Bob had a love-and-hate thing going with Warsaw.
He loved the hard-working stoicism of the people who had endured so much pain and suffering throughout the ages and always came back stronger. He had a lot of time for the Polish people.
He hated the sterility of their capital city. He knew that the Germans had virtually razed the place to the ground in the Second World War. They had done such an effective job that hardly a wall or brick-on-brick stood in the city's centre. The Nazis had saved the Soviets the cost of ground clearance; such was the scale of destruction.
Unfortunately, the Soviets rebuilt central Warsaw with so little soul; it was an abiding monument to all that was terrible in the Soviet architectural legacy, full of self-importance, grandiosity, ugliness and architectural pomposity.
Bob stood at the window of his rented apartment and looked at the horror of the Taras Widokowy Palace of Culture & Science. He could see virtually the entire building from his window, and although it was a splendid sight, he couldn't help but think that it would be much better without the brick atrocity that took up most of the view.
He awaited Mona's arrival, the girl he had corresponded with over the past few days. She had contacted him after seeing his profile on a well-known sugar daddy site. He had liked her directness, and she wasn't too hard on the eye either. She was a brainbox, too. Such is the term used to describe a person with an IQ that is through the roof, and hers was possibly the highest in Poland. She had related this to Bob matter-of-factly, without hinting of arrogance or conceit.
She was a university graduate studying for her doctorate. Her subject was Sinology, which Bob had to admit with a modicum of shame that he initially thought had something medical to do with the sinuses. He felt so foolish when she told him that it was the study of Chinese culture and language. She was fluent in both Mandarin and Cantonese—a clever girl.
And Bob was meeting her not for her brains but to fuck her brains out. He liked young, intelligent women. They invariably were better in bed. He didn't know why that was. But in his experience, the higher the IQ and the better the fuck. So Mona should be a real winner, and, he hoped, she would fuck his brains out as well.
The intercom buzzer to the apartment block entrance buzzed noisily. Mona was here almost exactly on time. Bob pushed the door release button and waited for her to approach his sixth-floor flat. Five minutes later, there was a tap at the door. He looked through the door viewer. Yes, it was Mona, and she looked every bit as good as in her profile page photos. He quickly unlocked and opened the door and let her in.
It was hot July, and Mona was dressed casually in a sleeveless top and shorts. She was tall and slim with a pleasant face, which stopped short of being called beautiful. She had full breasts for such a slender frame. Bob couldn't wait to get her naked, but he refrained from diving straight in. He had agreed the $150 she wanted but insisted that she stay with him for a minimum of two hours so that he would be able to fuck her at least twice and have enough recovery time between rounds for chatting and cuddling. So there was no need to rush. He wanted to savour every minute with this girl who would, in normal circumstances, be way out of his league.
Bob brought her a cold drink from the kitchen, and they sat on the sofa near the open window with the view that Bob had been admiring earlier. Mona was similarly impressed. The place was so close to the city centre, and Mona expressed surprise when he told her how reasonable the rent was for his week-long stay. It was a bargain, but the place was full of the permanent resident's clutter, with books piled everywhere.
After about ten minutes of small talk in which Mona told him she would be going to China in a few weeks to study for a year, Bob thought it was time to make his move. He bid her to sit a little closer to him on the sofa. He put an arm around her shoulder, drew her towards him, and kissed her. Bob placed his hand on her breast and squeezed gently.
'Let's go to the bedroom.' he said.
Once in the bedroom cluttered with piles of books and other stuff, Mona removed her top to reveal a nice set of breasts. Then, after another kissing and tit-squeezing interlude, he asked her to remove her shorts and knickers, which she did, revealing a nice, plump ass. He made a mental note to remember to fuck her in doggy style.
Mona lay on the bed, and Bob gently opened her legs to reveal a fully shaved pussy which looked to Bob just perfect for a bit of tongue action. It smelt clean, with a touch of feminine muskiness to spur him on. He stuck his tongue as deep into her cunt as it would go and worked it around a little before withdrawing it and concentrating on her clitoris. Mona soon joined the pussy party with her fingers massaging her clit for a little while before sinking her fingers into her moist pussy. Bob had a front-row seat for this little show Mona was putting on for him. He watched in fascination as Mona frigged herself just inches away from his face. Bob could smell the not-unpleasant smell of her vaginal juices. He stuck his tongue into her cunt and enjoyed the honey-sweet taste of her cunt juices.
