm coming," I gasped.
Racula looked back over her shoulder at me. "In my mouth," she ordered. "I love it when men do that."
I pulled out of her pussy, and Racula quickly turned to kneel in front of me. I thrust my cock, wet from her pussy, into her mouth. Racula put her hands on my arse and started to bob her head with her lips tight around my massive rod, her big blue eyes fixed on my face as she sucked me.
I let go and shot waves of hot cum into her mouth. So much that it oozed out past my cock and dribbled down her chin. When my cock stopped spurting cum into her mouth, Racula pulled back and opened her mouth wide, showing me the pool of my hot sticky cum in her mouth. Then she swallowed and grinned.
"I love doing that," she said with my cum dripping off her chin.
I laughed. "You really are a filthy little thing, aren't you?"
She slowly shook her head. "Compared to my sister, I suppose I am; she's a real prude. But I'm not really a slut; I just like sex," she said. "Almost all my dates have wanted to fuck my arse, but I've always been too scared."
She looked critically at my gigantic wet cock, which had sprung instantly erect again. She laughed.
"You want to fuck my arse as well, don't you?"
I glanced down at my traitorous dick. I couldn't deny it. "Obviously, but only if you want me to," I said. "I promise you'll enjoy it."
Racula looked thoughtful. "I think I do," she said. "I might be able to see Puzo again then." Racula paused. "Let me think about it, and I'll call you tomorrow."
I was disappointed. I wanted to fuck Racula's virgin arse then and there, but I restrained my lust. Tomorrow was soon enough. We took a leisurely shower together before Racula dressed to leave.
After a passionate kiss in the doorway to my hotel room, she promised to call me. I had heard that so many times before that I prepared myself for disappointment.
But Racula did call the following morning. We exchanged pleasantries briefly before she got to the point.
The words came out in a rush. "I've decided I want you to take my anal virginity," she said. After a moment, she continued. "Let's make a special occasion out of it. I know a lovely secluded beach. It's a couple of hours drive, but we can make a day of it."
My dick was hard in anticipation.
"That sounds fantastic," I said. "When? I'm here all week."
"How about tomorrow?" Racula said.
Tomorrow would be Sunday. Another twenty-four hours. I controlled my disappointment. "Perfect," I said.
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On Sunday morning, Racula met me in the lobby of my hotel at eight, as arranged. She wore a short purple dress that clung to her slim nubile body. Her nipples pressed visibly against the thin fabric of the dress.
The valet brought my rental around and loaded towels and a hamper. I caught a look of envy on his face as he glanced at Racula. We were soon underway, and the drive to the coast passed quickly as we chatted.
Finally, we turned onto a rough gravel track that wound through tall pines. After a kilometre or so, Racula pointed to a gravel pullover. "There," she said.
Racula took my hand and led me down a narrow path through the aromatic pines onto a bleached, sandy beach. I scanned the beach from left to right, drinking in the view. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, and it was utterly deserted. Perfect.
We picked a spot, and I laid out the towels and the picnic we brought from the hotel. Soon, we were set up for the day.