A man did asked me out in the coffee shop and I wasn‘t interested at the time, he’d written his name and his number on my coffee take-away cup. I ...could remember the first letter was a J. “Josh!” I shouted. The guy stilled, chuckling as he shook his head and felt his stubble chin graze on my chest. His chuckle shook my body. I whimpered as my sweaty body stiffened again.“No, baby girl. Try harder.” He put emphasis on the last word.“I can’t!” I cry out loudly, the vibrations was almost too much. But I didn't tell her that. Before I knew it we were in town and I had to button up. I quickly went in and got my smokes and hurried to the truck, I wasn't done with her.So the trip back to her house began.As soon as we were out of town she had her pants and panties down. I started to finger her pussy with one finger at first going slow and steady. Listening to the moans she was making while trying not to wreck at the same time. I pulled my finger out and licked it clean. It was awesome, it. She translated for the tour group. “Bus coming Cappadocia five minutes,” she purred into the mike. To me she whispered, “You come my room, hotel tonight.”“But what about your boyfriend or your husband?” I whispered back, thrilled but anxious.“I asking husband,” she told me, and I agreed with her.“Yes, you better ask your husband,” I said sadly, thinking that would be the end of it.“No problem,” she assured me.I managed to put Mr B. away as the bus slowed, entering the little picturesque town of. On a ‘Student’s day’, I went to a pub along with my friend (in russia it’s easy to get a girl in disco because you are a foreigner to them). There were many college girls, aunties having fun there by dancing, drinking etc. I and my friend entered the club, booked a table, ordered drinks, hukka and started looking for single girls. So many beautiful Russian chicks were there dancing, showing their sexy curves, deep cleavage and moving their butts. For Russian girls, sex was not a big deal..