A day at the opera/Cheap hotel sex!

Saturday
We set up a date, hoping for a "celibate" get together and hoping for a showing of "Aida" during the Met's opera season, in which I hope to be a regular attendee and  I wanted to know if she can appreciate such things since she's never been exposed to it.
During the showings, she seemed very interested and seemed to react accordingly. During one of the intermissions, a charming older woman, who I have seen but never met, started up a chit-chat about the opera and previous performances and such and criticism about this and other productions.
No, I'm not an Opera expert, but I DO have certain opinions.
Poor FF.  She seemed so lost at some of my opera jokes. ("Less oboe! Less Oboe!")
Later she admitted to me that she was not used to not being one of the "Smarter" people in the room.  I said a few things to settle down her ego a bit.  Just the same, she was out of her element and she wasn't used to it.
After the lights went on, we got out of the theater, walked to her car, gave her a warm kiss, and a loving spank on her bottom and parted ways.
Her to her kids, and I to my work.
I quickly pulled out of my space and barely entered the roadway when I got a text msg.

FF: We behaved ourselves.

I smiled as I went down the road and parked and put in my response.

ME: Yes, we did.  See? we did it and didn't have sex.
FF:  I know! Can we have the second part of our date tomorrow?
ME:  I think we can manage that.
FF: Can we be naughty at a hotel?
ME: Naughty hotel sex? Deal.
FF: Great!

She went on to describe all sorts of dirty little things that simply tortured me that night.

Sunday Morning-ish

Now one expects that an afternoon full of delights would enable one to simply pop up easily from getting off at about 4am.
No Sirree!
The glare of day had me groaning as I blindly reach for the phone.
I was greeted by a swipe of my Bitchcat's paw.
On my second attempt I retrieved the phone and pried a working eyeball at the small digits.
FUCK! 10am!
I fly -well, stumble really- out of bed, shower and give her a call as I started heading to the shower to confirm our sex marathon.

I wanted something fairly close to her home so she can see to her kids if something had to interrupt us, so that  limited in my choices. Texting her to start driving towards where we met and I quickly searched the area hotels.
Each one was full, but I had to show you this from one of the stops:

Yes, I actually took this photo.  It gave me a bit of a giggle, to say the least. I swear, you can't make stuff like this up.





We settled on one of the few empty places in a motel that had a working WIFI connection, of which she (quite sheepishly) asked for.
After renting the room, I asked her to join me at another little spot for breakfast.
I was famished since I hadn't had anything to eat yet.
She joined me for a cup of coffee* as I devoured my meal.

"Eat up, cutie. You're going to need your energy."

I stopped in mid chew, with must have been a fairly stupid looking stare. At least, more stupid looking than usual.
Her eyes smiled as she looked at me over the coffee cup as she took sip from it and then shifted over to our cars in the parking lot.
No. I'm not that stupid.
I kept on chewing as I quickly slid the room key to her and she ran for the car.
The waitress, alarmed at what seemed might be happening, I waved a $20 in the air as I gulped down as much water to wash down my, not quite finished meal and put it on the table.
She rushed over and eyed the money as I said a hasty "Good day" to her.
A 100% tip would easily pacify the ire of a waitress.
Going through the door, she waved at me as she was speeding out of the parking lot to the hotel that was listed on the key.
By the time I caught up, the door was open, her jeans were on the floor...and she was nowhere in sight.
My puzzlement was instantly answered as she came out of the bathroom wearing a skirt.
A VERY short skirt.

She turned around to apply some lipstick in the mirror and she prepared for an embrace, but she was greeted with a embrace and some neck nibbling.
Any other plans she might have had were gone in an instant as I bent her over in front of the mirror, raised her skirt and entered from behind.
Only a couple of minutes into it, she immediately dropped to her knees to taste herself on my cock and went to the bed for a nice session.
She got up to use the bathroom and asked if it was okay if she used the laptop for a bit, there was something she needed to do.
Telling her I had no problem with that, I turned on the TV and went through the limited selection in channels.
Being sunday, there was nothing on and I flipped through the channels to look for something interesting.
As a football game flickered on she showed interest.
Considering there was nothing else on, I figured it was something to watch while she was on the laptop.
I commented at the score, I was surprised that the Texans were leading.

"Yeah, they had a bigger lead earlier before the half."

I had that stupid look on my face and once again she gave me that sheepish grin.

"I was listening to it on the way in,"  she responded offhandedly.

She knows I'm a baseball guy, so I didn't really care. I was too busy focusing on a tempting bottom as she was bent at her laptop.

"What ARE you doing anyway?"
My curiosity finally got the better of me.
"You're not going to get mad are you?"
WTF?
"Uh...no. Why?"
"I'm updating my Fantasy Football stuff."
"Okay."**

15 minutes or so later, she was back to me doing a bit of snuggling and smooching.  A bit later still, I was reminded that the TV was still on and I joked that we are probably one of the few couples in America that are having a football game on while totally ignoring it, and I reached for the remote.

"Umm..", I looked down, and damnit.  There is that grin again.
"Yes?"
"I wasn't listening to the play by play, I'm just listening to the commentators."
"Wanna watch the last 10 minutes, dear?"
"You're sweet! Thank you!"
I could only just smile and shake my head as she turned away and pushed her bottom into me.

With the game finished, we proceeded for some great sessions, including pictures and vids!***
The highlight of second half (so to speak), was pinning her down in a vulnerable position with her splayed open while I bit and sucked at her breasts.
Her moans got louder and she tried to grind her pelvis into me, but I kept just out of reach.
It was after I reached down to her sex that I realized that she was not only soaked, but drenched.
Towards the end of THAT session, she told me she was having orgasm after orgasm and was obviously (to her) gushing.
She never experienced anything like that before.
Go me. :)

The sun had long set by the time we finally left the room and went to our respective cars.
She whispered to me, "You know, there is nothing like hot and dirty hotel sex."
Scooting out of my reach, she left to go pick up her kids before her soon-to-be Ex arrived.

I can't disagree with her statement.

Heading home, I relaxed at home ready for a long night of paperwork and TV.

It was at 1am when succumbed to sleep.


*being a human of the daytime, she had already eaten just before I was awake.

**Boy, can I pick a good name for them or what?
*** I'll think about posting it if I can edit it enough.

Celibacy...what's that? date updates and catching up.

Well, I've had two dates with her since I last wrote but I've simply been too busy with work, drama, and FF to able to keep up so here is a basic update for the 3 three readers that seem to care. :)

Our date a couple of weeks ago, we tried a simple movie night at her place.
We never made it beyond 30 minutes before clothing started to fall off.

The sex was wild, it was insane, it was JUST this side of rough.
My god how she gushed, it was awesome.
Of course, I HAD to drink up every oz I could; it would be a shame to get it on her couch.

This past weekend, we tried for the celibacy thing again.
Destination:  The Greek Festival.
Damn.  There was rain.  We divert to a mexican joint I love.
We're sitting there and talking.
I love the city.  Vibrant, colorful, tons to do.
"I hope to move near here soon." as I was scooping in some of my tasty meal.
"You like living in town?"
It was that TONE. 
"Yes, near baseball, the museums, theater, etc. I love it."
"So you're not interested in a house?"  I didn't spot it this time.
"Oh, Hell no.  I've done the house thing. Gimme a condo or townhome."
The discussion then went to how she loves the 'burbs.  The quiet.  The peace.

I almost gagged on my breakfast.
Been there. Done that. Hated it.
I mean, not that there is anything wrong with it, but it's not for ME!

The conversation was interrupted by our server and our collective ADD switched topics to a favorite topic: Food.

The date ended with a serious smooching/eating session, as usual in my car.  Go fig.

we managed to meet for a late night dinner or two and things seemed to go well.

Then yesterday I get a text:

Her: "Why do we orture ourselves with dating when we know we can't agree where to live if we're together?"







WTF? Where did THAT come from?  During some of our talks, I suggested a public school within the city that specializes in the career he was interested in.  Since she was new to the city, she had no idea it existed and seemed somewhat taken aback that such an opportunity was there.

We texted a bit furiously after that and asked her if she just wanted to call it off, she responded with the following:

"I won't bring it up again. Friend just advised me o grow up and live for what I've got and not plan for future but let things happen."

Lord how people over-analyze things when they're dating.

"There but by the grace of God go I"

The well known utterance by John Bradford, who actually said; ""There but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford."
Anyway.
There has been a number of fellow bloggers who appear that their worlds have been shaken by some personal calamity of some nature, whether its financial, emotional, or marital.  Being keenly aware of what seems to be a chain of drama, I was wondering when it was going to hit someone I knew.
Little did I realize how true my prediction would be, but I didn't think it was going to be ME!
I'm continuously aware of how one's fortune is incredibly tenuous at times. More-so than most people actually believe, really.  It's not merely those that are very poor that can go down a slide, but those of the super rich as well.
Madoff and Stanford are those that decided that the wealthy need a blow to their egos and get ripped off.  The ones that have been on the news after such issues just seem to be in a major state of shock when they find themselves, quite literally penniless overnight.

Whenever I see someone who is less fortunate or going through some trial in life, I always say a small prayer giving thanks, that I am not in their position and strive hard to not to be in the same situation.

Without getting into too much details, I can say I had my own Madoff, but on a VERY smaller scale.
Basically, most of my liquid assets were totally wiped out.
Not to say I'm broke, I still have other savings, but some things need to be pushed back a bit.  Needless to say I was more than a little peeved about the whole thing.
After talking to Starfish, Football Fan, and some other friends about it (and in slightly greater detail) they were amazed on how calm I was.
I wasn't screaming, crying, throwing tantrums, or cursing.
Well, maybe I was cursing a little.
To me, it just simply seemed like a waste of energy and I needed to take stock and form a plan of action.
I took a day off to recover and drown my sorrows in pasta, eventually coming to the realization that I am going to survive, that I can recover from this, that nothing has changed.
I mean, aside from being a little lighter in the pockets and my waistline took a massive hit, there was little or no damage.

My only major concern was some immediate expenses that needed to be looked after and a trip that I am planning.*  

Well, maybe one more concern.

After I hung up the phone in a slight case of depression and a prolonged Texting convo with FF, I asked her the following:

"So does this change things?"
"What does?" she eventually responded.
"My being broke."  She doesn't know the extent of my finances, not that they are THAT extensive.
"Why do you say that?"
"Well, you seemed fairly concerned about it and asked. Remember?" I wondered if she genuinely forgot.
"Did I sound that shallow to you when I asked that question? Really am sorry if I did.  I don't care, I like you for who you are."
"Thanks."
"We will just have cheap dates for a bit.  Maybe more smooching and fewer movies."

That set my mind at ease, she went on to apologize again for a bit longer and eventually told her that I wanted to be alone and sulk.

My time of my pity party is over, though. 
Time to pick myself up and move on and get to work.
Still, it was a perfectly good waste of an excuse to get totally wasted on Vodka, but I can't afford it right now.  I'll make an appointment to be depressed around April, I should be able to afford another good bender by then.



*Yes. I'm still throwing that party, but it's now an act of defiance.  I'll stick to that story.

Texting promises, concerns, AND a prank...

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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.

Rainy days blues....not so much.

The weather here sucks, and I decided work could wait tonight as I was just too antsy to do anything productive.
Several hours ago, I sent Football Fan a Text to see if she was up for a dinner/date thing and finally returned a msg a bit ago.

We were on.  Since I was going to her part of town, I suggested a good mexican place and maybe a movie.  I asked her if she wanted to hit a bar afterwards;
"You know I don't have to drink to put out."
Those were words I wasn't expecting, but I did a little jumping for joy inside my head.
There's plenty of room for that.
Really.
"Two hours?"
"You're on."
I dash off to the shower, shave and just waiting for some "emergency laundry" to be done.


See ya!

The Second date: The Test of Celibacy

After talking (and considerable Texting), we decided that we need to keep sex off the table for awhile.  Having decided there was a bit of chemistry on our last date, it turned into an all make-out session in my car.* 
Determining that we needed to see if we have more in common than sex, there was a decision to make a conscientious effort to keep our hands off each other, enjoy a movie, talk a bit, and then be our way.

That was the goal.
I mean that.

We went to a theater to watch "The Hangover"**, but spent some time to just chit-chat about stuff in our lives and try to find an additional connection.
She loved the movie, I enjoyed watching it again, and we were on our way to walk over to her car.  We were side by side looking out over the parking lot as we just leaned against the car talking about things in general.
For some reason, she mentioned that this time, she wore shorts that were a LITTLE tighter than last time.  These were a newer purchase since she has been steadily been losing weight.
I noticed she had "pretty panties" when she showed how much she had lost since she purchased them.
My comment was, along the lines of, "You got the pretty panty things going on, eh?  Well, you already know I go commando."
There was a pause.
I quickly tried to change the subject by saying the movies seemed pretty busy tonight.
She didn't let it go.
"You don't wear anything? I didn't notice that last time" she said in that innocent voice.
"Well, maybe on our next date I'll show you.
She continued onto the driver's side of the car and was ready to open the door to kiss her goodbye.

She opened the rear driver's side door and climbed in before I could fathom what she was up to.
"Hop in and remind me."
Oh shit!
I quickly turned around and pondered the situation.
No.
I can't go in.
The parking lot was PACKED with cars and people going in and out of the theater.
We were parked under a LIGHT!
No.
She looked at me and smiled.
Taking in a deep breath, and mutter a few prayers.
Really. I did.
Turning back towards her, I was greeted with a wicked smile and her hand on mine beckoning me in.
Any resolve that I was building crumbled in an instant.****
Okay.
Smooching.
Just smooching.
Not even settled into my seat she was sitting up on her side of the car and her hand reached to my cock.
Aw fuck.
She moved my shorts to the side, grabbed my cock, and was instantly in her mouth in seconds.
Never had a chance to make even a feeble attempt at a protest.
Her enthusiasm for a blowjob was amazing, but my hands were craving access from the back.
The tighter shorts that she was so excited about worked against me.
Damn them!
After I reached blow her, I was able to tickle her clit, within seconds, I felt her mouth quicken in pace and was greeted by a warm liquid as she had her first orgasm, one of three that came in rapid succession.
"I want to lick you dry, baby", I said.
Without hesitation, she sat up, unbuttoned and removed her pants.  She was leaning up against her side within a minute.
Kneeling down, I was licking and sucking her clit, when I felt her tense up and she squeezed out liquid out of her. 
Quickly clamping my mouth to cover her entire pussy, I sucked down all that she gave me.  Barely a chance to gulp down the first rush, when she started to flood mouth again that accompanied a muffled scream.
I managed to contain it in my mouth, when she came AGAIN.*****  This time the scream was unmistakable and cause no small amount of panic after I sucked it down.
Quickly looking around, there was no one around us. 
The tinting and fogged up windows helped us quite a bit.
After I reassured her that things were okay, I turned up the heat a bit.
Kissing her with her juices on my face, she seemed to get even more turned on with what I had in mind next; inserting two fingers in her pussy to rub on her G-spot and two fingers in her ass was something that she REALLY seemed to enjoy.
The flow that went into my mouth was a testament on how much she enjoyed having a little DP action and I kept this up for at least a good five minutes or so until she begged for me to stop.
It was then that she pushed me back to go back to giving me that delicious blowjob when she stopped a few minutes later.
"Did you bring condoms?" she quickly asked.
"No. I purposely didn't bring any.No sex, remember?"
"Shit, but to hell with it."
She immediately climbed on...but I held a firm stance.
"Are you sure."
"Shut up and let me straddle you."
Hey! I DID try!
With that, I felt myself entering her, but I didn't have to do much.  Once again, I felt her muscles clamp down on my shaft and a river of her juices flowing down****** and pooling under me and she was off me within a minute.
We fooled around for a few more minutes when it was decided she needed to leave to get back to her kids.
Peeking out, I made my getaway, gave her a long kiss goodbye and casually walked to my car only two rows away.*******




*You know, after a certain age, one expect that car sex is behind you.  It's still fun, but I'm just sayin'.
** Her first time, my second, but I loved the movie.
*** a lovely Velvet-y shamrock green and about an inch of room.
**** Shut up, Starfish.
***** She later told me, that it was the combination of the suction, moaning, and the fact that I was REALLY enjoying it that caused this series of orgasms...all within 2 or 3 minutes.
****** When I left, my khaki shorts totally soaked up front...and back.  Thank god it was late.
******* I asked how many orgasms she had, but as close as she could figure, she had about 12 at least. Nice. I wish we men could do that!

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.

Dating in the Dark Week 6

Jose, middle school music teacher who admits he has "Zero Game."
Jeff, Bartender and normally asks out "Hot Women."
Deanne, Freelance TV reporter
Renee, Jewelry Designer
Gina, Yoga Teacher


The FBI profiler

Gina seemed like she was brutally honest
Renee, he found her to be guarded and a girl next door.
Deanne is "Not a discloser" and will probably not open up completely.

Gina and Matt met up for their first date and they picked each other. and there seemed to be a connection.

Renee and Jose:
He commented that his biggest fear is the rejection from women.
Her wanting to stand up with him and made an immediate comment about his spikey hair, and seemed to be measuring his height, but instead made a comment about his hair.  At first glance (stare in the dark?) there didn't seem to be much of a connection.

Jeff invited Deanne, but there was no suggestion that a click was there aside from allowing him to touch her face, which she admits was a big step forward.


Gina and Jose's second date, they seemed like they were quite "comfortable" right now and he took a chance and initiated a kissed.  Gina was very receptive and gave him high remarks about it.


Using the compatibility scores, this is how they matched up:
Renee and Jose  with 70%
Gina an Matt with 62%
Deanne and Jeff with 63%

Jeff and Deanne's date seemed to reaffirm their connection.  The only reservation she has is how he seems to prefer to hot women and makes himself to out to be a stud and fears she is not going to be good looking enough for him.

Jose and Renee' date and he brought up how he felt that she was checking out his height.  She responded that she usually dates taller men, but that it wasn't a deal breaker.
Really? If it 's not a deal breaker, why check it out IN THE DARK??
She then puts out there that she likes guys to take chances, but refuses to give ground on a simple kiss. He comments on this very fact and is fairly put off by it.


Gina and Matt's date he proclaims that he seems seems more chemistry to her than the other women, but was put off by Jose being so excited to be with her. But that the "gloves are off" when it turned out he also kissed Renee.  Gina seemed quite game, considering she found out about the kiss as well. She seemed quite surprised to realize that she may have more of a connection with Matt than Jose.

While the ladies were talking about their various dates, Deanne realizes that if she doesn't let her guard down, she's probably not going to meet anyone.


Final Date:
Jeff and Deanne both seemed to get along very well and Jeff seems genuinely excited over her.  He's nervous about how he is going to react to the reveal?

Matt and Gina's date seemed to go well, but he confided in her that he may not be as appealing as he seems to be during the reveal.  She's a bit nervous about the lack of confidence he's displaying about the reveal and seems to be putting her off by that.

Jose and Renee's date, she goes in saying that she is bound and determined to let down her guard.  She realizes this is a problem and is hoping to get over it.
He seems to recognoize that this is a big step for her and he starts to reveal something about himself as well by displaying the Dogtags from the military.  He says that by joining the Military, he had a comittment that he entered into completely and wished to reinforce the fact that he will enter a relationship the same way.

okay ladies, everyone say, "AWWWWW!"

he seems like SUCH a great guy. She's an idiot if she lets him get away.



Reveal:

Jose' and Renee:  With her reveal, he smiles and mouths "Wow!".  During his reveal, she smiles and apparently is pleased.  He comments later that she is "Very Very pretty!" (I agree!).  She comments that he's "really, really cute."(He is!) But doesn't know if she is able to be with him.

Jeff and Deanne:  When she is revealed, he doesn't have much of a reaction.  When he is revealed, she smiles and nods her head.  Later she tells the girls that he's really hot. (Really?)  He tells the guys that "He's on the fence" and that he wasn't knocked over by her, but is happy.

Matt and Gina:  when she is revealed, he simply smiles.  When he is revealed, her eyebrows are raised and she shakes her heads.  After wards claims that he looks like he's 40 with the beard and doesn't see herself with him.


The Balcony:


Matt is quite happy with Gina and wants to date.   She is quite on the fence on the whole matter.  She is fond of him, his appearance put her off.   Gina decided that he isn't the match for her.  She feels like she's being a "superficial bitch".   Dude. Shave the beard!


Jose wishes to continue with Renee'.  She realizes that he is a great guy, but isn't sure which way the relationship is going to go.    She also walks out the front door because she didn't feel a "romantic" connection.   I think she was the biggest fool. He's a GREAT guy!  Damn, woman!


Jeff and Deanne.  He says that she didn't light his fire, physically, but is an amazing woman overall.  He comes out on the Balcony and they wished to see how they want to go further.  He acknowledges that she's a great person and he needs to let go of his previous hangups.  Personally, I don't see this happening and don't give them long.


This is the final week, so that's the end of THIS drivel from me.
Considering how it went over the entire run, only 7 of the 15 couples walked off together, it didn't seem to promising for dating overall. 

A night at the Opera; The (Un)magical Flute

Tonight's date and I went to a showing of Mozart's "The Magic Flute" that was (re)broadcast from the NYMet from the 2006 performance.
The Date that I went to was surprised that I wanted to go to this, but was something new for her. While she has attended several plays, she's never been to attended an opera.  I, on the other hand, try to attend these as often as I can, since these are more agreeable to my schedule than attending an actual performance at the Hobby Center or The Wortham.*
My date arrived at a nearby food establishment and had just burgers and fries and a couple of beers.
The topics ranged about our work, her work, her family, etc.
No spark.
None.
Looking at my watch, the clock ticked way too slow for my taste.
Meandering over to the theater, we take our spots in a quickly filling theater and we talk a bit longer about Operas, Mozart, and Art in general.
She hints that she's thirsty.
"I'll take a coke."
She just looks at me.
"Okay. a LARGE coke."
"You're not going to go get it?"
So far this whole thing has been on my dime, you would figure she'd at least spring the 4 bucks (or whatever) for a drink.  So much for a "casual" date.
I hand her my credit card, "Go have fun."
She leaves, slightly disappointed, while I open up my phone, and drool over Library Vixen's latest entry, and check up on email.
Arriving a few minutes later, she hands me my coke and, to my relief, the opera starts.
She tries to ask me something, unrelated to the opera and I "Shhh" her.

A short time later, it was over, she looked at me and said, "I don't get it."
The production wasn't the best, so for a person not familiar with it, I could understand her confusion.  She was fond of Papageno, didn't think Pamina was attractive, but Tamino had an excellent voice.   She also seemed quite impressed with the wardrobe (which I agreed were awesome). 
Begging off that I was tired, I offered to walk her to her car, give her a small kiss and walk away.

Yep. No magic there at all.
I immediately deleted, and did a casual chat with Starfish.  It was a short convo since I had the sudden urge to simply sleep early.
Time for CL again.

*Yes, I really AM someone with varied interests.

Dating in The Dark Week 2

I was a total girl tonight with this show.  I got ice cream, curled up with Bitch-cat and watched.


OMG, Megan and Matt really got hot in the room.  I dug how they were talking smack to each other, daring to see what would happen next.  Kinda' makes me wonder how heavy it got in that room.  The reveal was disappointed on his reaction, though.   These two had a better click than I thought they would and I'm glad it worked out.

Chrystee and Jason, seemed to connect really well. Understanding his apprehension with her religious views if they don't share it can be a bit of a downer.  Was it a deal breaker for him? Probably.  One has to be able to see how that extends over to their "life."  It's important to her, but obviously, too important for him to care about.

Lindsey and Doug:  Was surprised that he made the comment on her complexion during the reveal, considering they seemed to have good chemistry.  Even though they left the show together, I was a bit disappointed by that comment from him.

I thought all the women were attractive (in my opinion), but the one I gathered that would be the skeeziest of the six, was Jason.  Unfortunately, that showed it's ugly head.  But at least he didn't trash her looks,but her personality, which is something I can kinda' respect.

Cranial Ex-lax a mid year recap!

You know, I with Sharon's parting, its kinda' hard not to take the departure and my lack of successful dating in stride at times.
I was bemoaning my problems with a couple of people when they just looked at me like I was insane.  From what I have been *TOLD*, my I've been a rather prolific dater.
Really?
Prolific?
IS that something to strive for?
A couple of fellow blogger friends have commented that they wished they dated/Laid as much as I have.
What?  Really?

Feel free to skip this portion and go to see the women in my past.
Let's do a mid-year recap:

I've dated EIGHT (8) women since I've started this blog.
Believe it or not there have been two or three others that were so insigificant that I erased them from my memory!

One is a workahalic mother of 7 (or is that 6?) kids who was freshly divorced and proclaimed herself too insane to date.  Plus she didn't like my hobby.*  Several drama filled months of that crap.

Next was a psychic reader/hippy chick (translation: would have been KINKY!) who had some financial and distance issues.  Disaster was written all over it. Done.

Lumens, who we went on a date or two and then disappeared after she said she found a different job and boyfriend.

Then there was KS, a chick who initially answered a gangbang ad and then thought about dating as well.  Oddly enough, she saw me nude on the first "date" at a party and haven't seen her since.**

Lauren, Lovely woman. I liked her, but I don't think there was any chemistry. It was somewhat a relief when she pulled the cord and jumped off.

Latina:*** was hoping for some sort of connection as far as heritage goes****, only to find out she has some really odd ticks and has some strange conspiracy theories.

Teaser: The first girl who googled my original email and found this blog and made me go into a total panic.  We've met in, what I think, a bad case of timing.  I have some drama and work issues that is taking quite a bit of my time, while she is innudated with work and having time issues as well. Not to mention she's thinking of heading out of state.

I mean, C'mon!
Yes, that's only a partial list of the women I've dated, but you get the point.
While I don't plan on giving up dating, you can see how it's a bit daunting.
Just hard to figure out what women are thinking at times when they put themselves out there.  There have been a few expectations where they want every man they meet is a male hunk with blonde hair, blue eyes, that earns 6 figures.

How can a typical putz compete with such expectations?




*God knows what she would have said if she knew the entire extent of it.
**Maybe that had something to do with it? 
***What's up with all the "L"s?
**** Remind me to write a rant about Latin/Mexican chicks on why I generally don't date them.

An experiment in dating...

Anyone that has dated for any amount of time (everyone on the planet), you know that there is always a huge amount of pressure when it comes to dating.
You have to not only look for someone that appeals to you, but critizing yourself to make sure YOU appeal to THEM.

Tonight there is a show called "Dating in the dark" that seems to bring a topic on dating. In many ways, it's quite like online dating in a sense that you will not be able to see who you're talking to.  However, the difference is that you can sense, feel, and hear your date, but you can't see them.  From my understanding of the show, the whole "meeting" and getting to know of the person will take place completely in the dark.  Several of the commercials have shown that a number of the "contestants" consider looks high on their priority list.


The interesting part of it is how they will react once they see who they eventually got to "know" in the dark room.  Will they get to really like the personality they is presented in the dark room and then "dislike" what they see?

I'm not that much into looks, but rather be more into their personality.  Now if you find a good looking guy/girl with a stunning personality, and from personal experience; a rarity.

I won't be home for the show, but I plan on TiVo'ing it a bit later and look forward to it.

Teasing midnight snack

We finally decided for a bit of a meeting.

Not really a date.  In fact, I don't really know what to call it.
You comment and put in your .02 and we'll see..

There was a bit of a deliberation on when to get together to figure out our status with our dating.  Particularly after she dropped the bomb on me a few days previously, so we agreed for a Wednesday night get together, with the potential of some naughtiness and smooching.

Oh yes. Smooching.  I love it.
We met up in the back of a popular 24hr eatery at about midnight in the back, and we greeted each other for an embrace and then confessed that she needed to go inside for a bit.
After finding a booth, we merely got a couple of cokes, chit chatted a bit about our personal and professional dramas.  Taking an obligatory sip of our insanely flat and overpriced cokes, I asked if she wanted to crawl into the backseat.
After taking a look at her car, I decided the tint on mine was a bit darker and we dived in.

While there was considerable smooching and naughtiness that ensued, we got to talking about our status.
*I* THINK we talked about dating but not being exclusive until she figured out what she wanted to do.  She was rather open to being a guest or a party favor of one of my parties.

Yeah, it was fairly fun meeting and somewhat productive.

Excuse me now, I need to take a shower because I'm all sweaty.

Absence of Malice...

I have been asked a number of times if I feel bitter towards the women that I have dated through Craig's list.

With little hesitation, I can honestly say, "No."  Considering how many women I've been with over the years, is rather extraordinary, I would imagine.  I don't have any sense of bitterness of any of the women that I have met over the entirety of my "dating career".   If anything, I miss quite a few of them and I had wished it had worked out better and came out with more of them as friends with all of them instead of just a few.

All of the women that I have met recently were wonderful people; it's just some were a bit crazier than others.
Even when I speak of the mother of my child (spit), I wish her the best; but I would be lying if I didn't have some small amount of glee when I hear some form of comeuppance occur to her because of some idiocy has come back to hit her from some years past.
 
But I digress.

Every single one of the women I have dated, I wished the best. Period.  I want them all to have glorious lives and to be happy.*
There is no comprehension of how some people have a tendency to simply have ugly breakups, but perhaps I was lucky.

Some of the nightmares I've heard that I never had to endure:

Financial(Stolen or embezzled from, Owed, assets not returned, bills not paid, arguments over money),
Mental (Abuse**, degraded**, forced to watch too many chick flicks or the Oxygen Network for hours at a time), or Physical Trauma (Physical and sexual abuse**, Shot, stabbed, anything you should appear on Springer on, etc).

I guess I should consider myself quite lucky, because if any of that occured, I would simply walk away and I would have some negative feelings for those.

* Except that one mentioned previously.
**Non Consenual, that is..

Updates with Teaser

I have had quite a bit of personal drama and work which made it close to impossible to be able get another date with Teaser, but since then we have been talking more and talked about our potential.
Yesterday she dropped a bit of a bomb.
"I'm thinking about moving to St. Louis."
"Really?"
"Yes. My two oldest are gone, and it's just my little one (11y.o.) with me.  I have nothing keeping me in Texas and my family is in St. Louis."

I was a bit taken aback by the whole situation.


This totally changes things between us.   I can't "Date" someone LTR with someone who MIGHT move out of town.   We were unable to finish the conversation, but later on we decided that we would meet at a 24hr joint about midnight.
We promised some smooching action, but I think she's rather open to different possibilities of our relationship, but this talk needs to air things out before we can go forward.

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.

Caught! Enter The Teaser

Having put up a ad on CL a couple of weeks ago, I waited for the responses to trickle in and it didn't take long.

After the intial group was fine, but it wasn't for me and eventually dropped the conversations.

One of my favorites was a woman whose responses were three or four words typed from her blackberry.

After I'd asked her what she was up to for the weekend, her response:

"Probably spend it with kiddos."

Okay.
Being the kind of guy who wants to engage in a conversation, I responded; "Oh? Cool? What are the ages? I'm thinking about heading to a movie and...blah..blah..blah"

Response was simply their ages and it sounded like fun. (!)
I went on and discussed general stuff and the response was always two or three words.
After about a day, I was wondering if she was trying to blow me off, "Are you a woman of few words, or is it just a pain to type on a blackberry?"

"Not short of words just while driving."
"You know, you could always just type when you have time and then hit send."

She laughed, but the pattern continued.
I finally got sick of it after a few more hours and blew her off.

Just because there is an email in your crackberry doesn't mean you have to send a short letter instantly!  I mean, really, when dealing with someone you're pursuing a relationship with, we can handle a little delay between emails if there is a bit of substance to it.

Another of the candidates I have been emailing seemed to get along quite well.  We seemed to have the same general interests and I was fairly optimistic.

During a lull in my day, I started reading an email from her and while the initial tone gave me caution,  she had stumbled across something incriminating.  While I suspected she MIGHT have come across the blog, I wasn't going to confirm or deny anything until I knew WHAT she found.  She strongly hinted that perhaps it was better to just call the whole thing off.
I feigned innocence and asked what she found?  I was fairly certain she didn't find the blog, but probably got me confused with some OTHER idiot.
The next letter contained two links two both of my blogs.   While I was in a store at the time, it was all I could do to giving a visible reaction.   In my mind, I ran around screaming like a little girl and wondering what to do.

Outside, I was the calm cool demeanor that I try to exude....but for a bit there, I thought I wet myself a little bit.

She went on to explain that her ex husband and her both into "The Lifestyle" and didn't think she could go down that road.  After I explained that I was sincere that I am open to changing my ways, she was more than a bit skeptical.
Not that I blame her in the least, but I believe we can.

She continued reading portions of both of my blogs and seems to be coming around.   I have no idea why, but she seems to.  So this should be interesting.

HI HON!

STUPID, STUPID, STUPID ME!

Looking at my phone, I saw the subject matter of the latest email:

Lauren wants to connect to you on Yahoo!

WTF?
I reread the title several times.
In fact, I may have done it at least 10 times before I finally opened the email.

It was a typical "Let's connect on Yahoo."
Sitting on the email for a few hours, I accepted the "Invitation" and waited, but being an impatient person, I decided to send her a message:

Hey there,
How're you doing?  Is everything okay with you?
Was a bit surprised about the invitation.

I mean, even though she broke off our dating suddenly, I wished her no malice.

Several hours later, while nodding off at an awards dinner my phone was buzzing.
Praying it was an alien polite enough to abduct me from my current circle of hell, or perhaps even the Grim Reaper offering to take me out of my suffering; instead I receive the following:

I'm good, how are you?
What invitation?

Aw shit!  I had forwarded the original "invitation" while before taking another stab at what is supposed to be chicken on my plate.
I explain the situation to Starfish, when she came up a plausible story:


Could it be that she just signed up for yahoo and it automatically sent out the "invitation."



It has been a number of years since I signed up, so I couldn't come up with an alternative theory. Now, I'm dealing with a door I accidently opened that should have remained closed.

STUPID!  I should have just ignored it!

Additionally:  I haven't had any takers on my latest ad and no new takers, which is just as well.  Being busy with the party and all, plus some other drama in my life and job, I just don't have time for any real dating for the next couple of weeks at least.


I think I need to take another couple of weeks off and go on a bender for a bit. 

So long, Latina...

Well, our initial dates and meetings got off to a rough start with my being sick, her being sick, my being busy, and her being busy.  I tried calling a couple of times, admittedly half-heartedly, but never got a call back for several days.

I think its safe to call this one gone as well. 
Aside from out political views on some things, her weird ideas on conspiracy theories was sorta' a deal breaker for me.

See ya!