Looks like I may need to head down 95
It looks like the pickin's down south are much better than the ones on the northern side of the Old Dominion. Good job, gents!
I'm a little too frightened to do that, honestly
[QUOTE=Varoom; 1398457]Scott:
I think you have a duty to the boys here to go f*k this militant young gal and report back the sordid details. Oh, she could be a real molitoff cocktail to go off in the sheets; since she may not get too many takers with that warm-up act of hers. You can sure find them brother. J / k about takin this down low. As always, enjoyed the story or your meeting. V[/QUOTE]Vroom,
I'm not sure about that. I'm picturing the final scene of "Looking for Mr. Goodbar", but with me in the role of Diane Keaton. No thanks, though I bet a taste of Scottie Steel would realign her priorities LOL!
I can tell you what Xanadu looks like
Gentlemen,
I wish that I could truthfully say that I have been bedded down in Polo's Pleasure Dome for the past nine hours, but alas, that was not the case. We did meet as planned, and it was mind-alteringly erotic, but I felt compelled to do some actual work this afternoon, and so am only now able to post up.
We met this morning, back at what we are now calling "our hideout", and rather than getting straight to it, I told her that I wanted to know a little more about her. She then proceeded to tell me she has a masters degree in psychology, has traveled extensively in Europe and North Africa, is from a family of three, all women (I'd like to meet the other two) , and really had planned to go on to get her PhD, but instead met Douche Bag, got pregnant, and that was that. She has a love of reading, is proud of her Irish heritage, is interested in architecture (which is what I do) , and loves all kinds of music, art, and is a great cook. I'm done for!
As we were talking, she was looking straight into my eyes, touching me softly here and there, but in a tender way, not like "let's fuck", and generally, it seemed to me, enjoying spending time with someone who was genuinely interested in who she was as a person. I need to digress here just a second, and admit that while Big Scottie was interested in her as a person, Little Scottie just wanted to dive head-first into her pussy. This went on for a good half hour or more, during which time we touched each other more frequently, and moved closer, until it just became obvious what was up next.
Let me just say, she was as hot as Monday. A pale pink cotton blouse, a short black skirt, and velvet slippers with the RL monogram on them. No tights this time, but no panties either! Scottie almost broke the zipper of my khakis trying to get out when we discovered this last fact. Honestly, she is my Catholic schoolgirl dream come true. Buttoned down on the outside, but crazed for fucking just under the surface. We didn't even make it to the bed before I was pounding into her from behind, gazing down at her pale skin and seeing if I could count all the freckles on her shoulders before we switched positions.
My brothers, I am feeling a little squeamish all of the sudden about sharing every detail, which is an indicator of sorts for me, but suffice it to say that she was well-rested, agile, and inventive. When we mutually agreed to a cease-fire, she opened the basket she had brought, and laid out an outstanding picnic lunch for us that was partly store-bought, and partly home made. It was wonderful, actually, and I had to marvel at her thoughtfulness and attention to detail. Her husband must be a real jag-off not to appreciate her, but who am I to complain?
After we finished, she told me she would like to just be held for a while, which I was also thinking, so we sat in bed for a bit, just enjoying each other, until things went where they normally do when I am naked at the same time I am also in close proximity to a naked woman, and we finished our time together with a less-frenzied but still satisfying aerobics session. I really think I could get hooked on her.
Now, if I were to be completely honest, I would have to confess that I am worried that she will start to see me as her next husband, which is something that I fervently want to avoid. On the one hand, I want to keep seeing her as often as our schedules allow, but on the other hand I don't want her to get to focused on me as the solution to all her problems, and, as I have said, her train out of Shitville. Luckily, my work schedule for the next two weeks does not afford me any playtime, so I am hoping that things will cool down sufficiently. I don't want to come home and find a boiling bunny on my stove, but I think we are far from that.
Birthday lunch with ATF tomorrow. Could you call me conflicted? "Yes" is the correct answer. We shall see.
In the meantime, keep up the good work.
Scott