A moment to breathe

Lumens Texted.

She had a rough day and wanted some relief.
How do you spell Relief?  S-E-X.

It was a nice respite from crazy all the crazy crap I've been dealing with.
Arriving at her place in less than an hour, I show up, go through the door without knocking and make my way to the bedroom where she's lying face down nude while casually reading a magazine.
Having shed my clothes starting from the doorway, I was down to my socks.

Yeah, we men and our socks.  Stop shaking your head. they're coming off anyway.

"Hi!" I said with a grin as I started climbing on the bed.
"Hey there!  I am nude."
I started nibbling on her ears.
"Really?  I thought it was a body sock."
That earned me a friendly punch to my waistline.
"Are you saying my skin is wrinkly?"
Where did THAT come from.
Eh.  We men make stupid comments, why should this surprise me?
Distracting her with a nibble on her neck, I'm quickly forgiven as we lose ourselves and make time stand still and let our worries melt away.

When she got up for water later, she noticed my things on her coffee table.
"You have TWO phones?"
Aw shit. This can be bad.
The CL phone was buzzing with a text msg.  Fucker has a loud buzz that you can hear across the room, more so its on something solid.
"Hey! Is this that new G1? Awesome!  Can I see it?"
LOL.  Technological ADD, I love it.
"Sure, bring it in!"
After we have our glasses of water, I show her my lifeline to the outside world and show her all the features.
She briefly saw this blog, but didn't equate it with me and didn't see the title.
It buzzed briefly in her hands and out of instinct looked at the screen.
One feature betrayed me, when a text comes in, briefly shows the msg.
"KM: I miss you.  I am looking forward to Sunday."  I winced.
"Who's that and what's on sunday?"   She casually asked.
"Someone I might be dating.  We don't know yet. We're going on a date."
"You're looking for a relationship?"
Uh-oh.
"Umm...yeah." I mentally start tracking down my clothes and casually grab my phone for a quick getaway.  You know, just in case.
"Does she swing too?"
I'm not entirely sure where this convo is going, so I hedge.
"She might be open to it." If she's drunk, I didn't add.
"Is she cute?"
"I think so."
"Are you thinking of dating me too?"
Aw shit!  I can't lie, it would be cruel if I did and I already took her for the test drive.
"I thought about it, yes. But I don't think we would be a good match."
"I see." 
I look at her closely, I can almost feel my heart beating through my chest and beads of sweat are ready to pour out.

"Yeah, you're a great guy, but I don't think we would be good together.  I hope it works out with you too."
With that, she proceeds to snuggle with me again.

I take a moment to breathe and savor a moment to relax.

A date with Lumens....

Lumens and I talked briefly and decided to have a dinner date last week.
Well, it wasn't really much of a dinner. 
I picked up some Gyros on the way to her place.
Really wasn't much of a date, either;  we picked at our food  talking until it was decided we needed to go the bedroom after only 10 minutes.
Nothing really earth shattering, just a nice relaxing romp.
Later on, we were simply lying there while I was reviewing emails on my phone when we talking about future party details.  She talked about her fantasies, future party possibilities, and other things in everyday life.
While the sex was satisfying, it just reaffirmed my decision to simply have her as a party girl and not as one for dating.
Fortunately, she was cool with the situation as it was.

Pity about the Gyros, though.  I was hungry.

A day with Lumens was enlightening

Today, I decided that Lumens and I were going to go out, I blew off our plans on Tuesday, so I could spend more time with KM, which turned into a bizarre late dinner, but it worked out all the same.
This was to be awesome sex, followed by a lovely dinner, followed by more fantastic sex.
We made tentative plans for today and she called me as I was heading out the door to pretend to work.
"So are you heading over?"
"For Sex, food, Sex?"
"Yeah, but I haven't eaten lunch and I'm starving, do you mind if we eat first?"
"Sure.  Not a problem."
Looking at the Hell that is Rush Hour in Houston, I told her 40 minutes.
We get there and I walk into her modest home, which is in the same Neighborhood where The Psycho Bitch is.  She invites me in for a moment to finish getting ready.
GOOD LORD! You had 40 minutes! 
Women.
Fortunately, all she had to do is change her blouse, put on some lipstick.
As I take in her surroundings, my eye focused on one thing.
A bong.
Not a big bong, but a bong. I chose to ignore that bit, but I kept it to myself.
She was just about to apply her lipstick when the words, that struck me speechless were, "I'll be outside in a moment, I'm going to take a few hits first."
I went outside to bring the car around and she joined me a couple of minutes later.

Now, don't get me wrong, I am NOT a prude by any stretch of anyone's imagination.  I respect everyone's methods for relaxation, but drugs isn't one. 
Okay, it's only pot.  So I blew it off, so to speak.

When dinner came around, the conversation was bland.
Very bland.
Oh. My. God, Bland.
I kept thinking, that the sex would be worth it.

After we went back, she we chit-chatted a bit.  My brain slowly went to sleep.  I almost had a male version of a triad moment as to whether or not this is worth it.

As we started head over to the bedroom, she started to get undressed and I followed her lead.  Up until she grabbed her BEDSIDE BONG!

Now, my lying nude next to a woman that is also nude may not bring warm fuzzy feelings to you, but imagine my irritation as she proceeded to take a few hits from that. 
At least she was kind enough to offer, but I passed.

The sex wasn't as special as I remembered it.  The Intensity of our bodies weren't there.  Turns out she even loved anal!
Nope. Not enough.

After a few hours, I found myself in the car, wishing that I could shower the date away.

So much for her being dating material.  I decided that perhaps she wasn't the ideal person I was thinking of.

Maybe I'll just invite her to my parties, or whatever, but I don't think we'd be a good match afterall.

Bummer, but whatever, I just hope KM works out.

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. :)

Suddenly, I have OPTIONS??

the CL phone rings on a very boring, cold, and dreary evening here.
"HI, sweetie! Remember me?  We spent a little time together at the hotel on Saturday."
LUMENS!  How appropriate that she would bring a little sunshine to my day!
"Hey, how're you doing, Doll?"
We continued BSing for a few minutes on how her day went, when out of the blue:
"You know, I was wondering if we can have some time together Tomorrow, if you're not busy."
Business was practically dead and my schedule was enormously flexible.
"Same Hotel? When?"
"I get off work at 4, say, 6pm?"
"Sounds like a date!"
We continued talking about lousy the weather was supposed to be over the next couple of days.  
I didn't care, it was going to be sunny for me and it was looking to be a good week.  At least on the sex and potentially, relationship side. We got along fairly well, the sex seemed right, but the personality didn't quite mesh. But I figure that we could spend some time to know each other, we can figure that out in short order. She was open to dating or swinging together. 
I get a text from KM, apologizing about not replying to my text msgs of, "How's my pretty, pretty princess?" but that she was literally putting out fires at work.  We txt a few things and suddenly no response.
Whatever.  Typical of her not respond to txt msgs and, quite frankly, sick of her not following up on her communicating like she promised.

Allow me to backtrack a bit:
Over the past few weeks, I've been sending her with txt messages once or twice a day of "Hi!", "MOO!", and just plain silly things to acknowledge me in some way.
I rarely know when she's at work and I know she's busy enough AT work to not talk to me on the phone.   So I was hoping to get the occasional "Miss you" or whatever.
After a week or so, I finally called and confronted her about it.  I wanted to know if she fully intended to just blow me off or what.
Her response threw me off: 
"I know. I suck.  I'm bad at communicating. I get so involved at work and with the kids (just found out they had *5!* of which her ex has sole custody, but didn't elaborate on custody issues.) when they're in town, I just focus on that!"
Being a single father (she's in college now),  I didn't blame her and felt terrible.
I told her that we'll give January a shot to DATE and see if we're for real or not, December is a month with craziness of Holiday Parties, family, kids home from school, etc.
She readily agreed to the terms and PROMISED she would at least text me a "HI" from time to time.

Back to tonight (last night, whatever), my night droned on a slow business night, I had booked the hotel, fully intending to spend only a few hours.
No sooner had I finished reservations is when my phone rang.
KM!  it was 11:15pm?  What was she doing up?
"Sorry! My phone battery died and I didn't have a charger in the car!"
"Hey, it happens." Granted, mostly to her, but again, 'Whatever.' For all I know it's an excuse.
"Your 'Princess' txt really made my day, though!"
I said a few choice words that escaped my lips and I heard her wince.
"I deserved that.  Can I see you tomorrow night?"
"Sure! Meet where? Waffle house or something for a quick snack before you go to bed?"  I totally forgot about Lumens.
"That sounds good.  If everything works out...maybe 11pm?"
Okay, that means my ending my date with Lumens early, but I'm okay with that. It's mostly sex.
Hell, if things go well, I'll just beg my way out for an hour or so, meet up with KM and then go back to the room.
Brilliant!
"Awesome.  11pm it is!"
"Maybe we can sneak over to my House for a bit?  I REALLY want to make it up to you. But I can't promise the time, might be early or late. We're expecting a shipment in."
Uh-oh.
"Umm....Sure."
FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!
"Great! I'll Text you what time."
We hung up and suddenly I'm terrified.
I COULD proceed with my date with Lumens, end it a bit early, shower, and meet up with KM....
But that would only leave a few hours with Lumens....
No guarantee that KM would keep her appointment....
Lumens is promising, but currently I REALLY like KM.
KM SEEMS to be trying to make it work....
Lumens is okay with dating and swinging....
Suddenly, I'm feeling a little "Skeezy."  Maybe KS was right afterall.