On the Couchsurfing messaging system, he gave me his number and we continued the chat on Whatsapp. It took me a while to travel from the office to my home, so we exchanged some messages that convinced me to get out. I asked him to come to take me from near my place as it was already dark. We took a minibus towards the student area of the city, then another one and we walked for a while.
The first place we went was some socialist-like building and we went to the first floor. We ordered beers - me a Radler, he a normal small beer. We chatted a lot, he asked many questions about my country but also the family situations. He said he likes a lot to dance and I said I love to dance too. Around 21:00 the place has closed so we went to another place. The walk was thrilling for me, as an European woman I dread walking through crowded places at night in Addis. With him, although we were walking a bit far apart to spear him of nasty comments from beggars, I felt daring (although not really safe).
The second place was plain weird, but it had good music. No one was dancing, and he said he would but is ashamed to do it in plain sight and mentioned there are "private rooms". I have immediately imagined it was about rooms to rent by hour, but the guy seemed nice and I thought I was in control so I said "why not, lets dance privately". I handed him my wallet (I had inside the local budget for a night out) so that he feels confident to negotiate with the bar tender and spare me from showing my ID.
The room was 100 birr and we went just behind the bar, and the music was very loud. The room was horrific, less than 2 m wide and maybe 3 m long, it had a bed, a table, a chair all in shabby state and a light bulb hanging on a wire; broken ceiling in one corner, molded walls... I chose not to look around and I told the guy it is a very strange place for me, I will surely not try the bed but since we were there we could simply dance and have fun. We put the table and the chair on the bed to have more space and we started dancing on the loud Ethiopian music from the bar. He tried to teach me some traditional shoulder moves, my right shoulder was moving well but the left one not so good. He was slowly coming into my personal space, holding by the hand to guide the movement.
We were playful and laughing and I have completely forgotten the room. The music changed to Latino, he got closer guiding me, took me by the hand and waist. A few moments later his leg was in between mine. At that point I felt I had to take a decision - either to stay there and slowly bring him back to ädancing lesson" or to go on. I also made up my mind I am only going to have penetrative sex with a condom and no oral sex without a shower. He must have felt I got to that decision point, as the tune changed, he sat on the bed side to rest and take a sip of beer and seemed to be waiting for my next move.
As the tunes changed and he sat on the bed I told him a bit arrogantly "I am still very far away from that bed and I will not join you, but we could still have fun with dancing". He said something that assured me I am the boss. I looked into his eyes checking any sign of hidden agenda, I saw none, but genuine playfulness so I went on. A new Latino song was playing and I said "in my culture we dance more with the hips, shall I show you?" and went into my best moves. I also took off my top and I was wearing a black bra. He seemed like an excited kid with a huge smile and made appreciative sounds that encouraged me to dance very enthusiastically. He joined me, holding me on bare skin this time and went on kissing and touching me. That part went on for a long time and I have very much enjoyed it.
Eventually we were both tired and I sat on the bed side, exploring our bodies - he noticed my hands, I said his were even more beautiful and kissed them, then I told him he smells very well, and he seemed he does not know how to take compliments. Because we were sitting on the bed now, even though it was occupied with the table and the chair, I felt I must do some reality check and discuss limits again. I asked, "do you have a condom by chance"? He jumped from the bed and wanted to go out to look for one, but I held him saying "leave it for this time, we will have to go soon". I looked into his eyes again and said "I promise we will meet another time and do it properly. Without a condom, without a shower in this room, I cannot do it." He laughed and said äEshi, eshi (ok in Amharic), these European girls..." and went on with kissing me. He asked me how I like to be kissed, he excused himself he did not do it for a while. I asked him when did he do it and he briefly told me some sweet College stories.
The eye contact was excellent all this time and I felt safe and in control. From this moment he went on kissing my body and holding me very tenderly. He was clearly excited and opened his trousers. I was very impressed with his cock but I set myself the reminder "no shower and no condom means no oral or vaginal sex". We engaged in teenage-like petting and thrusting through clothes. For a while he was on top, then we changed, and I looked him in the eyes and said again "one day we will do it properly and I will dance on your lap like crazy". I thought he came at a certain point but maybe it was just a break. As I was on top, I unzipped my jeans and let him access my intimate parts with his hands. The front thrusting movement combined with his fingers touching my clit took me to a pretty intense orgasm. I told him I was coming and when I was done he kissed and held me super-sweetly.
I turned around wasted and he tried to take off my jeans. I protested in panic and he said, "please, let me touch you and kiss you, that is all" and repeated it as I was feeling helpless. I was still shivering from the orgasm. He went on the floor and started kissing my tights and caressing my intimate parts in such a tender way that I got tears in my eyes. It was a very strange state to be touched after the orgasm, I shivered and felt high for whole minutes.
When I could move again I reached for my jeans near the knees and pulled back. My head was still dizzy from the orgasm and he was sweetly keeping on kissing me very affectionately and helping me get dressed. I had a huge smile on my face and I uttered a shy Thank You in Amharic while the bar tender let us know the time was up. I quickly went out of the room and waited outside while he was paying and getting his ID back. We took a taxi that left him first and me afterwards. After a few days I invited him for lunch at my place. It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship that inspired many more stories.
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