| (mods - it's not a FR, tons of theory about how to get a girl into going out to pick up chicks with you and fuck you in public. I do this with every girl I meet - ask them if they've ever been with a girl, open them up sexually, etc)
Continues from previous post:
After dropping Nadja my Russian dream girl back in her apartment I crashed into bed at 10:30 AM, only to be waken-up by a phone call from reception at 12:10. They reminded me that check-out time is noon so I asked them to extend my booking by another night but they were fully booked.
I never book hotels for more than two days because I hate making plans of any kind and despise commitments. This will be the 3rd time I’ll have to switch places.
I packed my stuff and went down to the lobby, fired my laptop, went on booking.com and found a room for the night. M, who is staying in Paphos for archeological excavation, is coming to Ayia Napa to meet me for a night. She spent half the day on buses and arrived to town only at 18:00.
We spent the night and following day together and I then dropped her in Larnaca so she could catch the bus back to Limasol and then Paphos. As soon as her bus left the station I took out my phone and booked a room back in Ayia Napa. By 23:00 I was out again, hunting.
I didn’t make plans to meet Nadja that night as I wasn’t sure I’d be back in town. We planned to go to the beach together the next day so I texted her a few hours earlier about it but she didn’t reply. Around 03:00 AM I found myself in Soho again. I met a girl there, we danced, kissed, and then I pulled her out of the club. We talked some more but she then left home with her friends.
I went back inside and did another round. Suddenly I saw Nadja standing at the bar. I went over to her knowing that she probably saw me with the other girl so I started by attacking:
- “I wrote you! Why didn’t you text me back?”
- “I saw you with a girl”
- “We were just dancing… why didn’t you answer me, I wanted to meet you tonight.”
- “You kissed”
- “No no, we only danced”
Nadja’s English is seriously limited so she couldn’t argue with me even if she wanted to. A few minutes later the other girl was forgotten and within an hour we went back to my place.
The following day, over lunch, we got to know each other better. We used Google Translate for much of the communication. I treated it as any other date and started telling her about my last 1.5 years of traveling and adventures. I explained her that my travels are not a prolonged vacation but rather a lifestyle and is part of a complex philosophy: most people know that they should live every day as if it was their last but they don’t act on it. I do.
She was particularly interested in my sex life and asked if I’m there in Ayia Napa only looking for girls. I was totally honest with her: I’m traveling alone now, it’s the end of the summer, and I’m trying to enjoy myself as much as I can. Yes, girls and sex are a big part of it. Why wouldn’t they be?
The more I told her about my adventures the more intrigued she became. I asked her if she ever done a threesome. She said that no, but that once, when she was a teenager, she’s been with two other girls together. Bingo.
I told her of my London threesome adventure and my method of pulling it off, which is basically just to approach girls in the street and flat out offer it to them. (London threesome post coming soon) She started laughing and told me again, for the 10th time, that I was totally crazy.
- “Would you like to try it with me?”
- “Go in street, you and me, and look for a girl?”
- “Yes….why not? It would be an adventure”
She thought about it for less than a second.
- “Yes… OK”
I wasn’t surprised. She was very sexual and like many other girls have a threesome in her “things to do before I get married” list. I’m not a partner with prospects for a long term relationship, we’re just lovers for a few days, she is on vacation, she likes me but not yet emotionally attached. I’m the perfect guy to do this with. I dropped her at her place and we arranged to meet again at 23:30 for tandem pick-up.
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The first girl we approached was a club promoter. She was English and fairly hot.
- “Hey, how are you?”
- “Good! Where are you guys going out to tonight?”
- “We’re actually not going anywhere… we’re looking for an adventure.”
- “Really? What kind of an adventure?”
- “Listen, I’ll be really honest and direct with you. Me and my girlfriend really like you. We think you’re really hot.”
- “Aha.. thanks, you’re hot too…”
- “Thanks. So we want to offer you something, we’re not crazy or anything so don’t panic. We just wanted to know if you’d like to join the two of us….”
- “What, like a threesome?”
- “Yes
She started laughing.
- “Haha… mmmmm, yea, you know what? Maybe… let me think about it OK? I finish working at 2 AM so come see me before that and we’ll see”.
I couldn’t believe it. The girl was hot, she was our first “set” and it seems that she’s seriously considering it. We walked away and I was ecstatic. With a hot wing like my Nadja this would be a breeze. I told myself that we’ll find a girl who’d say yes within 15 minutes.
I was wrong.
For the next three hours we approached perhaps 25 different girls and all of them declined. The interaction was usually longer than the one described above, I’d usually ask the girls where they were from and how long they were in Ayia Napa for, we would chat a little and I’d usually pop the question within two or three minutes of conversation. Some girls went with the boyfriend defense and were probably honest. Some girls were cool and refused politely, thanking us for the compliment. Other girls, particularly the English ones, gave us a bad eye. Later we returned to the first girl, the one who said she’d think about it and she told us that she decided against it. She probably saw us hitting on other girls.
Finally at 04:00 AM we decided to go home and try again the following day. We were kind of disappointed but at least we had each other.
The following day we met earlier. We walked up the streets again but in the shopping area rather than around the party square. You can only approach girls for a threesome when they’re alone and you can find more single girls in the street than in a club. We approached 3 or 4 girls and received the usual reply. Then I spotted an incredibly cute chick with long black her and a great body.
- “Hey sorry… can I ask you something?”
- “Yea sure…. “
- “Me and my girlfriend think you’re really beautiful…”
- “Wow thank you!”
- “We’re here on a vacation and we wanted to do something adventurous….”
- “Ok….”
- “And our hotel is just across the street, over there. Would you like to join us?”
She hesitated for a few seconds and then said:
- “Yea, sure. I need to be someplace in about an hour but OK.”
I’ve gotten so used to rejection that I wasn’t ready for a yes.
We started walking to our hotel which was literally across the street. It turned out that the girl, like Nadja, was Russian. But instead of joining in the conversation, take over in Russian and start talking with the girl, Nadja kept completely silent and became all serious. I continued talking with the chick, asked for her name, what she was doing there, etc. Nadja kept not saying anything and the girl became more and more nervous as we got closer to our room. I tried to control myself and play it cool as much as I could, but as the two girls became increasingly tense, so did I.
We arrived to our room and I poured some wine for all of us. I continued talking while we drank. A few minutes later I walked the two to the bedroom. The girl asked that we close the blinds. From some reason the aircon wasn’t working in the room and it felt like a fucking sauna. I kept opening and closing the door to the balcony because I thought the automatic shut-off was malfunctioning. Finally both of them set on the bed and I set in between them. I turned to Nadja and we started kissing. A few seconds later I turned to the girl and went in to kiss her. A millisecond before touching her lips – she backed off.
-“I’m…sorry… no, no… I can’t”
I don’t know why but I expected this to happen. It was just too good to be true.
-“What do you mean?”
-“I have a boyfriend, and I can’t do this….”
-“How long are you together?”
I wanted to see how quickly she will reply, to know if she was lying.
- “Two years…”
It seemed like she was telling the truth.
- “But… did you change your mind?”
- “No, I just didn’t think that this is what you meant. I thought we will just be talking and drinking… I’m sorry”.
She stood up and I walked her to the door. Damn.
Nadja came over to me. I asked her why didn’t she talk with the girl in Russian and make her feel comfortable. She didn’t know. We spoke about the whole situation and figured she really didn’t understand why we brought her up there to the room. Maybe I wasn’t explicit enough and it was just a misunderstanding. I was relieved. I felt better with a misunderstanding because if that was the case then this wasn’t opportunity that was lost because of some mistake that I made.
But then it hit me: she asked us to close the blinds.
I was confused. Was it a misunderstanding or did we fuck up somehow? The room was uncomfortably hot, we were all making each other nervous, Nadja was just sitting there, not saying a word…. but the girl was sweet and innocent, it made sense that she didn’t understand that my invitation implied a threesome. I guess I’ll never know.
Around this point I realized that the aircon was simply turned off. Fuck… who knows, maybe if the room wasn’t so freaking hot the whole affair would end differently. It really added to the tension.
We went down to do a few more sets. Things became a little embarrassing because we didn’t know which girls we already approached and which ones we didn’t. We’d walk in the street and girls would smile or wave to us and I didn’t know if it was because I gamed them myself in one of the previous nights or if I approached them with Nadja. Finally after another hour or two – we gave up.
In London, before finding a girl to join us, me and my girl-wing approached about 15 girls. Here we approached at least 50. I have a few theories to why we failed. First – it was clear that me and Nadja aren’t a real couple. Most of the girls we approached were Russian and it was obvious to them that we met in Ayia Napa. As I’m I’m clearly not Russian and as Nadja can hardly speak English, perhaps the relationship between was too conspicuous.
One of the girls we approached didn’t even believe me that we were together and suggested that I was paying her. Another theory why we failed, one that Aaron suggested, is that because we’re a very good looking couple girls felt intimidated by us, and especially by Nadja.
I was disappointed that we couldn’t pull it off but going out like that for tandem pick-up was a lot of fun and an awesome experience. I came to Ayia Napa telling myself I’d try to find a girl to do this with and I was able to pull it off, in a matter of days, so that was cool too.
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The following day was Nadja’s last. Her flight left at 07:00 AM from Larnaka so she had to be back at her apartment by 03:00. We went out pub crawling and approached a few more girls, just for fun. As we spent a few days together Nadja became more confident in her English and we could communicate more easily. At some point, as a joke, I pointed at a small park and said we should go and have sex there. She looked at me with a smile and said OK. We started walking over there but I discovered that I didn’t have a condom on me so we backtracked, went into a store, and bought a pack. I then had to go to the toilet to piss so I turned to Nadja and told her so, pointing at the nearest club. She started to argue with me and mentioned the previous night, when I tried pulling her to the toilet for sex but a bouncer kicked us out. It took me a minute to explain her that I needed to piss and that me pulling her to the club has nothing to do with sex.
We went to the park and looked for a good spot. I then saw that the next building, which was some kind of a community center, had a staircase that leads to the roof. We went up and it was perfect. There was plenty of room there and complete privacy. From one part of the roof we could see the bar street and a hot PR who we approached for a threesome just ten minutes earlier. I lowered Nadja’s panties as she was unbuckling my belt. She then leaned over some railing and I took her from behind.
When we were done we went back to the street. We passed the the PR again and she waved at us. She then waved to her boyfriend, who was a PR too, and pointed at us. He then turned to his friend and said “those are the guys who offered my girlfriend a threesome!”. The looked at us perplexed, not really getting it. I told the guy that his girlfriend was cool and we walked away.
About an hour later we were in some bar ordering drinks. Nadja looked at the menu and then ordered Sex on the Beach. She then looked at me, turned her head to the side and with the sweetest possible voice asked: “Sex on Beach?”
We finished our drinks and I pulled her back to my hotel. We took some towels and the car keys. I knew where I was going to – the beach in front of the Mermaid Hotel, the hotel I stayed in the night we first met.
We got there and it was perfect. It was totally secluded and although some of it was part dimly lit from a nearby hotel, there was another part of it which was completely dark. On the way over there we picked up two sunbed mattresses and put them on the sand. We covered them with our towels and got completely naked. We fucked for at least twenty minutes, under the stars, and to the sound of the waves. It was magic.
When we were done we stayed there some more, still naked, hugging each other. At some point she told me “other people want things but never do them. You want something and just do it.”
Twice people were walking not too far from us but they couldn’t see us. We then realized that maybe someone saw us when we were fucking… but who gives the shit? Finally we dressed up and got back to the car.
I started driving towards her place and we both fell silent. We’d come to really like each other over the last few days and within a few minutes we’d have to say our goodbyes. I’m kind of used to it but it doesn’t become easier. This time it was particularly hard. Such awesome chicks only come once in awhile.
When I was not too far from her apartment we talked about how nice the day was: we had afternoon sex in the hotel, then went to the beach, later for dinner, then the pub crawling and dancing, then sex on the roof and finally sex on the beach. We fell silent again. We were truly sad.
Then, out of nowhere, she turned to me and with the same sweet voice as before asked: “Sex in car?” I started laughing. I opened this girl up and now she’s crazier than me.
She started unbuttoning my jeans and then pulled them down. She went down on me while I was driving and looking for a good spot. Finally I found a perfect place, one minute away from her apartment in some side street. I parked. We pushed the front sits as forward as possible and moved to the back. I took the last of the three condoms that I bought just three hours earlier. We started fucking for what would definitely be the last time.
We finally reached her place. We both went out of the car, hugged and said our goodbyes. She then took out from her bag a souvenir she bought me. We kissed for the last time and she left.
I went back into the car and looked at the time. It was 03:08 AM. I could drive back to town and be in Soho by 03:30, more than enough time to find and pull another girl. But fuck it… that would be too much. I drove back to my hotel and went to sleep.
I went out again the next night and pulled a hot Hungarian, my first since my ex girlfriend.
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