The line-up to the LOT counter was huge. Took exactly an hour to get thru.
At the duty free, a chick I've known working there for years (Italian, late 20's, hot), directed me to score some Vera Wang perfume for my G/F, and some other "stuff" as gifts, for her mother & son.
I picked up a liter of 8 y.o. Baccardi.
Flight push-off was at 10:27 p.m. (not bad!).
Plane was packed, with lots of students on board.
Had a older lady beside me.
Dinner, was so-so only, roast chicken. The women next to me eyed my unused "pat" of butter like Pavlov's dog; so I gave it to her (like she really needed it).
Went to sleep at 1:00, and actually slept thru to 4:50 although the seating was v. cramped.
Touch down at 12:20 p.m. (local). One hour to get thru Customs & retrieve my bags. In the terminal an old man approached as a taxi driver wanting 80 PLN. I knocked him down to 70 and we were outta there. His wheels were a Merc, classic. An easy drive into the Stare Miasto (Old Town) sector followed. Got him to call the rental joint for exact directions. Unloaded and dragged my cases for a block along "Nowy Swiat" which was a closed pedestrian street. Found the place, paid the balance on AMEX, grabbed the keys and split. The actual apartment was just around the corner, M18, which cost 130 Euros per night.
Exactly as per ads. Other than no elevator to get up to the 3rd floor, perfect: clean, modern and well equipped (other than a not TOO large idiot box).
Started to unpack, but instead decided to call the pre-arranged date with a certain Carla.
Phone wouldn't connect, so called the office. The were pleased to advise that I needed a phone card and were more than happy to sell me one for 25 or 50 Zl. I ran back down and picked up the former (a mistake, later).
Got a hold of her on the 2nd try, and she just happened to be around the corner shopping.
P.S. the street I faced was Warsaw's equivalent of Rodeo Drive.
10 minutes later, after my quick shower, the buzzer activated and I rang her up.
What a fuckin' fox! 5'-11", dressed to the 9's, a fine loooking bitch. We started necking right in the doorway (Note: had sent a half dozen e-mails back-and-forth prior). Moved to the living room where while standing, she unzipped the weapon, and proceeded to slowly eliminate 9 hours of flight-induced stress. I had a full load waiting and was not prepared to release too quick. But, she wanted to take a quick shower first. On emerging, I carried her to the bedroom, and decided to just reciprocate orally. A pussy patch shaped like a heart, awaited me. She must've just perfumed it in the can, as it was very fragrant down there, and sweet. Within seconds her clit emerged and it was game on! The bitch was in heat, but then, so was the bastard. Let her honey pot blow a few fuses (2), before rolling over to allow her on top. But I did wanna play with those titties. Fine, perky and firm. She was soaked so the core, so entry was immediate. The one thing about fucking women this tall (I'm 6'-3") is that they can be a PERFECT fit, as she was. Easy to hold on to. Easy to neck with, while pounding from below. As a result she ramped up the pace, and I just decided not to hold back, and unloaded huge. I let her fire up a smoke after, we chatted, and made plans for a repeat. Damage was 300 PLN, no taxi fare requested, nor offered.
Photo: Carla - Odloty.pl 01
Got dressed,and went out for a stroll. Another Kantor offered the same shitty rate as at the airport (1.80 = $ 1 USD). On the return leg, picked up juice, water, and mixer for the rum.
Had a few cocktails to celebrate my return to the place, and then made a few more calls. Got thru to Aneta (another LD e-mail contact), and we made plans for Thursday.
Left for dinner at 9:00, which was at Cafe Corleone. Smoked salmon salad, and a meat lasagna, with a 0.5 l. Pilsner Uruquel (57, + 8 tip). A few babes around, as this is the main drag. Took a cab to the Marriott. Only 1 pro available, and she got snatched up quick. The main hooker street = DEAD!. The taxi stand area = DEAD! Passed on Kikomo's and decided to crash as it was 1:15 a.m.
Concluded that Warsaw (Poland in fact) has become just too expensive for what it offered.
Dr. J.
Carla called herself Sara 2 years ago.