“Good Girl” Lay Report

 Lay Report 2018


Mr O, a London daygamer in his mid twenties, sent met this naughty Secret Society lay report from a trip he took to the Middle East. As the saying goes, “good girls are just bad girls who haven’t been caught.”

“I was in Abu Dhabi for a 36 hour layover (pun intended) and staying in an average Hilton Hotel. I went out to daygame while seeing the sights but quickly realised that no one walks the streets really. Stopped a young, blonde, slim off-duty stewardess who I had seen in the gym earlier and opened her but she was planning on seeing her dad who lives there and was flying out that night so I didn’t push for a number.

Went to a few places: malls, hotels and bars to look around but didn’t open anyone because I did not see anyone who interested me (though I did open one and got blown out by her, a gorgeous girl (easily a 9) who looked like she was waiting for her billionaire boyfriend in a 7 star hotel. Also, I did pussy out on a good looking girl who was walking with her friend. I regret that).

Back at the hotel at around 10pm, I just walked into their club where a salsa class had just finished and it was turning into a party, though still very empty. I talked to the first girl I see who is sitting with a friend. I ask her to dance and she laughs and politely declines because her fiancee is getting drinks but tells me that her friend wants to dance. So I go over to her, ask her, take her hand and lead her to the dance floor. She’s quite small for me, wearing a tight dress and heels and make up. Definitely Eastern European with dark hair, nice tits and a friendly face. Only a 6 in my books though but what the hell.

The dancing is pretty crap. I suck at salsa and make a fool of myself but just accept it and don’t let it phase me. We sit back down and talk/shout a little in the loud club which is still very empty. I’m exhausted by this point and don’t really want to put anymore effort into this girl even though she responded very well to everything I was doing and saying.

I say my goodbyes, thinking I won’t see her again but sit down in the lobby, just in case she does come by and I can have a proper, calm conversation in private without her friends nearby. I answer work emails and suddenly she comes out. It takes me a while to remember her name but then I call out ‘Kseniya’ and tell her to have a seat.

She was just leaving to get a cab home but I convince her to stay and have a chat. We speak and I escalate very quickly implying that she should come back to my hotel room. She’s shy or at least that’s what she says but her body language says something different. She stays, we talk about something else and about the craziest things we have done in our lives (she’s not done much) and then I mention it again. She’s warming to the idea and eventually I can take her into the lift under the pretence of having a coffee in my room.

She says she’s never done this before and I can tell she is nervous but I have no idea how nervous she really is. I tell her she can leave whenever she wants to and keep my distance, leading but not forcing her or holding her hand.

In the lift she starts shaking and I realise that this girl is genuinely nervous and actually shitting herself with a mix of nerves and excitement at how naughty she is being. There’s a proper internal battle going on in her head! I guide her to my room, always talking some bullshit to keep it friendly and not make it weird and quiet and keep her (relatively) comfortable.

She slowly comes through my door and I immediately go to the coffee machine, putting a lot of distance between us and start making the coffee with my back turned and talking, seeming very blasé about the situation but inside feeling very excited with the knowledge that I’m going to bang that chick at some point soon.

She sits down on a chair and doesn’t want to take off her heels. I give her the coffee and sit on the other side of the room. We talk again. Eventually, she takes off her shoes and says she wants a shower and after talking more I tell her to go into the bathroom and have a shower and give her a towel and my t-shirt and boxer shorts to wear afterwards.

She has a shower and takes her time. I answer work emails. When she’s out, she sits on the bed and I join her. I suggest a foot massage. Everytime I touch her even gently she flinches and is really nervous and pulls back, surprised at her own reaction and apologetic. She is still very excited about being in a strange guy’s hotel room. I give her a quick hand massage and try to kiss her but she’s not ready yet so I just continue with the massage and then try agin. We kiss and she starts shaking with nerves. Her whole body. She apologises that she is so nervous and I tell her it’s ok and start stroking her hair.

I kiss her again and this time it’s more intense and she is starting to ease up and stops shaking. I touch her body and tits and she likes it and doesn’t stop me/herself anymore, starts to relax and give in to her feelings. When I get down to the boxers she’s wearing they are soaking wet! I’m so surprised. The situation was making her so horny I had no idea what an amazing experience I was giving her. Then quite quickly she relaxes completely with me and starts to moan, ride her crotch over mine and has her first orgasm with clothes still on.

After that, it’s easy. I take our clothes off and she gives amazing head and really enjoys going deep. I’m so surprised at her sudden vigour and enthusiasm. I fuck her against the window with a view over the corniche and her tits against the cold glass. She loves it and has an orgasm which almost makes her fall to the ground. I have to half carry her back to the bed because she can’t walk properly. Her legs are shaking and she can’t believe it herself. We fuck a few more times and she completely loses it and just screams repeatedly ‘I like it. I like it!’, over and over again with her back arched and eyes rolling to the back of her head.

Afterwards she takes a while to calm down and asks me for my real name because I never told her. She’d been calling me Mr Grey the whole time we were in my room, a name she gave me inspired by the 50 Shades of Grey film/book.

I was so proud of myself after she left the room at 4am, having met her only 6 hours previously. Especially the fact that she seemed like a totally shy girl who wanted to run away from me and I was able to stay calm, act cool like I don’t give a fuck, lead and take this girl from nervous wreck to releasing her inner slut (I use that word with a positive connotation, not with the negative stigma that most people associate with promiscuous girls).

A couple of days later she sent me this text (below), which confirmed to me that I gave her the ride of her life and that she will never forget me.

Thanks Uncle Tom for teaching me some of these tools!”

Lay Report 2018 Texting

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