Empty streets....

I've had a rough couple of weeks on different levels from major to minor.   Of course, there is that little matter of FF and I.  We need to resolve some issues on our next date.  So, having a need to simply take a chance to relax and let myself decompress.

One of the great things about my job is that I simply stop what I'm doing, leave and take a bit to compose myself if I'm having a rough day (night, whatever).

Going into downtown, I pull over and take a walk for a few blocks.  I always try to have a camera with me, so I'd thought sharing what I see at night would be an interesting to see how see the world.

While I'm in a heavily populated city, it empties out after most businesses and bars close and the night shift is well underway.

This is what it's like in the middle of the night while most everyone is deep in slumber. 
I always recommend to people that they need to visit their own city late at night.   After walking a few blocks, the local security guards, occasional cop, and garbage worker and I exchange nods.   People always associate walking around downtown after dark is tantamount to asking to be mugged or worse.  Generally speaking, in this town, downtown is about as safe as walking around your own suburban neighborhood.  The thing is, to me the empty streets are simply another form of beauty.

Either way, it was a walk well needed.
You guys should try it sometime.

As you can see, it really looks different.
Enjoy the pictures.

Sushi and Eating out

Rushing to my where we were supposed to meet for a meal, as I entered the lot for her chosen Mexican restaurant I saw that the place was packed. As I got closer, the line seemed to snake out the door.which I figured to be an hour long at least.
Oh, hell no!
Spotting her grabbing a parking spot, I suggested finding another establishment nearby.  As we pulled into a sushi place just a bit further down.
Settling into our table, we finally got deeper into our kid(s), jobs, Ex's, etc... and we got pretty deep into it.
I think it was one of our best conversations yet with much more substance.  Our meal was inhaled and we were both hungry* and continued to the Hibachi side and split a meal. 
After finish THAT meal, I offered to take her bowling across the street, but then she sprang a surprise:  She had to go back home by 10:15 for her kids.**
Of course, I was rather disappointed, but not really since I wanted to us to behave on a date for once.
Really!
Looking at the time, we had an hour to kill, but didn't really want the date to end.
"How about some smooching for a bit?"
Her left eyebrow shot up.
"Just smooching!"
"Okay."
We continued our semi-serious conversation on what we wanted out of a potential relationship and we both seemed to agree quite a bit with each other on a variety of subjects.
Jumping into the backseat, I drove us to a more secluded part of the parking lot, adjusted the seats and we snuggled together.
We were good.
We kissed and smooched quite a bit, but I needed to make an adjustment.
She planted her arm to support herself VERY close to my erection and she kept hitting it as we moved around a bit.
"Oh, I'm sorry, am I hurting it?"
"Uh...no, I'm fine."
She bumped it again, causing me to mutter an slight obscenity.
"Did it hurt then?"
"Yah!"
"Let me kiss it and make it feel better," and it was down her throat a heartbeat later.
"I thought we were going to be good?"
"You be good, I'll be better."
After a couple of more minutes, she said something that totally threw me off:
"You know, If you want, you can take a picture of me doing this to you, as long as my face isn't shown."
"What?"  I couldn't believe what I just heard.
She repeated herself and related how she loved being photographed, as long as her face isn't in the frame.***
The rest was basically a replay of our last two dates, so I won't bore you with the details again.

Once again, it was another good date and it seems quite promising!



*You know, you don't get much for your money in sushi, but damn it's good! Note to self:  Brazilian Steakhouse next...an orgy O' Meat!
**Drama with the Ex. Too extensive to type about but I agreed that it had to be done.
***Put them on here? Umm.....maybe, I'll think about it.

Enter: Football Fan

For the fun of it, I put out an ad for a "Kinky Girlfriend" for LTR with "intentions".
Didn't expect any responses.
None. At all.

Within 5 hours, I got a response.
After a flurry of responses and a brief exchange of history, she was ready to meet.
Being that this happened within only 8 hours and all falling together within a short amount of time, it threw me off totally.
Having to work, I had to beg off meeting or even talking on the phone until monday, but we kept in touch throughout the weekend with emails.

My Sunday suddenly became open and at three-ish, we agreed to meet at a chain restaurant.
Having arrived there a bit ahead of her, I went ahead and ordered (I was starving) and waited.
15 minutes later, my phone buzzed with a Text "Just pulling up."
Instantly, I started scouting the parking lot and I spotted two vehicles that arrived, but only one had a single female in it.
She seemed to be of "Average" height and weight wearing A Texan's Jersey.  Upon entering the door, I waved at her and her smile beamed at me as she walked over and immediately ordered something.
Cutting to the chase after a few minutes, I wanted to know about her marriage, and in short, she was saying how her divorce was about to be over, and quite frankly, was interested in dating "several people" so she wouldn't fall into the trap of "Marrying on the rebound."
Perfectly understandable.

The chat eventually shifted over the topic of the kinks I listed.  Reason being is that I wanted to make sure that the person I was to be with had the same appetite and kinks that I do.  I was determined not to make that same mistake again.  As I went down my list, she didn't seem to flinch.
Not a single bit
She went on to say that she was a bit of a swinger as well and went on to elaborate on some other things that she would and wouldn't do.
The conversation shifted over a variety of topics and it was soon apparent that the waitress wanted her table back for some new customers.
I asked her if she wanted me to walk her to her car and have a brief smooching session.
Just smooching.
Nothing more. Nothing less.
"You know, it would be rather unseemly to be smooching in public." she said.
"Well, it was only going to be a quick smooch." I said defensively.
"Might be able to handle that, but lets do it privately."
Somehow we wound up in the backseat in my car.
It went from a casual smooching session to an outright make-out session.
My growing erection forced me to adjust myself.  I thought I had done it discretely until I heard her ask if she could feel it.
Who am I to deny her that?
We continued to kiss as I finally had to "set it free" because it was uncomfortable and immediately started to stroke it; after a minute or two, she took one look at it and proceeded to to give me a sweet blowjob.*
After a few more minutes, we came to the realization that perhaps sitting in an open parking lot, near a chain restaurant with the sun blazing wouldn't be a good idea.
Rather quickly, I get back into the front seat and we drive to a slightly more "isolated" spot behind a nearby construction trailer...facing the frontage road to the freeway.
Getting into the backseat, we pick up where we left off with the blowjob.
her kneeling on my seat to give me the blowjob, I reach over and stroke her pussy over her shorts for a few minutes.  Eventually, I reach under her shorts and reached for, and then gently fingered her clit
She changed her pace to a more sensual technique instead of the frantic pace she had initially.   Bring her face up, cradled her and continued to smooch for a bit longer while I caressed her.  She moved my hand to her crotch and started to grind against it, that just turned me on even more, we kissed more passionately as I unbuttoned her shorts.  They were kicked off within seconds as she put them on the floor.
She apologized about not having "pretty" underwear.  Seems like I wasn't the only one not anticipating the backseat smooching session going as far as it did.
But we were far from ending it.
As we continued kissing, I gently rubbed her clit, while I was slowly increasing pressure on it.  She was getting so wet my fingers were just sliding up and down the surfaces of her pussy and ass.  As my fingers felt her tight hole, I tentatively dipped my finger in and was greeted by a loud moan and harder kissing.
Finally pulling away from her I said, I wanted to eat her ass.
Without hesitation, she got up and maneuvered into kneeling away from me and spread her cheeks.
Not being totally brain dead, I went up behind her and proceeded to lick and tongue fuck her ass and proceeded to keep rubbing and fingering her pussy.
I noticed her starting to shake a bit more and that is when it became apparent her pussy was REALLY getting wet.
Sopping wet.
Then gushing.
Then squirting.
I was in awe, I wanted to lick it up, but I wasn't at the right angle to do so.** I did, however, try to get as much as I could in my hand and sucked it up from there.  She apparently was able to see what I was doing and said that it was a major turn on.
Having her turn over so I can eat her out, she wanted me to kiss her so she could taste her juices on my face, as I bent down to kiss her, with my also being bottomless, we got dangerously close to actual sex*** and temptation was very close.  It took quite a bit of effort, but I kept the kissing brief and played it off that I just wanted to lick more of her juices.
As I went back down, her pussy was totally wet and I was fingering her as I concentrated on her clit.  As I sensed my fingers being squeeze by her muscles, there was an increase of juices flowing out of her to the point that there was a little squirting, I automatically put my mouth to cover her as much of her wet pussy as possible and swallowed as much as of her liquid as possible.
Twice.
I. Loved. Every. Single. Drop.
We repositioned ourselves so she can finish her blowjob with a nice steady rhythm, but it seemed to gradually take on a bit more urgency for some reason.
My fingering her asshole and pussy at the same time, might have had something to do with it.
As her pace picked up, my fingers got deeper and got a bit more motion in them.
Several things at once happened that made me have an intense orgasm.
One:  She was hitting the back of her throat with a bit of force.
Two: The muscles in her pussy and asshole were gripping my fingers and I was feeling her start to drip/gush again.
Three: There was a gentleman walking by my car.  Even though I had dark tinted windows, the light from the sun was enough for him to give him a good view of what my fingers were doing.  Oddly (to me), he walked off after we made contact and turned away with this...what I would describe as a matter of fact look.
The combination of these made me my orgasm quite powerful and held her head down on my cock as I came.****
She sat back on the passenger side and I snuggled up to her on her lap and we talked for a bit, fleshing out our histories and our intentions.
Looking up towards her, her fully covered breasts were teasingly close.
"Can I take a peek at them?"
"You already seen the pictures," she responded.*****
Earlier I had said that one of my kinks was breast "torture" and was a bit dubious about it, but she complied with my request and was greeted by a lovely nipple.
I immediately put it in my mouth and set it between my teeth while sucking it.
The response, as you would suspect, was immediate.  The nipple hardened in my mouth and I was vigorously sucking and biting the rest of her breast for a few minutes.
She then lifted me up, pushed me back to a sitting position and started to straddle my lap after presenting her breasts to me once again.
The breathing intensified, I attacked her breasts more, and then I reached behind and shoved a finger up her ass.
She shifted her weight, looked at me in the eyes and said, "To hell with it."
With that she impaled herself on my cock and her eyes immediately rolled to the back of her head while she ground into me and had, from what I could tell, an instant, small but intense orgasm.


We sat back down and talked for a bit longer.
"You know, this 'Linner' lasted much longer than I thought it would." I finally said.
"Yeah, we're going to have to leave soon."
"We're going to have to leave VERY soon, though." as I casually looked at my dashboard.
"Oh, sick of my company already?" she said with a dangerous sound in her voice.
"Nah. I'm almost out of gas." and casually pointed to the indicator.
It has been almost 2 hours since we hopped in.
"I see what you mean."
"Let's get you back to your car," I said as our respective shorts went back on.
"I'm going to back back to my car." she said as I jumped up front.
"Really?"
"Yeh. Need to clear my head before I get into my car."
With that she jumped out and proceeded to walk at a moderate pace.
Putting the car in gear, I lower the window and keep up with her.
"Hey little girl. Wanna jump in?"
"Nah, I've been told not to get into cars with strangers."
"I got some really good candy."
"No thank you. I got some nice candy earlier from another bad man."
A car had just pulled up and I needed to move on as I was blocking the way in.
I blew her a kiss as I drove off.
As I got to a nearby gas station, my car sputtered to a stop before I had a chance to turn off the key.
Just in time.
reaching into my phone, I sent her a text msg:
"I could have stayed longer."

We shall see what our next date is like.




*She said that once she saw the pre-cum on the tip, she knew she wanted it in her mouth. 
**No. My first thought of detailing my car didn't come to mind until MUCH later.
*** Again. We weren't prepared for this eventuality.
****She said a bit later she didn't taste it, suggesting that my cock was actually a little further down her throat. That was hot.
*****She showed me a picture on her cell phone earlier that she was going to send to me.

Let's Eat, Drink, and go to Mary's! The first Date

A couple of days ago, I had an inspiration to go to the Houston Pride parade and figured that would be a neat first date.  I made the suggestion to Teaser and she readily accepted since she's never gone into that neighborhood before (suburban mom) and thought it would be a neat adventure.

Since I knew traffic and parking was going to be a nightmare, I suggested we'd meet at a hotel and share a cab in.  I got there a few minutes before she arrived and was greeted by an attractive friendly face. Since we had at least four hours before the parade, we sat and had a beer and had some idle talk for a  bit before we decided it was time to head into town before traffic in the area would build up.
After being dropped off at a Greek restaurant, went inside for a quick meal and drink.  After the meal, I leaned over for a tentative kiss and she was quite receptive to it.  My confidence bolstered, we pondered as to what to do and decided she needed to see what the area had to offer.  We stopped at Mary's to make arrangements to get on the roof and got a beer while we were at it. 
Sitting down, we really talked about much, but it was a good convo.  From what I can tell, she was eyeballing everything going on in the bar and after the beers arrived via a scantily clad bartender and predicted that she will see a cock inside of 10 minutes.
Almost on cue, someone dropped their pants and showed of his cock and she just looked at him with a wild-eyed look and we both had a good laugh about that.

Finishing our beers, we wound up hitting the a variety of clothing resell shops, and during our long walk*, she got an eyeful of the various people who had staked out a place along the route.  It was crowded, wild, and if you're not careful, you can easily get lost; so I took the initiative and offered my hand to hold.  She took it without hesitation and that simply gave me the clear that she was comfortable with me.
As we wandered through one store than another, I started to give her a bit of a smooch now and again, some more intense than others.

Eventually, we had back to Mary's before the crowd makes it impossible to move around and sit in the bar. A little after we got out drinks, I started to smooch her a bit and I had moved closer.  She had felt that I was aroused and, I can't remember exactly who instigated it**, but her hand slowly went up my shorts (these as a matter of fact), and I couldn't help myself to adjust my position to allow her more access.  As I felt her gently grip my cock, she slowly started making a stroking motion.  As I looked at her face, the expression had changed, to what I believe, was simply the joy of holding a cock. In a room with at least 90 people with a lip syncing act right behind us.  Her expression changed yet again when I suggested she rubbed the tip and felt the unmistakable texture of precum. 
By this time, my cock was sticking out of my shorts, and I reached down, rubbed the tip and brought my finger up to her lips and coated her lips with my juices and let out a silent moan.  If the bar wasn't full of people, I hardly doubt it would have been silent.
I repeated the gesture again and put rubbed some of it on her tongue.   I was so turned on, I was afraid to ponder what would happen if I reached an orgasm.
Maybe come in my hand and feed it to her?
That possibility died a quiet death as she withdrew her hand and composed herself.  The time to go upstairs quickly arrived and we took our positions to watch the parade.

The rest of the evening was fairly quiet as we enjoyed getting beads from below and simply enjoyed each other's company.  We arrived back at the hotel, talked for a bit in lobby and asked her if she had a good time.
She responded in a positive sense, but hedged a bit on how this was basically her first shot at dating since the divorce and seemed to hedge whether or not she wanted to date.

I understood where her head was, but I question every move that I did. 
Every single move I did, I waited for ANY signal that whatever I was doing was NOT welcome, but at every step, all I got were positive reactions.  We texted each other briefly to make sure she got home okay, but I figured she just wanted to spend time of the kids (read: inquisition).

She went to bed with a short text and, once again, saying that she had a terrific time.
Now I just have to wait and see..the good news is, that she hasn't read the blog since she discovered it.

Yeah, we'll see how long THAT lasts.


*well, considering there wasn't any shade in the 100+ temperature, it WAS long.
** DUH! I probably did.

The Date that wasn't......I think

The day started with VD kickin' my ass.
Having worked over 20 hours over a two day span, I was exhausted when my eyelids pried themselves open on Sunday morning.  I had a ton of crap to do before my date and I needed every bit of caffeine I could muster to even maintain a state of semi-consciousness.
Having gone to my "beautician", she hates being called a "Barber."  She was someone I went on a couple of dates with, but instead I go to her to cut my hair. We don't talk much, but as long as she cuts my hair fine, I'll be more loyal to her than any other person on the planet.
Yeah. Some men are that way.  We're stupid.
As the time draws near, I find myself across town when I get the email that she isn't feeling that great and was wondering if we could postpone it a couple of hours. to about 6pm.
No biggie...
I continue in my zombie-like state of chores and go to a Circuit City near our meeting place when I got the call of "I can't do it" from her.
She gave me the TMI of what is ailing her and I just told her it's no big deal.
To be honest, I was quite relieved and immediately went to the parking lot to nap.
Yes. I was THAT tired.
An hour later, being startled awaked by a nearby car alarm, I went to have a ravenous dinner at a nearby BW3's and on my way home when I got a call from Lauren.

"Hey cutie."
"Hey yourself, how're you feeling?"
"Better now, are you up for a dinner now? My treat."
"Sure, we can hang, but I just ate something, so I'll just nosh on something."
"give me 15 minutes and here is my address."
The email reaches my phone seconds later.
"Got it, be there in 30 minutes."

Later walking to her apartment, I'm greeted at the door with a hug and immediately walks out.
"I'm sorry, I haven't eaten all day and I'm famished."

We head over to a chain steakhouse and we chit chat about the day.
She asks some rather pointed questions about me and I answer honestly and I recieve a great vibes from her reactions.
When she inquires why I'm not as inquisitive about her, my response startles her;
"That won't change who you are if things work out, doesn't it?  Besides, we have time."
It's true that I don't want to find out EVERYTHING about a person on a first date.
To appease her a bit I asked her if she was a Psycho, a Serial Killer, or a crazy chick.
Much to my relief, she took it as the humor it was intended and let the matter drop as we continued talking about the crappy weekend.
Things felt good and the talk came easy.
Awesome.
We went back to her place and talked a bit more.
She was showing all the signs that she was comfortable with me.
Touching and rubbing my arm, head gestures, tentative handholding.
Reaching over for a light kiss, it turned out to a long smooching session.
The back of mind was gently reminded me of my chaste commitment.
I told the back of my mind to go back to controling my heart rate or something.
When her hand wandered over to rubbing my cock, all bets were off and our smooching turned into a full out make out session resulting in bites on the back of her neck, which she found VERY appealing.
Having discovered one of her breasts made it out of her blouse (Oops!) I nibbled and bit with a note of approval, particularly when she said she was about to orgasm as I continued my biting and nibbling.
After her orgasm subsided, she did something unexpected.
She brought out my cock proceeded to give me a lovely blowjob that resulted in an orgasm a few short minutes later.
We composed ourselves afterwards and continued to talk until midnight when it was decided that SHE needed to get some sleep.
She gave me a warm kiss goodnight and I turned around back to my car with a light spring on my step.

Pleased to meet you. Why yes, I would love to lick your asshole.

*bzz*
I don't hear you!
*bzz*
Turning over I ignore the CL phone.
*bzz-
Good they gave up.  Damn "Car warranty" people.
Settling in trying to get back to some solid sleep.
*DING!*
WTF? They left a msg?
That finally caught my attention.
Grabbing the offending phone, it rings again.
It's Lauren!  I haven't heard from her in several days and didn't think much of it.
"Hey sweetie!  Sorry I haven't called, phone has been acting up. This is my private number to the office if you want to talk to me."
Ooo....I feel special.
It's obvious that I'm still a bit sleepy because I'm still slurring some of my words, but I was trying to shake myself awake.
"By the way...What is the party about you mentioned on your Voicemail Message?"
"Uhh...."  I couldn't think of a plausible excuse.
FUCK! I forgot to change the message since last party! Might as well be honest about it, if we go forward, she might know about it and something tells me she's not exactly a nun.
I confess to some of it, but only tell her a bit, she doesn't have to know all.
We continue to talk for a bit until I finally asked if she wanted to meet tonight for coffee after work.
"SURE!"  You can't get more enthusiastic than that.
"It's a date!"
"Wait!  I am still recovering from a cold, I don't really wanna give it to you."
"Don't worry, it'll give you an excuse for me not to give you a peck on the cheek."
This was greeted with laughter.

Forwarding a couple of hours, I meet her in a nearby suburb of town not too far away.
After walking in, I spotted her.
Mid 40's, curvy, pleasantly plump, woman, that looked quite serious into the book she was reading.
She spotted me as I was walking toward her and her face changed into one of warmth and welcome.
We sat down and talked for awhile about a variety of things, including our mutual love for TIVO and the people we have met.

Towards the end of the conversation, she wanted to know more about the parties, as she saw me stuttering, she interrupted me.  "Just say it, I'm not a virgin, you know I'm submissive, do you REALLY think you're going to say anything new to me?"
She had a point. So I continued and she was quite fascinated by it and went on to other topics.
Somehow, the conversation started its way down to sex, and I let her know I LOVE to give rimsjobs.
Her eyes glazed over, "I LOVE those."
Oh god. Here comes trouble.
I decide that it was time I need to get to work.
Walking her outside, I shake her hand, hug her, and walk off.
I felt good about this, we have chemistry.

Climbing into my car, I receive a text from her before I even start the car.
"You know, you didn't even try to kiss me. I'm hurt. Not interested?"
I smile and give her a call back and explain to her I want to be as chaste as possible.
Yeah, sounds like total bullshit, but its true.
At least, I'm going to try to convince myself that.

"So you don't find me attractive?"
Oh good lord!
In my "sexy announcer" voice, I respond:
"Oh yeah! I'd do you in a heartbeat, baby! I'd lick that asshole of yours in an instant."
Gales of laughter was coming from the phone.
"Happy?"
"Yes.  Goodnight!"

Yeah, she's going to be interesting.

On a side note:
I talked to KM.   We have a date for Tonight, I think she's feeling a bit randy.

Text Messaging Hell

Why am I here?  Here is the answer:

At 4pm, I go to a bar near where I had hoped we would either have our dinner, a movie, or straight to our Hotel.

Since I didn't know exactly when she was going to drop the kiddos off, I figure I'd send her a quick text to say Hi and see how she is doing:

"Hey, Doll."
"How are you?"
"Good now that you answered. :) Wassup? Dinner? Movie? Both?"
"Why wouldn't I?"  Uh-oh
"I am just teasing, silly."
"Ah. Do what you think is best."  Okay, sounds reasonable. Idiot comment neutralized.
"What I think is best is better with you at my side."  Didn't really care what we did, I just wanted her near me.
"Oh Lord."  Yeah, I expected that response.  Hopefully she cracked a smile at my lame line.
"What? :)"
"You probably just want me to say we can skip all the preliminaries and get right to the sex."  While I would not mind it, the tone did NOT sound good.
"I'm totally agreeable to what you want."  I took a moment to analyze the sentence to make sure there was no stupidity in there somewhere, but I was getting peeved at the remark.
"Whatever is fine." Fine? Danger!  Oh shit. How did I fuck this up?
I go back to re-read what I sent and everything looked fairly free of male stupidity.
"Fine.  If you're hungry, dinner. If not, perhaps a movie.  If you're not in the mood, I'll do hand puppets."
Reading the statement over again.  Flexible overtones with a hint of humor. Okay.
"Just sex is great. That is what you want anyway." WTF? HOW did THAT happen?
"Oh? Didn't realize I was twisting your arm. LOL.  When am I going to be graced with your presence?"
FUCK! I hit send before I could edit it!
"I do not know. I am in a crappy mood."  What The-?
I sit stunned looking at the phone.  I briefly ponder asking the bartender for a whiskey, but think better of it.
There is no point. I beat a hasty retreat:
"I'm sorry. Want to blow it off today or just hang out."  See? no sex. No mention of sex! nothing!
"Do not know yet." OH COME ON!  I realized a few seconds later that everyone in the bar was looking at me.  I guess I said it out loud. VERY loudly.
"K. Going to work for awhile. Hope you feel better, Doll."
I waited for two drinks for a response.  Nothing.
ARGH!
I calmly get up, and decide on some grocery shopping.  It was due.
As I get out of the car, the SAME homeless guy I see everytime I go to the store is about to ask me for money.
He never remembers me.
"WHAT THE FUCK? Don't you know I NEVER give you money?  If I come back with some cocaine will you do me a favor and suck it up so you'll just DIE?", I said it at the top of my voice.
Yeah, maybe I was a bit tense. I immediately start driving home and at the light I squeeze off a text:
"On my way home, Doll.  Call me later if you feel better."
Two hours passed since I got a txt from her to the time I sent her that one.

'Scuse me while I go kill some innocent pillows.

Tuesday Mixups and talks. C'mon Sunday!

Having been worried with the potential of having Lumens with me on a date (an extended sexual romp, actually, but whatever.), I decided to put off meeting with her and just deal with KM, since the chemistry is so there for us.  Besides, Lumens and I can virtually meet whenever, and I consider time with KM a bit more of a rare commodity.
Ten minutes after I hung up the phone with Lumens, KM called, figuring she'd tell me what time she wanted to meet tonight:
"Hey!"  Uh-oh.  It's THAT tone.
"Hey sweetie, wassup?"
"The shipment is really screwed up.  Can't make tonight. I'm sorry."  I can hear commotion in the background of people running around.
"Don't worry about it."  Was all I could muster, but I knew work had a tendency to be hellish at times.
"How about Sunday night at 6?  I am totally yours, you can use me as you will." She said between telling people what to do and asking another question of someone.
"How can I resist such an offer.  Deal.  I'll even take you on a date and see a movie."
"A Date? What's that?   I would LOVE a movie."  Listen, I have to go, you're not mad at me, are you?"
"Nah." As long as we have a firm schedule in place.  We're cool.
As long as she KEPT it, that is.
"Great! Just have to drop off the kids and my body is yours."  I heard a massive crash of something hitting the floor, "Gotta go! Bye!" and immediately hung up.

Well, my plans for today is totally shot.
Business was exceedingly slow to the point I was playing with a game on my G1 for a couple of hours.

10pm passes by when my phone rings:
"Hey baby, just got home, I was able to finish early, and about to hit bed."
"Aw, poor baby, if I would have known you left early, I would have taken you to late snack."
"I AM starving.....maybe meet for a few minutes? IHOP?"
"Sure!"  We needed to have "The Talk" we never got around to.
At 11:08pm, I got the "On my way", TXT."
We arrived within minutes of each other and as we sat down, my heart started racing.
Yes.  I REALLY missed her and was anxious to have some face time with her.
Having held hands for a moment, she realized she needed start "The Talk."
"First off, you're a pervert."  She begins.
"Yes I am." was my deadpan response.
"I don't know if I can handle that."
"Handle what?" Was curious, of course.
"You like quite a few things."
"Yes I do."  If she only knew.
"I don't think you'd be satisfied with JUST ME."
"Well, if things go well with us, you won't have to worry about that."  I truly meant it.
Basically, she was saying that she wasn't sure she would be interested in multiple sex partners, Adult Bookstores, etc.

See, I left out quite a bit during our little romp, including talking about going to an adult bookstore (which SHE suggested!) to have sex (since she didn't want to be seen as a "Ho'" to her roomie), but she was barefoot, so I nixed that idea.  Or, talking VERY dirty to her in the middle of fingering her ass during an intense orgasm which included, wondering if she wanted another cock to play with (which she was VERY open to), or my doing a "break in" one night.  Nor did I mention her walking out of the house nude, except for my trench coat and going to a nearby grocery store because she neede cream.
Yes, make your own jokes.
According to her now, she can barely recall getting in my car, but has vague memories of being VERY turned on by the experience.
I confirmed this by our makout session in the car afterwards that I reminded her about.  Her face turned VERY red at that point.


To reassure her, I told her that I would go at her pace on whatever she wanted to do WHEN she wanted to do it.  She would dictate what/who would be in bed with us.

Did I mention I could be VERY pursuasive? No?  I can be.

We also talked about communications, or lack of it.
I gave some examples of what I expected.   Don't need an immediate response to every text, but merely an acknowledgement of it...eventually.
She mentioned that since she's with her kids, things can be crazy.  I assured her that I knew how kids can teleport if you don't pay attention to them.
"Yeah, three of them are great about that, but the three older ones are generally good about keeping an eye on them when I have all of them."
I stopped mid-chew.
"I thought you had five?"
"No. Six."
"Where'd I get five?"
"Don't know, because I woudn't say five."
Okay. She has six kids.  Did I mention she looks AWESOME for the number of kids she has had? No.  Tkae my word for it.
"See? That's a good example!"
"I see your point."

We discussed quite a few things, and again, we resolved some other issues, our waitress got an earful of good gossip.

We both got up and left hand in hand towards her car, stealing kisses all along the way.  She didn't want to leave, nor did I WANT her to leave, so we sat there trading little kisses, bites to the neck, making suggestive remarks, and playing with her VERY satiny and elastic pants like she wore several weeks ago. The suggestion of  our going to my car to recreate things almost left my lips, but she had a long day ahead of her and she needed her sleep.
Leaving seconds behind her and kept her in my view until she took her exit and I continued on.

I was missing her already, but was more optimistic in our dating potential and there is always sunday. :)

Busy in the Heights

KM called me after another encounter I had nearby, unfortunately, it involved a long drive from my home to back to where I had been just 30 minutes earlier!
We met outside and sat in my car while her roomies were getting ready for bed.
After a few hours of spending some time with her, we both decided we'd probably be a very good fit for each other.  After discussing some fantasies and our mutual compatibilities, it seems like we might be seeing each other more often, and I might curtail my CL "Dating" until things are decided one way or another.
All I have to say is, WOW!

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