From Ukraine with Love

[hobbesian]

Hi all, I’ve been around this forum for a while and decided to finally share my real life experiences. As usual, the names in the story have been changed, as well as some of the locations. A bit of myself: I’m a born and bred Singaporean in his mid-20s – and we’ll leave it at that.

A note of caution: I haven’t done any story writing before…only academic writing, so please bear with me if my story seems draggy/boring!

FROM UKRAINE WITH LOVE

In the year 2012, I had just arrived home from a trip overseas. I had travelled alone and in the process managed to collect quite a number of favorable reviews on one of those “Airbnb” or “Travel Buddy” websites. For those of you who don’t know about these sites…they are essentially similar to Facebook, except that they are used by travelers or people going on holiday to find locals/other people to hang out with or stay at their place if possible. I just woke up one morning and realized that I’ve got a notification in my inbox. I opened it up, thinking that it was probably another guy sending me a “Hey really appreciate if you can host me and my 3 other bros from XYZ” kind of request. But to my surprise, the sender of the message was named “VALENTINA PETRENKO”. So naturally, being a hot-blooded male, I went on to read the message.

“Hi Hobbesian, my name is Valentina and I’m from Ukraine. I’ll be having a stopover at Singapore for 1 night on the 13 September on route to my flight back to Odessa from Yogyakarta. I looked at your profile and you seem pretty cool and I was wondering if you can show me the sights in Singapore? Let me know if you do. Thanks! )”. I looked at the calendar and it turns out I was able to make it on that day…so I messaged her back and work out all the fine details. We agreed to meet at Holland Village MRT as she wanted to eat ice-cream (no sexual innuendo intended) and I knew of a certain shop there where an ex-girlfriend used to go to.

On that day itself, I turned up 15 minutes earlier. Her flight landed in SG at 2pm and we had agreed to meet at 5pm. I was dressed in a white top and blue jeans. Slightly after 5pm, I spotted this girl going exiting the gantry before proceeding to the nearest guy and asking him something. Knowing it was definitely her (I saw her photos on the travel site)…I went over to tell her that I was there. “Valentina?” She turned around and replied “Hello, you must be Hobbesian!” I laughed and said “Yes I am. C’mon, let’s go this way.”
Now, I will tell my readers about her physical measurements. She was 1.6m tall and slim. Chest size is an A (nothing much to boast about, she was pretty flat). She had dark brown hair and was wearing a mini-black jacket over a regular loose-fitting light brown dress. I tried to Google for a similar-looking girl. Except for the blonde hair, her facial structure and features are 90% similar to Valentina.
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[Devilivy69]

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[hobbesian]

Well, we got our ice-creams in cups and proceeded to walk aimlessly down the path next to the roads while eating. Turns out she was studying languages in Odessa University and did a teaching stint in Yogyakarta. That explains her proficiency in English. To cut a long story short, we walked till we finished our ice creams, then we look a bus from Holland V all the way to Harbourfront MRT. In the bus ride (it was pretty long), we sat at the back and talked about life in the post-Soviet Union world and all the boring stuff. I even managed to amuse her by humming the Soviet anthem while she sang it. Guess paying attention in class actually paid off in this case. By this point, we were already comfortable with each other and could laugh and nudge each other without feeling awkward.

As the setting of the sun heralded the arrival of the evening, she decided that she wanted to go to the Hard Rock Café in Singapore. I knew there was one somewhere in the Orchard area near Orchard Towers but I wasn’t exactly sure where it was. So we wandered along Orchard Road and after going past the kebab shop (not sure if it’s still there today), we stopped opposite Orchard Towers and she randomly went up to a lady to ask for directions to Hard Rock Café. Well, this seems harmless at first…but then I realized the person she was asking was probably a freelance hooker. Way to go, Valentina!

A few minutes later, we walked into Hard Rock Café and got a table for 2. It was around 8pm and we ordered our dishes. I got a typical steak and fries while she got the veggie burger. Turns out she was one of those girls that doesn’t eat meat. Thinking how she would probably outdrink me (yes I know it’s a stereotype and I don’t hold my alcohol very well either), I got a coke while she settled for…you guessed it, a margarita. Dinner was pretty uneventful, apart from her catching me stealing glances at me and me catching her stealing glances at me and both of us laughing it off. At around 10pm, the live band came onto stage. This was the point where the night started to take on less of a “friends” vibe and more of a “date” vibe. After a couple of songs, the band decided to take request. Valentina wanted to make a request for U2’s City of Blinding Lights but she was too shy to do so, so I did it on her behalf. I was seated in a way that I was facing the stage, but Valentina had to turn her back around to face the stage and she was seated opposite me. I told her to come sit next to me on the couch and she readily agreed. As her favorite song played, she snuggled up against me and when I looked at her face, I’ll readily admit that amidst the dark blue lighting, she looked pretty darn good.

[hobbesian]

As with all things, the band got boring soon enough and with midnight nearing, she told me that she wanted to continue exploring Singapore. I told her that most places would be closed and jokingly said that one of the places that was open was the red-light district. I meant it as a total joke…but she looked excited and said “SURE LET’S GO. I WANT TO SEE THE AREA FOR MYSELF.” So I paid the bill (trying to be a gentlemen) and we hopped into a taxi and we were in Geylang shortly after midnight.

Seizing the initiative, I took hold of her hand and held it in mine, telling her that “Oh it’s to keep you safe from you know, whatever.” She nodded her head and we walked about. Honestly, the tour around Geylang was nothing exciting…just your random typical tour-guide styled description of the vice activities in the area, the brothels and how they operate etc. After we exited the Geylang area, we kept on walking for some reason. I guess it was because we wanted to keep talking and none of us wanted the night to end. So we ended up walking from Geylang to the National Stadium area, before crossing the infamous bridge where you could see the CBD, the Singapore Flyer. I’m sure all who went through BMT in NS will know what I’m talking about…it was part of the route march.

Still holding hands, we finally arrived at the Esplanade side of the water, directly opposite the Merlion. It was close to 3am at this point and the area was very deserted. As the night wind blew and provided some relief to the perspiration from the still air, Valentina took out her iPhone and began snapping pictures of MBS, the Merlion across the water and the scenery in general. I was curious to see her photos as she was snapping them, so I went up behind her. It was at this point that the fun would begin.

I stood directly behind her and held her camera together with her as she took photos. Being so close to her, with my crotch pressed into her butt cheeks, I couldn’t help but get aroused by her smell. Her perfume, combined with traces of her sweat, just suddenly turned me into a horny bastard. The fact that the area was deserted and the cooling wind was blowing just made things worse. My cock expanded so fast that I had a full-grown erection poking her buttocks before I even knew it.

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[hobbesian]

Suddenly, Valentina stopped moving and I was roused from my trance-like state of horniness. I sort of panicked and thought that this would be the end of my profile on the travel site (one bad review can turn everyone away) and all the adventures that come with it. In that brief moment of panic, I tried to think of something to say to salvage the situation but I couldn’t think of anything appropriate to say as my hard cock was literally tightly pressed against her ass. To my surprise, Valentina didn’t say anything as well, nor display any kind of outrage or anger. She continued facing the other side of the water and without a word, she slipped a hand behind and started caressing my erection through my jeans.

My eyes widened in shock but then I decided to go with the flow of events. Without even looking back, she found my unzipped me and brought out all 4.5 inches of my warm, thick and hard cock. With the cold wind blowing against my warm little brother only made my cock even harder. I stood slightly to the side and behind her, put my arms around her slim waste as she started to jack me off. At this stage, I was turning into a real horny bastard. As she pumped my cock and brought me closer and closer to the edge, I put my face at her neck and started kissing, sucking and licking it like an animal. My breathing grew more ragged and I was desperately trying not to cum but the thought of this demure Ukrainian girl performing lewd acts on me in a public area was too much for me to handle. As I panted against the smooth skin of her exposed neck, I grunted “arghhhhh” as 5 days’ worth of thick, white sperm spurted out of my cock. Ribbon after ribbon came out and with each pulse, I felt like I was about to pass out as Valentina continued her pumping on my cock, not even slowing down one bit. She sure knows how to drain a cock of its sperm, I’ll give her that.

After everything has subsided down, she let go of my now-softening cock. Looking at me as though everything was perfectly normal and nothing happened, she smiled and asked me “Feeling better now?” I could only utter a “Yeah, thanks” in reply. Once I regained my composure, I asked her about her flight tomorrow and upon learning that she was leaving at 11am, I suggested to her that we should call it a night and get some rest (it was nearly 4am by now). We managed to hail a cab and I told her that I’ll send her back, to make sure she gets home safe and she agreed.
Upon arrival outside her hotel, I decided to get out of the cab together with her and send her to her room instead. There was no objection on her part.

[hobbesian]

Turns out she has a room in one of those small 3-star hotels. The room has all the basic facilities: a queen sized bed, a dressing table, a couch and an old non-LCD TV. As I followed her into the room, she was still not showing an emotion or sign of horniness in anticipation of what was to come. I remember thinking “I’m going to screw you till I break your resistance down and you show me your horny face.” Or something along those lines. My cock stirred in agreement with my thoughts and the moment the door clicked shut, I put my hands on her waist and dragged her closer to me.

For a very brief second, time stopped. I could smell her scent as I looked into her eyes. Gazing back into mine, her eyes were wide open, as though she was a deer caught in headlights. I wasted no time and leaned forward to kiss her. A moan escaped her lips and she exhaled onto to my face with a slutty-sounding “Mmm” before our lips parted and joined in tongue-to-tongue combat. My hands were free to roam and I wasted no chance in rubbing my palms in circular motion on her butt cheeks and giving them the occasionally squeeze, which brought out another “Mmm” each time. As our tongues continued to swirl and twirl in each other’s mouths, her arms went from being around my neck towards my crotch. She fumbled with my jeans and belt buckle, but eventually managed to undo the button. With a clank, my jeans fell to the floor, with my erect cock creating an unsightly bulge in my underwear. Not willing to be undone, I felt around her dress till I found the catch and undid it for her. She looked at into my eyes, smiled and simply slipped out of the dress.

Being a slim and small girl, her body was not sexy in the traditional sense but somehow my hard cock grew even harder. She was wearing a matching set of dark blue bra and silky panties. She looked at me, tilted her head and asked for my approval while grinning “So?” I was determined to show her she didn’t have me enthralled as if under a spell, so I frowned and nodded. “Not too bad”, I said, while giving her the famous “Obama Not Bad” face. Her grin became wider as she put her palm under my balls and cock and gave it a gentle fondle through the underwear.

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