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WHEW!!!

What a long few weeks/months, it's been.

It started off with taking a job I thought was out of my league. But in the end, with the help of some fantastic workers and friends, we pulled out all the stops, got the job done right, and chalked up another satisfied customer.
There were plenty of long days, longer nights, and lots of missed times with family and friends, however in the end our 2 week vacation made it all worth it. And we're all back to work refreshed, and ready to go.

Inbetween all that working, I found time for 3 new encounters, 2 from Ashley Madison of all places, and 1 from a highly unlikely place.

Gabriella, Kim & Kelly - 3 gals that kept me sane during an otherwise crazy and nerve wracking summer.

Oh How Time Flies

It's been a while since my last post and I wish I had time to tell my tales.

I ended up winning a project that has me on site every day, however their wireless internet connection doesn't allow me to go to many websites at all. Not even this one.

Unfortunately I'll be there for a few more weeks, possibly a month, then it's a long overdue vacation for myself and my staff. I'm trying my best to keep up with the blogs I follow - and not just on Thursdays.

While being this busy has certainly helped the bank account, I really miss you guys and hope to back in my entirety, real soon.

Bright Lights, Not So Big City Final

Everyone was headed to the water to get a good viewing spot as the fireworks display was about to begin so we decided to head back to the house and catch it on tv. I snagged the last parking spot on the block and we walked back arm in arm. We crashed onto the couch with our drinks and some snacks, the last thing I remember was a bright red explosion.

Opening my eyes I see Michelle's eyes looking up at me, she's kneeling on the carpet, her hands pushing my legs apart, her mouth clamped around 1 testicle then the other, her tongue swirling about. A quick glance at the clock followed by some quick math:

Holy Shit, I've been asleep for 2 hours?!?!
Yeah, you snored a bit too.
Did not.
Oh yeah you did.
Why didn't you wake me up earlier?
I tried, believe me I tried.
And nothing?
Nothing till now.
Whoa.

She worked on me for about 20 minutes and I didn't feel as hard as I usually get, IMO. I was nice and erect, but not hard. I pulled Michelle off the floor and had her straddle my hips. I kissed her while helping myself to her breasts - first above her clothing, then soon under her blouse and bra, to finally getting her topless. The area just between a pair of breasts is one of my favorite places to lick, suck and nibble on; coupled with my hands massaging her breasts and working on her hardening nipples, it wasn't long before Michelle was moaning her approval in my ear. I moved my mouth to her neck leaving a slight reminder of that weekend - she'd call me the following Wednesday and tell me she got many stares that day and loved every minute of it. I supoprted her with one arm as she arched her back, giving me unfettered access to her breasts. I concentrated on one nipple furiously flicking, sucking and nibbling on it until it became quite distended and erect. At that oint, I changed gears and began flicking at it slowly and deliberately, feeling its stiffness upon the tip of my tongue.

Sliding to the side, Michelle pulled me down on top of her, pulling me close as we kissed. She commented the following morning that when we have our makeout sessions, it's as if we're two teenagers given free reign of an empty house for the first time. She's definitely an excellent kisser, just the right amount of lip and tongue with various degrees of pressure applied at the right time - mmm, mmm, good!! We went through a box of condoms in various places of the house - the living room, kitchen, spare bedroom, basement and almost outside by the jacuzzi but the threat of kids in the area quickly squashed that idea.

The next morning we had a late breakfast on account of one last romp that lasted far longer than expected. After finally cumming, not only did I surprise myself in the amount I ejaculated, but the thickness, given the previous night's activities. Go me!!

She slept 90% of the ride home and I ran my hand lazily over the parts of her body I could reach as I drove. We got back to town in time for a late lunch and some ice cream from a seasonal shop that's the current hot spot. We got to her place just before it all melted and somewhere in between eating the ice cream and bringing her bags in from the car, we fit in a nice oral session that ended with me sitting on her stairs while she stood above me, grinding down on my face.

It was the best end to a weekend, I've ever had.

Shopping Time

Got this from a friend who knows I like shopping at Banana Republic - it's a coupon for 30% off.

You can use it over and over again and is good at BR, the Gap & Old Navy!!

Just click on the link and you'll be taken to Rapidshare.com.
Click FREE USER then wait about a minute and your download link will appear. It's a .pdf file that you need to print out and take with you to the store.

But hurry!! The sale is going on now, and ends Sunday August 2nd!!

Happy Shopping!!

Mission Accomplished

Over a mini breakfast of bagels, juice and coffee, Maureen and I had a wonderful train ride which culminated in an exchange of numbers.

Must have been the poppy seed bagels.

I Think She Likes Me

Every morning for the past three weeks, the same woman has sat across from me on the train. I chalk it up to people being creatures of habit - plus the fact that there aren't many seats available when we get to her stop. We're cordial to one another, chatting and commenting every now and then. There's been a little bit of flirting, but nothing too obvious. Until today.



It started with one leg up on the side and ever so slightly her dress hem came higher and just a wee bit higher while we were talking. After taking the photo, I put the cellphone away and stared into her eyes as we talked, occassionally glancing a peek down. And she didn't seem to mind.

I think I'm gonna ask for her number tomorrow..

Aftermath

Some thoughts from this weekend's festivities:

Announcing to everyone to treat my home like their own was the best thing I did that night.
People are respectful so long as they're having a good time.
A good time doesn't necessarily mean getting bombed. But having plenty of drinks helps alot too.
The cleaning lady is coming back today. Possibly again tomorrow too.
Bringing the tvs to the masses outside, was way better than bringing the masses to the tvs inside. Best thing I did 2.
There will never be to many filet mignon kebabs.
Seeing Beth arrive as someone's date, didn't really bother me. Having Michelle introduce her and her date to the host of the house - priceless!!
Can't wait for the next UFC PPV in August.

Come One, Come All

What was supposed to be a quiet night watching UFC 100 with Michelle, has somehow turned into a full blown viewing party complete with roast pig [as in the whole thing!], 3 card tables a fully stocked bar and a complete catering job from a local restaurant. Someone mentioned portable "dancing" poles, but those haven't been confirmed yet.

I'm getting a feeling this is going to be a weekend to remember.

And not in a good way.

Bright Lights, Not So Big City

Saturday morning drives are simply the best when there's no one on the road, it's a beautiful sunny day out, you've got a nice crispy and warm NY bagel with a schmear of cream cheese and a slice of lox, and oh yeah, a warm slender hand stroking your cock as you make your way down the highway. Such was the start of my 4th of July weekend.

The plans were for me to pick Michelle up Saturday morning and then we would head out. We realized while on cam together Friday night, that it was a waste of time for me to wait till morning, so I picked her up at about 10PM. I made us a light dinner - grilled salmon and veggies - and we crashed on the couch watching a Rescue Me marathon [ahh the wonders of the dvr!!].

A few hours later, I woke up in a spoon position, my hand not only up Michelle's shirt, but tweaking a nipple. And her still sound asleep. Go figure. I slid my hand under her cotton shorts and placed my palm directly over her mound giving her a firm nudge. A smile crept over her face and we took a few minutes to get reacquainted, morning breath be damned!!

Once the car was packed and double checked we headed out to the best bagel store in the world - Hot Bagels - got our order and off we went. We had about an hour and a half drive so we fired up the iPod and enjoyed the scenery. It wasn't long before hands were roaming - mainly my hand on her thigh - in a glad we're spending time together, kind of way. I was running my fingertips across her skin when Michelle said it was her turn. She then proceeded to slide her hand up my cargo shorts, under my boxers and began slowly and deliberately stroking me while I drove. Not only did we carry on a conversation, but she had a book in her other hand, and I had a bottled water in mine. Multitaskers, unite!!

We made it to Hoboken, dropped our stuff off and made our way around the town. It's a nice, kinda small, somewhat quiet, place. We found a place to get some food that was rather overpriced I thought, and somewhat small in portion - but I guess that's what you get when you live right across from the Big Apple. We brought some stuff back to my friend's townhouse and just chilled out a bit. That was to be the main theme of the night.

The plan was to make dinner, then head up to the terrace just outside the main bedroom and catch the fireworks display. But when I got a call from the homeowners checking in, they said they had made a reservation a while back at the Chart House in the next town over. Though it is part of a chain, they said it was definitely worth it, since we both liked seafood. We debated for a while and I guess the drive finally got to me because I wasn't in the mood to cook. So off we went. And we were glad we did. The fish appetizers were so fresh, the surf and turf was out of this world, and the desserts were splendid. We drank wine, had good food, & laughed together.

It was a fantastic night that was about to get even better.

Weekend Wrapup

These two pics pretty much sum up the holiday weekend - lots of fireworks and lots of FUN!!

A more detailed write up will follow within the next day or two.

Hope everyone had a fantastic and fun filled weekend!!

On A Brighter Note

Michelle just texted me that she'd be able to make it this weekend. She does have to get to work for a bit on Firday so we're going to head down early Saturday morning, check out Hoboken, watch the fireworks, do brunch on Sunday then head back home.

With work keeping us both busy and tied up, it will be a welcome couple of days to relax, unwind and chill out together.

She's Baaaaaack

Got a Facebook friend request from the nutty one last night. I kept thinking that it had to be a mistake. That maybe she let Facebook access her email account/address book and send requests to everyone in it. I mean there's no way after what happened last time, she would request to be my friend.

Right??

Either way, all the texts and emails she has sent me are all printed out and bundled quite nicely. I'm pretty sure I have a case against her should she try and bring anything against me.

Needless to say, I ignored that friend request...

1 Down, 1 To Go

Found out last night that Michelle is a lover of all things fireworks. She loves the colors, the brightness, the loudness and the timing of a fireworks display done right. This led me to cashing in some of the favors that are owed to me by various people.

At first I was going to rent a room in NYC but a quick browse of some travel sites, squashed that idea. [I do want to impress but not at the expense of going bankrupt!!] So I did the next best thing - found out which friend of a friend of a friend is in the NYC area and going away this Saturday, and who'd be willing to lend their place to me for a night. I received way more responses than I imagined I would [Thanks everybody!!], and one couple even wanted to pay me to go to their place so I could also walk and feed their dog!! I settled on a place across from NYC in Hoboken NJ, because I actually knew the people who would be lending me their place and have visited them before. I was concerned that we wouldn't get to see much of the display but then I found this:

At approximately 9:20 pm on July 4th, the 26-minute display will be set off from six barges positioned between 24th and 50th Streets on the Hudson River.

So based on Google maps, we should have a very good view of the fireworks show. We're headed down to NYC on Friday to spend the day, Saturday we're going to explore all that Hoboken has to offer and then leave shortly after the fireworks, once the traffic has thinned out. I'm currently researching places to eat even though the townhouse has a kickass kitchen - top of the line appliances, silestone island, and will be fully stocked. I'd love to give it a test drive, but I'm hopeful that there'll be other things that I'll be doing other than cooking.

Now that I've got it all planned out, I think it's time to run it by Michelle and hope that she likes it, and says yes =)

My makeup date for Beth is going to be a bit tougher to plan out. I tried calling her to get a feel of what she's into but she has yet to return my calls/texts. I hope that's not a sign, cause it's a bad one =(

Much Thanks

To the lovely reader that sent me these pics after catching up on all my posts so far. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself and hope that my upcoming posts get you all hot and bothered as well. And thanks for allowing me to post this.



It was a welcome email last night after a long and quite eventful weekend. I wish that it included lots of fun and that I had some hot steamy stories to tell but alas, the first sunny weekend in a long time and I was out working unexpectedly.
I had to cancel with Beth and Michelle both of whom I was really looking forward to see. Michelle and I had plans to go to a Feast that had lots of food, games and rides while Beth and I were going to catch my new favorite movie, The Hangover. Both were very understanding yet quite disappointed.

I'm not sure how I'll make it up to them but I know it's gotta be something over the top and unforgettable. I hate when I get cancelled on last minute and certainly try not to do it to other people. But sometimes life does get in the way and there's not much you can do about it, especially when it's your livelihood on the line.

Third Time's A Charm. Or Is It?

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Triple Dipping - Never a Good Idea

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Catching Up

Being out of action the past couple of days has taught me several things:

-Eating my world famous, if only to me, Inside Out Smoked Bacon and Feta Cheese Burger [TM], is not smart. Especially when you can't taste any of it.
-I'd like to thank the makers of Tylenol Day and Night cold medicine for completely ruining my sleep schedule. Non drowsy formula, my ass.
-Learning to trust others to care for my business and make sure I don't go completely under, is something I will never do again.
-Having to cancel some dates because of my shitty condition doesn't make me a bad person. I was a bad person 2 months ago when I cancelled a date because of sickness, but in reality there was none.

Thanks to all for their comments and emails of well wishes. I think I've got this thing beat - I no longer want to sleep the days away, my taste of food has returned somewhat, and most importantly I'm horny again!!
I have a few get togethers with some women I've been talking with, that I should be able to make. I'm fairly certain nothing exciting is going to happen since I'm not back 100% fully, but it should be a fun time none the less. I could definitely stand to get out of the house for a while. I've worn a trail from the bathroom to my living room to my bedroom. A little sun would be nice too if it ever decides to stop raining.

And with that, my recovery weekend finally begins.

Hurts So Good - Part III Final

I raised her hand off of me, looked at her and said,

'That's how hard you make me, but right now, it's all about you, and how good you are about to feel, because of me'.

She gulped as I helped her stand up still facing away from me. I slicked two of my fingers with saliva and slid them over her pussy lips. She responded by parting her legs just past shoulder width. I held my fingers parallel to the floor, as I pushed upwards applying pressure all over her pussy as I rubbed. She began grinding her hips, matching my rhythm.
With my other hand I rubbed, squeezed and caressed her ass as she swayed in front of me, my fingers parting her pussy lips slightly. I felt her wetness flow out onto me and she turned back just in time to see me licking a finger, then the next. I traced her ass crack several times, each time more deliberate than the next. I finally slid my hand underneath her, caressing her pussy once again, but this time, sliding a finger into her. She flared her knees out and put her hands on them as I scooted forward from the couch to sit on the edge. She gasped slightly and squatted down. My arm was now held outstretched in front of me as Michelle slid up and down my curled fingers. Her weight literally resting in the palm of my hand.
She would grind down on my hand as I slid my fingers up and down, in and out of her.
She needed to face me in order for me to hit her g-spot, so to her whining protests, I slid my fingers out, turned her to me and watched her eyes flutter as I inserted them back into her. I curled my index and middle finger just so, eliciting a sigh as a sign I had done right. I reached up to squeeze her breast and play with her nipples some more which brought about more sighs, more panting, more squeals and many more orgasms.
After a while I thought for sure that my arm would cramp up but unfortunately it went straight to numbness. I helped ease her down from her high, pulling her back to me and ravaging her body with my hands all over her. With one hand rubbing her clit and sliding in and out of her reddened pussy, and the other tweaking and pulling and stretching her nipples, I coaxed one last orgasm from her. She collapsed onto me, planting a nice long kiss on my lips. Didn't last long though because she curled up into me, her eyes closed and with a silly grin on her face. No problem I thought, I'll let her rest a bit, I'll catch some scores and then I'll say my goodbye. I knew she was fully out though, when I heard a score I was waiting for and yelled. With no reaction from Michelle at all.

I carried her up to her room, got her into bed, put a glass of ice water on her night stand and left her a note.

M -
Next weekend it's my turn.
-PFG
PS - You're a cutie when you're asleep.

She texted me the next morning to apologize for crashing like that and I said it was no biggie. She asked why I didn't stay with her and I said we didn't have plans for an overnight, and she countered with,

'I make a mean french toast, scrambled egg and sausage platter. I'll make it for you next time!'

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Next time was to have been yesterday however yours truly went on a 340 mile round trip journey on Saturday to attend 3 birthday parties in NJ and a 40th wedding anniversary party out in the Hamptons NY. WORST.RIDE.EVER.
I woke up Sunday AM feeling like ass- head pounding, fever, general malaise/blahness and a cough like you wouldn't believe. It took 4 Redbulls to realize that stuff just gives me an upset stomach and I'm not sure if that stuff is related to my overall shitty feeling. Wouldn't surprise me at all. As soon as she heard my voice, Michelle knew we had to reschedule. Tentatively for this Saturday but I think I already have plans, and she is not sure if she's going to a bridal shower that is also a long ways away - I said to just send a really nice gift and save herself!!

Say Hello To My Little Friend

My previous cellphone of choice was the Nokia E71 unlocked. It was a fantastic phone, did everything that I needed it to do, took a beating, held a great charge & took decent enough pictures and video, accessed email and websites superbly. The major downside to the phone was that it was on the AT&T network. Major suckage with a capital SUCK.

So lo and behold I popped into the Verizon store with Michelle tonight - yup we had another get together, and yes I will finish up our first encounter from last week - and noticed the Env3 by LG. It's lightweight, looks cool, is a qwerty which is a must for me & was on sale. I got to try one out from a salesperson there and the phone absolutely flys on the internet, it's got a kick ass browser and the best part is the threaded texts. No more texts coming in one after another, now they're sorted by contact so I can have 3 or 4 text conversations going on and know exactly what's going on in the conversation without having to go back. Saweetness!! Did I mention the visual voicemail? Not really sure what that's all about just yet, but it sounds spectacular doesn't it?

It's not as application rich as the E71 but then again, I didn't use half the apps loaded onto it anyways. It doesn't have MS Office support but that just means I won't be able to do work while I am not in the office. Boo-frikking-hoo. LOL.

Now all I need is to come up with a snazzy name for it/him/her.

Hurts So Good - Part III ( of ?? )

I wound up and gave it the old college try, my hand landing firmly on her ass. Maybe it was because my watch was on my other wrist and the necessary weight to make the smack substantial was missing. A few more smacks and all I could muster out of her was a barely heard whimper. I could sense that she was a bit disappointed so I pulled her up against me and whispered into her ear,

'I guess I'll just have to practice smacking that ass of yours'.

She beamed a smile that just about lit the room. I moved the hair from the side of her neck and began kissing her ever so slightly, which caused an appreciative ass wiggle. Taking a chance, I gave her shoulder a harder than average bite, lingering for a bit knowing my teeth would leave a mark. And sure enough, a sigh of contentment could be heard from her. She began to lift herself up a little so her hand could fit between us, but instead of helping her with what she wanted to do, I put both of her arms behind her back pinned against my stomach [out of reach of where she actually wanted to go]. I held her in place firmly with an arm just below her neck, across her upper chest. Each movement on her part caused me to increase the force used to hold her still. Eventually she got the point.
I ran my free hand along the front of her body on top of her clothing. I tweaked her nipples through the cotton fabric that was her shirt until they were sufficiently at attention. I reached down between her legs to find her wet and it took me but a few minutes to get her fully soaked. By this time her head was resting back on my shoulder and I was alternating between nibbling on her ear and biting various spots on her shoulder and upper back.

I raised her shirt above her boobs and told her not to move as I removed my arm from restraining her. I cupped her breasts which caused her to slightly arch her back and grind her ass down onto me. I moaned softly into her ear as I brushed my fingers ever so slightly across her nipples. They stiffened up further and took each one between my middle and ring finger, lifting them up and away from her. For me, there really is no better sight than nipples pulled away from a woman's body, and shaken slightly so that the rest of her breast shakes as well. I kept a constant tension on her extended nipples, rolling them between my thumb and index finger now, varying the degree of shaking/jiggling as well.
Once I finished my playful assault on her nipples, I freed one of her arms and placed her hand right on my hardened cock which was bulging up in my crotch. She felt the dampness our tryst has produced so far and gave a pleasant squeeze.

I had other plans though.

Hurts So Good - Part II

As I think I've said before, the site that Michelle and I met on, is more of a dating site than it is a hookup site. Think Match.com lite. You answer some questions and get matched to other profiles. I took a look at ours and saw that we were

77% Match
75% Friends
45% Enemy

I'm guessing that the Enemy part is really opposites though I couldn't discern what topics we were opposite on. In our talks, there wasn't much that we disagreed on, at least that I didn't disagreee with her on. Knowing her as I think I do, she would have voiced a different opinion, but she didn't really. So maybe the site is a wee bit broken, methinks. Anyways...

This past Saturday we turned on the Cavs-Magic game, saw that King James was being sent home so we tried to find a movie to watch. Nothing really interesting on Fios. She didn't have much of a movie collection to choose from, and so I made a suggestion that you don't really hear anymore these days - 'Let's listen to some music'. We scanned the airwaves hearing everything from bluegrass, soul, to funk to hip-hop to 80's metal. If I didn't think they'd be going out of business, I'd invest in Sirius radio as well.
So we end up on the couch, she's cuddled up against me, my arm is around her and we're just talking. After a somewhat lengthy explanation as to why I prefer plasma tv over an lcd tv, I realize that Michelle's arm is draped across me, somewhat lifeless. I remain quiet for a while and sure enough the only sound in the room is the music and her breathing. I ever so gently pick her arm up, remove myself from under her and put a couple of throw pillows in my place.
When I return from the bathroom and am about to leave, I see the pillows where I left them and hear Michelle walking around upstairs. I figured she woke up, realized she fell asleep on me and assumed I left, so she's getting ready for bed.

'Goodnight Michelle' I yelled as I walked to the door.
'Oh you're still here. Hold on, I'm coming right down'

I'm like, ok, about another 15 minutes before she falls asleep again, 40 minutes to get home, I should make it just in time for the late night SportsCenter and see if LeBron was able to pull of another miracle.
Michelle comes down in shorts and a tee and the front section of her hair pinned back with the sides and back hanging down; don't know what that hairstyle is called but it makes any girl look super cute I tell ya. She's very apologetic saying she didn't realize how tired she was but the nap has energized her and she didn't think she'd be falling alseep anytime soon. Double entendre? Perhaps.

We scan the Sirius stations, settle on one, and sit back on the couch. She's got her legs draped over mine, reminiscent of our first date, but now it's way more appropriate. We're sitting around just shooting the shit when a song comes on that immediately causes Michelle to bounce up. She starts dancing around, shaking what her momma gave her, throwing her hands up like she just didn't care. I was going to be daring and join her but the view from where I was sitting was too good to pass up. A song and a half later she's still standing in her living room, dancing the night away.
At some point she boogied her way in front of me and all I could do was lean back and enjoy.

'Ahhh, if only I had a couple of dollar bills to throw your way.'
'Sorry Sir, I only accept twentys.'

She parts my knees with her leg and gives me a devilish smile. The song in the background isn't in tune with her body's gyrations but if she was on stage, guys would be throwing money at her none the less. She does a spin or two and ends up facing away from me. She looks back at me and catches me staring at her ass which she dutifully shakes. She's shaking her booty and swaying her hips more then she is dancing, and I'm loving every minute of it. All of a sudden she steps back puts her hands on my thighs and sits down in my lap. That certainly gets my attention. She rises up by pushing down on my thighs and ever so gently rocks her pelvis just over me but enough that I can feel she is there. My hands were firmly planted on either side of me, much like in my lap dance days, until I realize - I'm in her house - the no touching rule isn't in effect. Unless of course she tells me not to. Which she didn't.

As I run my hands along her outer thighs, she takes that as an invitation to sit on my lap fully. I run my hands up and down her sides, her back, & onto her butt. She grinds down into me while she enjoys my touch, a slight moan escaping from her. I pull back on her hip while pushing at her lower back and she complies - she's now bent over from the waist, in front of me. She looks back at me and watches as I slide her shorts down, revealing a nice pink pair of boy short underwear.

At this point, I don't know what came over me, or what ethereal being took possession of my mind, body and soul, but at the moment that I slid her shorts down, and Michelle looking up at me, I just had an urge to give her butt a nice smack. And the moment I carried through with it, the moment my hand struck her behind, I knew it was hard. Hard enough that in my mind, I said to myself, 'Holy Shit, she's is gonna be pissed beyond all belief. I hope she doesn't own a gun'.
A split second later, I look over and Michelle is still bent over in front of me. I saw she was biting her lower lip, [no doubt to stifle a scream I thought], when all of a sudden she adjusts herself and is now looking at me from her other side. Her eyes have widened and she blurts out, 'Now the other side!'.

Whoa.

Hurts So Good

The hardest part about seeing someone new, is trying to figure them out. Their likes, dislikes, their quirks. I've been in contact with Michelle for a few months and only recently did we actually meet in person. Our first date went really well and the following day she got me to cancel some plans I had, in order to get together with her for a bite to eat the following night. But I wasn't able to get a reservation on such short notice to anywhere worth heading to. I thought this might cause her to reschedule our "plans" but we was open to meeting at a local bookstore, hanging out a bit and then walking around the area until we found a place that interested us.

We browsed for a while, and she picked up a few novels to read on the beach this summer. We then walked for about 45 minutes before settling on a new Greek place that had just opened - the red, white & blue banners were still hanging from the street lamp pole to their store front. The place was so new, it didn't have a liquor license yet.
In the 6+ hours that I'd spent with Michelle, I thought I had gotten to know her pretty well. She is very straight forward, a bit sarcastic at times, goofy most of the time, doesn't let things get to her too much, isn't afraid to voice her opinion, and my goodness can the girl eat. I don't know if she fasts during the day but the 2 dinners I shared with her, she easily put away good amounts of food, which I have to admit was a bit or a turn-on. This time she went for a gyro sandwich, greek salad and side of spanokopita [spinach pie]. It sounded so good, I ordered similarly, and we also split an order of fries. The food, the soda and the conversation flowed the entire time. The check came and she swooped it up before I could even take a look at it. This might have been fine further down the road, on say our 5th or 6th date, but I was adamant in paying the bill, even if she had asked me out that night.
The walk back to our cars was much welcomed - a slight breeze cooled the air and it was early enough that the sun was just out of sight, and cast a spectacular view on our city. Plus it helped us in our digestion as well!!
Our kiss this time was on more equal terms - we both had onion/oregano breath - and lingered significantly longer than our first. Her exit off the freeway came before mine so I said I'd follow her to make sure she made it ok.

'If you want, just follow me to my house. We can catch a movie or something.'
'Sure, sounds good.'

Or something, indeed.

Wings, beer and boobies

Last night's date went surprisingly well. I didn't expect anything less, but the comfort level we had between us was extraordinary to say the least. Remember when Something About Mary came out, and everyone was on the Cameron Diaz bandwagon? That's what it was like while we were while hanging out. Everyone wanted to be our friends, everyone thought we were so cool, our waitress was extra flirty with the both of us, our food came out first, our drinks were always topped off... the life of the party, we definitely were!!

The night almost didn't happen due to a mixup in directions to the place. But my trusty phone came through for once via its GPS app and I was able to find my destination and still be early. I went in and grabbed a table that was in prime position with the largest flat screen tv. I wasn't waiting long before Michelle came strolling in. She had come straight from work so was a little overdressed for the place. Not to worry as she made herself comfy, sitting next to me at the table rather than across from me [it was a 4 top table]. Our cute as a button waitress came over to take our drinks and give us the app specials. I went for my usual Diet Coke and lime which seemed to pale in comparison to her 'Bourbon. Neat please.'

'Rough day?'
'Yeah, but it's time to relax'

We caught up on the happenings of the site, the NBA playoffs so far, how our waitress didn't have the largest set of boobs but her top complimented her very well, you know, the usual first date kind of stuff.. It was an hour of talking amongst ourselves, the people around us while watching the game and our waitress, that we realized we hadn't ordered any food. Now for me, how well a girl eats on the first date lets me know how comfortable she is with me. Michelles's order of a burger medium rare, with a raw onion on top, no fries, but a side of wings with extra blue cheese, made me chuckle. She asked what was up and I said,

'You just answered my question of whether or not I should try and kiss you tonight'.
'Hey, what's a little onion among friends?'

The rest of the night was pretty uneventful - just us watching the back and forth battle between Denver and the Lakers and chatting amongst those around us, all the while getting to know one another much better.
Just after the 3rd period ended and the score was tied yet again, Michelle started stretching in her seat and ended up sitting Indian style in her seat having kicked her shoes off. I guess it wasn't that comfortable since she adjusted a few times before finally settling in. It was at that point that she kicked me gently in the shin. I adjusted a little, thought I was clear, but then got nudged again. Not breaking the conversation, I moved my legs a bit further to the side.

'Stop moving.'
'What?'
'Come closer!'
I scoot closer to her and she does the same.
I feel her foot on my shin, rubbing up and down, a nonchalant look on Michelle's face.
'You realize those were probably the worst attempts at footsie, ever.'
'Yeah, I'm not really good at it.'
So she scoots her chair back a bit and cool as a cucumber places her bare feet in my lap as we continue watching the game.

Fortunately her feet weren't in a position that would have gotten me in trouble. I like feet as much as the next guy, and hers were painted and pedi'd very well, but having them in my lap didn't cause any physical reaction just yet. But I don't think she did what she did in order to 'get a rise' out of me. I really think she just wanted to get comfy. I didn't want to freak anyone out sitting around us, so I didn't 'play' with her feet or even massage them. I just kinda held her toes in between my palms, keeping them warm. The look of contentment on her face said it all.

The game ended and so did our night. She ended up parking next to me [kismet at play?] so walking her to her car was a no brainer. We chatted for a couple of minutes and I did end up giving her a kiss goodnight, onion be damned.

And it was definitely worth it.

Posts

To date, the majority of my posts have been of events that have happened in the past. However after tonight I hope to have something juicy to post.

It's been about 2 months since my last official date and tonight the streak is over. She's from a dating site that I didn't think would be a good fit for me [it's free for the most part] but we've been in contact for about 3 months, 2 or 3 times a week, and I just got an email asking if I was free tonight because her plans get cancelled. She wanted someone to catch the LA-Denver game with tonight at Hooters, so she thought of me.

Wings, basketball, girls in somewhat skimpy outfits & she thought of me.

This one might be a keeper.

Office Antics - Part II

The end of the inventory should have meant the end of the day. But no. Chris decided that he was going to do a double and help close the store. Which meant Nicole and I were also closing the store. We didn't have to, but knew that to refuse would not look good on us, plus it would mean going our separate ways. After the time in the storage room, we didn't want that to happen just yet.

By the time the closing shift had arrived, we were both dragging ass. In part because we were there for so long, but mostly because Chris had us running around the whole store moving fixtures and rearranging sections just because they seemed 'off' to him. Before the afternoon manager left for the day, he took pity on us and had us running the fitting room. It included standing around, unlocking rooms for people to use and folding and running out the clothes they left behind. Talk about a saving grace.

It was about an hour before closing and things died down completely. Most of the staff were in the front of the store, looking out into the mall while we hung out in the back. We were seated next to one another and she casually leaned into me sighing and trying to catch her breath. As we talked about how horrible the day had been, I began massaging her neck with one hand. I went on for about 3 or 4 minutes when I realized she had fallen asleep. I jostled her out of her mini siesta and joked that if she wasn't careful, I was going to take advantage of her in her sleepy state. [We had made out and groped one another on several occasions, but stopped just before all of our clothing came off]. She half smiled and said I should have gone for it, and since I don't like to be asked to do things twice, I did.

I pulled her towards me and kissed her while I had my free hand running up her front. I felt her response as her nipple stiffened through her cloth bra, and she sighed into me just as I flicked my fingers over it. I flicked my tongue in rhythm with my fingers and soon had her moaning her appreciation. I ran my hand down and into her crotch, on the outside of her jeans. She responded by pushing her hips out to meet my touch. Our lips pressed harder into one another as I stood her up, my hand pushing back just as hard as she was pushing forward into me. I guided us into an empty room and heard the door click as I kicked it shut.

I had my hands on her pants button and zipper in no time. I had them off and down to her knees when I realized things would work much better if she took a shoe off. I told her to stand still and on one leg as I reached down and lifted her foot. I untied her shoe, slipped it and her sock off. With her foot in my hand, I took the liberty of kissing and nibbling ever so gently on her toes. She gasped and had this look on her face - not really sure if she liked or disliked what I just did. I filed it away for future reference and carried on. I put her foot back on the floor and had her step out of her jeans halfway - she had one leg out and one in. A bit funny looking but necessary should she need to get dressed in a hurry. I stood up and placed her leg on the chair, I kissed her again and placed my hand on her wet pussy. I worked in circles, feeling her lips become coated and flushed. In time, I got on my knees in front of her, began kissing her thighs, reached under to grab her ass cheeks, pulling her into me as I circled her clit ever so slowly with my tongue. I took turns flicking it and sliding down and pressing my tongue inside of her. By the way she was holding onto my hair and leaning down against me, I could sense I was hitting her in all the right spots. It went on for about 10 minutes - me licking, nibbling and sucking on her pussy, while she not only enjoyed receiving it, but also watching me under her via the full length mirror attached to the wall.

We opened the door as some customers were coming in to try some clothes on - they were being helped by Chris of all people, and when he saw the look on our faces, he knew something had gone on. He caught up with me just before we locked the doors to the store and tried to get it out of me, but all I said was that we were in the room together because Nicole thought she saw a bug and wanted me to kill it. He said, 'Oh and it took you guys ten minutes?' in that I know what you guys are up to tone.

'Yeah, I wanted to make sure I did a thorough job' was my response as I walked away.

Relaxation, Sun & Sand

An unexpected vacation bestowed upon me last Thursday has left me feeling refreshed, recharged and oh so relaxed. Kind of disappointing that I had to ruin it all by coming in to work today.

A friend had recently won a trip for herself to Aruba, however the friend she wanted to take got laid off from work and was in the process of setting up interviews. Right when they should have been on the beach sunning and sipping 'ritas. She managed to convince the restaurant she won the tickets from, to change the name on her extra ticket, then called me and said I had 3 minutes to decide if I wanted to make the trip with her.

I think I had about 2 minutes & 55 seconds left, after saying 'yes'.

The travel Gods must have been looking out for me because it was a non stop flight, that left on time, they served drinks on the flight!, and her checked in luggage made it to Aruba unscathed and unopened.

Our room at the Surf Club was absolutely awesome. It had a usable kitchen, nice comfy sofas, patio area where we watched the sun rise and set, fabulous 50" flat screen, oversized bed with the softest sheets [I'm thinking 2200 count!!], and the biggest bathroom complete with jacuzzi tub.

Not bad for a $5 raffle ticket!!

We ate, drank, danced, gambled, napped, snorkeled, parasailed & shopped, all to our hearts content. It was just what I needed as work has been kicking my ass lately. Not enough help due to budget cuts and everyone wants the impossible done, it seems. I can only work with what I'm given, but no one seems to realize that. Or they don't care. I'm actually surprised my access card worked this morning as I didn't so much ask to go on vacation, as I told them last Wednesday I was leaving the next day. So I gathered up my Crackberry, laptop, pager, & cellphone, left them on my desk for all to see, and left for a sorely needed 5 day vacation.

Office Antics

I'm not a big believer of office romances because they never end gracefully. Is it possible for two people who no longer like one another to be able to work together? Probably not. People say they'll keep things professional, but it never quite turns out that way.

My one and only "office" romance occurred while I was a manager at the GAP during my college days. Back then, the GAP had cool clothes that lasted a long time, and were reasonably priced. These days I cringe whenever I pass by a store front and very rarely step foot inside. I had worked my way up to supervisor which basically meant I was king of the minions. I'd be able to schedule breaks, make sure that the registers had enough change in them and check employees out before they left the store. At least it kept me off the sales floor for the most part.

When I got promoted, I was put under the wing of one of the senior managers in order to learn some of the ropes, and get a feel for the running of the store. It certainly helped that this manager, Chris, was someone that I was close to and had hung out with outside of work. We had similar interests - trying to do as little work as possible, taking extending breaks, getting out of closings & scoping out hot chicks in the mall.

What didn't help was that the coworker he was attracted to, was someone that I was already seeing. For obvious reasons we kept it quiet since I was now 4 steps away from management and didn't want to jeopardize my position.

Well Chris was the type of guy who didn't do much to hide his true intentions. He made sure that Nicole worked every shift with him, worked as close to him as possible, and was at his beck and call whenever he needed something. Like lunch from the pizza place or coffee from the pretzel guy. Oh and since I was shadowing Chris, I wasn't too far behind from them either. And that worked out well for Nicole and I.

One day Chris took 4 or 5 of us to our denim room which was outside of the store. The "room" was actually a store that wasn't being rented and since we had a truckload of denim jeans and shirts that we had to store, it was ours for the time being. Our task was to inventory everything and with everyone pitching in it wouldn't take too long. Well, everyone except Chris that is. He left us there saying he'd be back shortly, though everyone knew that was a lie, and said we had better be done by then. I was effectively in charge and my first two orders of business were to pair Nicole with me, and order breakfast for everyone. Nothing motivates better than free food - basic management 101.

The room was too well lit to do anything but grab, tickle, hug, caress, pinch and squeeze. Each time we were in arms length of one another, a giggle, laugh or moan would be elicited. To those who saw, it was just two people passing the time and having fun. But to us, it was a buildup of tension that would be released very shortly.

But for now, it's time to hit the sack...

One Last Time Again - Part II

Very rarely am I at a loss for words. In fact if you take a look at some of my other posts, you'll see I probably use alot more words that I should. But when presented with the body that I had previously seen only in pictures, in such a vulnerable position, not only did I not know what to say, I didn't know what to do. To fantasize about her in this way is one thing, to have it play out in front of me, was another. I so wanted to run my hands along her soft skin & through her finely coiffed hair; up and down her exposed back; along her ass cheeks held high; to run my fingertips against her waiting pussy lips, and feel the wetness that I had heard so may times before. My mind raced -

She's married. But you've done it with married women before.
She's my friend. You've slept with your friends before.
This will change things between us. Obviously, and maybe for the better.

The body was definitely willing, and had she taken a peek up at me, she would have seen as much. The mind however, was making things difficult.

3 weeks later, I still don't know why I did what I did. I reached down to grab her by her upper arm and help her up. Her eyes were welling up, knowing what I was going to do.

But moreso because of what I wasn't going to do.

There were no words I could have said that would have calmed or comforted her. I had nothing for her, and what she did want from me, I either couldn't give to her or didn't want to. I was rendered dumb and confused as I led her to the couch to talk to her and hopefully make sense of everything that just occurred. I held her hand as we sat and stared at one another. She broke the silence with the question I had hoped she wouldn't have asked:

"Why not?"

I babbled for at least 30 minutes. My main argument was that sleeping with someone, and then becoming their friends, sometimes works, sometimes doesn't; sleeping with someone whom I consider a close and dear friend, and whom I love, has never worked out, and I've lost them. Always. And that's the last thing that I would want to happen to us.

She seemed to hear everything that I was saying but I wasn't sure how she was processing it. I finished speaking and she looked at me. Stared at me is probably a better description. She scooted over, leaned into me and said matter of factly,

"And that is exactly why I wanted to fuck you."

I was dumbfounded. Did she just admit she no longer wanted to be friends?

It must have been the dumbass look on my face because she went on to clarify how she knew I wouldn't just think of her as another hookup and that were we to sleep together, it would have been just as hot as our online sessions. She knew in her heart that it wouldn't change a thing between us - she wouldn't let it.

But she also knew that once I have my mind set on something, it generally isn't getting changed. And that day, in my heart, I know I made the right choice.

She scooted over to me and I pulled her close, her back against me. I wrapped my arm around her tummy, just under her boobs, and she put her arm over mine. I held her other hand and we remained in this position until hunger got the both of us.

We headed over to Denny's since I had never been, and we ate, drank, & laughed without a care in the world.

And I wouldn't have had it any other way.

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Finally gave in and signed up with Twitter like all the cool kids are doing.

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One Last Time - Again Part II [Teaser]

The ride from the rental car office should have taken about 4 hours according to their directions. I followed them to a 'T' and have no idea how I made it in under 2 and a half. I didn't get pulled over for speeding [or as I have told many an officer, 'I was just trying to qualify, Sir'], didn't take any shortcuts, and I was in the middle of what should have been rush hour. Oh well I thought, more time to hang out with Belle.

As I rounded her circular driveway, I saw the front door open. Not fully, but enough that looking at it, you could see that it was not closed. Yet no one came out. I grabbed my carry on and rang the bell. No response other than the hum of the central air unit. I walked in announcing my presence thinking she would answer, but got nothing in reply. Then I walked into the library.
It was a scenario that we had played over countless times over the phone, in IMs & emails. It has lead to many, many orgasms, most of them of the earth shattering, heaven moving, seeing stars variety. There in the middle of the room was Belle.

Face down, ass up, & naked. Save for her belly button ring and red pair of high heels.

A/S/L? Me Too!! Part V

She led me over to her computer and we logged onto AOL for a while. I emailed my buddies to tell them I made it ok, that I wasn't with a total nutjob, and that I had a kick ass sotry to tell them when I got back. Of course we visited our chatroom and said hi to all the regs there and to gloat over the fact that we were the first chatroom couple to make arrangements to meet, and actually ended up meeting. We took some pics on her webcam for all to see, promised that we would get into lots of trouble with one another, and finally said bye to our friends.
I was sitting in an ottoman and she rolled on over to me in her Aeron. She had that "I want something to happen between us, but I don't want to be the one to initiate" look on her face. It was sort of half smirking, half smiling, all playful. She couldn't maintain eye contact with me for more than a few seconds at a time - sometimes blushing, oftentimes giggling. It was the cutest thing in the world.

I stood up and started turning off some lights. I strolled over to her window and opened the blinds. The fantastic view from earlier that day was now swallowed up by the dark and the moon was nowhere in sight. D'oh. So much for mood lighting. "Is this what you're looking for?", I heard her say as she switched on the high hats and dimmed them. I had a smirk of my own as I approached her and pulled her into me. Even barefoot she was still a smidge taller than me. Not that it bothered me. Much. I don't remember the name of her perfume, it was Fire-something or something-Fire, but it was new to me, and it smelled awesome. I could have stood there all night just taking her scent in, and I would have. Had she not pulled me down back onto the ottoman. We landed on our sides and I leaned in and kissed her. To this day, I never know what I should do with my hands when kissing a girl - do I cup her asscheeks, hold her hand, run my fingers through her hair, rub her back - and this time was no exception. My hands were all over the place and I guess it kind of got to her cause she broke the kiss and gave me the 'wtf are you doing' look. I didn't know how to respond so I gave her my best pouty face and gently pushed her off the ottoman onto the floor.

I dove off and onto her and started planting kisses all over. Her giggles turned to sighs, then eventually moans as I ran my lips and tongue over her. Lingering in certain spots, quickly nipping at others. Clothes were slowly shed as we got so into the kissing, touching, and caressing that we could only talk about previously. To be able to finally act out our words, was something we didn't ever want to end.
Once I got her down to her bra and panties, I couldn't help but stare at her figure - boobs that weren't too big or to small on her frame, small waist accentuated by the curve of her hips, strong leg muscles with the defining line on her outer thigh that I admire so much, linear calf muscles that dropped down to a point at her heel, and the hugest feet that I've ever seen on a woman before. I had a foot in each hand, massaging her insoles, held out to my side. I can't imagine it being easy to find a size 11 shoe out there I commented, that's when she informed me that was why she went before around the house most of the time. Thus explaining the calluses and scratches on and around her forefoot.
Her panties were absolutely soaked through and her scent intoxicated me. I released my hold on her, causing her to open her eyes in time to watch me strip down to my skivvies. I leaned in between her legs which she wrapped around me and pulled me closer to her for another kissing session. Must have been a couple of hours that we rolled around kissing, licking, biting, nibbling and laughing with one another. It was like we were two schoolkids not knowing what to do but wanting to do it all.

And during my time visiting, we did.

One Last Time - Again

She was a friend of a friend. Never really noticed she was there until she was introduced to me by a mutual friend. Early on we were cordial with one another, making small talk whenever we were the only regs in the room, making fun of those who deserved it, and generally keeping each other company. She was from the South and exuded all the Southern Charm that she had grown up with and I swear her accent came through the monitor.
Belle would always comment on how flirty and playful I was with people, and I'd always comment back that she didn't do enough flirting. She said that she was no good at it and could never work up the courage to do it in front of everyone. Nonsense I said. Much like a blowjob, there's no such a thing as a bad flirter. She proceeded to flirt with random people asking for my critique once they left, sometimes in the middle of said flirting. It was playful banter but I think it drew us closer as being friends and no longer just a friend of a friend.
One night we both happened to be there during one of our chat room's few and far between all out orgy sessions. We gravitated towards one another often, in a playful way. I decided to up the stakes and see what would happen if I just went for it with her.

3 hours later we were turning off the lights and shutting down the chatroom.

She wasn't offended, a little surprised, and definitely interested. For her first time in front of the chat room, she was well polished, eager and quite descriptive. We had been on a roll, maybe even a high, and didn't want the night/early morning to end. I gave her my number and told her to call in 15 minutes.

5 minutes later my phone rang - Belle wanted me to listen in as she orgasmed, reliving our time in the chat room.

Our phone conversation lasted just as long as our chat, but was a mix of sexual satisfaction and getting to know you questions. Definitely more of the former, but it seemed like we were both more interested in the latter. After hanging up because we had work in a few hours, we saw each other online daily and called each other up almost as frequently. I had heard that situations like these happened, but never thought it would happen to me - I had found someone from online that I actually liked talking to and getting to know, whom I could also get down and dirty with from time to time. Glory be, indeed.

Like any relationship, there were certain things that one could expect. Every night, I would expect to see her online, we'd hang out and chat with our common friends, discuss whatever was on our minds, and more often not one would call the other to finish up. In the beginning we always got one another off, usually several times. But at some point the relationship began getting less sexual and more "friendlier". We would always have time for fun, but it was no longer our focal point. We were no longer online friends, we were just flat out, friends.

As such, I became privy as to why she was really online - to look for a husband. No, she wasn't here illegally and needed to get married in order to stay in the country. She just really wanted to find someone to settle down with, get married to, and have kids with. The usual suspects - blind dates, online dating sites, hitting up bars/clubs, just waiting for him to show up in her life - were all tried and resulted in no prospects at all. She was able to meet a few guys through the chatrooms, some she had relationships with, some just never got past the email stage, but she was determined to find someone. And she did.

He was someone that had come into the chatroom, made some friends quickly and then disappeared after a while. Reviewing the chat logs, I did speak to him a few times very briefly, but to me he wasn't interesting enough to remember. He kept in touch with her and they hit it off so well he visited her on several occasions. Each time staying in a hotel nearby. He was laid off from his job and looking for work when he visited, as their plan was for him to move closer to her so that they could start dating "for real" and then see what happens. He must have visited 4 or 5 times but just couldn't find anything worth moving down for. When she told me about his difficulty in getting even an interview, I said I'd make some calls to people in the area even though his field was totally opposite of mine.

2 weeks later he was hired as a regional manager reporting to the brother of a fraternity buddy of mine. Hey, membership does have its privileges after all.

Belle called me, giddy that everything was moving forward. She also said that given the circumstance she would no longer be able to be intimate with me in any capacity. Knowing her like I do, I knew that part was absolutely coming. Though we both juggled multiple online play partners, in the real world, I knew she would be committed to 1 person completely. And I was okay with that, in fact I would be a bit upset if she didn't put herself 100% into this guy to make sure that he was indeed the one. What I wasn't prepared for was the fact that Belle wanted to get together every night, until he got there. In two weeks.

14 days translated to 10 cam sessions on AWC, countless phone calls, texts & emails. All in all, I think we spent an aggregate total of 2 days worth of pleasure. And in some cases, pain ;-).
6 months later I received a wedding invitation in the mail. 3 months later I was at the wedding seated a table with other online folks - but that's certainly a story for another time. She looked absolutely stunning and I have to admit, as a couple they did look good together. I got to meet her face to face for the first time and someone commented that the smiles on our faces when we hugged were beaming. I did get to talk to the groom for a bit and much to my relief, he sounded like a decent enough guy.

-------------------------- [Yes I'm totally stealing your style]

That was 4 years ago. Since then she's been happily married, has two kids, the dog, minivan and white picket fence. Her husband is now in the position that my fraternity brother's, brother, used to have. That means he travels for the company, and it so happened that 2 weeks ago he was sent to Las Vegas for a week long conference.

And I just happened to be 4 hours away finishing up a conference of my own.

Shit Splatters

When it hits the fan.

For the past 3 weeks or so my phone has rung at all hours of the day from an unlisted/restricted number & my email box has been filled up with spam. The caller(s) never leave a message, and the spam is blank and not the usual "You have $27 million dollars waiting for you".

I wonder who it could be...

I like to think the best of people, and that my judgment in revealing personal information about myself, won't put me in danger. There have been people who I thought would abuse it, but they never have. Until now.

The bright side is that the email address I had given her, is one of many. The phone number is already changed and passed out to family and friends. A new phone is ordered with a number that I'll pass out to everyone else. I also took the liberty of getting the numbers of those who have called me the past month or so - guess they aren't on the fact that, restricted calls/unknown numbers, aren't exactly restricted or unknown.

Things To Do

Never realized that writing this blog would A) take so long & that B) each post would end up way longer than it needs to be.

I need to be more straight to the point so that each post doesn't turn into an epic novel.

I'm almost there.

I have about 6 posts in draft mode that I need to clean up and finally post, so it's not like I have a lack of topics to cover. Thank goodness I discovered the 'post options' and can change the draft/post date to the actual date that I post.

A/S/L? Me Too!! Part IV

I sat in my seat in disbelief. The whole thing was a setup. And she got me.

She got me good.

You are such an asshole.
Hey nice to see you too!!

And then I broke into laughter. She definitely got me good. She started chuckling as the tears of laughter came down my cheeks. But in the back of my mind I was formulating a plot. A plot on how to get even that would rival me "getting pulled over". I did have a chatroom reputation to protect after all.

We got to Lands End with about an hour to spare. Our conversation was strictly shopping related for some reason. You'd think that after all we'd gone through and all our chats, we'd have been more at ease with one another. She picked out some shirts for me but disappointed me when she didn't come into the dressing room with me. Was I reading the situation wrong? Was I expecting too much? Was I not putting enough of myself out there for her?
The ride to her place was a little better. She told me about the area and how long she had been a trooper there. She fumbled with her utility belt the whole time which I thought strange. I finally reached over and took her hand in mine, giving her a reassuring squeeze. I hadn't looked over to see her reaction, but commented, "You sure have soft hands for a State Trooper". She pulled her hand away while in the middle of a laugh and I could see her trying to formulate a response. She could only offer up a coy smile when I finally did turn to her.

The plan was to order in some food, catch a movie and take it from there. I joked that I don't do take out deer or moose - I prefer to hunt, kill and cook my own. She said that could be arranged and I don't think she was kidding. Once we settled into her place, I sent her back out for some groceries. There was no way I was going to let her kitchen go unused. It was several steps up from a regular kitchen and maybe a notch or two below a pro's kitchen. It was one of the major selling points of the house along with the fantastic view, which was the actual reason that she bought the place.

Dinner was quite fantastic and not only because of the meal. Whatever held us back in the car and at Lands End simply disappeared. We chatted non stop, giggling, laughing, joking and making fun of one another constantly. Her demeanor is similar to mine - slightly sarcastic, always looking to make people laugh, basically an all around good mood. I attempted to clear the dishes but she said the cleaning lady would take care of everything and to just leave it all where it was.

She had other plans for us.

Sometimes you're the dog..

Other times, you're the hydrant...

For about 4 months now, I've been talking to this girl I met via Craigslist [insert groan here]. She had answered my typical ad - wanting to get off over the phone and possibly meeting. She was at work at a nearby university, had her own office, an afternoon to waste away, and was feeling frisky. When she called my cell, I didn't go through the usual get to know you routine, instead, keeping it as sexual as possible. She didn't seem to mind, and soon enough we were pleasuring ourselves - me moaning and panting into the phone while she tried to keep it down lest someone in the building hear her. I got off twice that afternoon and I helped her orgasm about 3 or 4 times.

After that, we were in contact with one another a few times a week. From naughty text messages to salacious voicemails and x-rated cellphone pics, she always had the knack for sending me something when I was in a funk. And it would always brighten up my spirits. Admitedly her face wasn't the greatest, but I like to look at the whole package of a person - she had fantastic tits, a well formed booty from hours of stairmastering, and a landing strip which is my absolute favorite. Who am I to judge??
I pushed to actually meet but she always blew it off - a late night at work, other committments, being tired. I wasn't too disappointed since we'd always have our phone sex sessions and messaging, why rock the boat?

Well this past weekend the boat was not only rocked but completely capsized.

Friday night we were playing and it was probably one of our worst sessions ever. Whatever we tried, it just wasn't working. Or it was taking too long. Or something would interrupt us. Finally she just blurted out, "You should just come over and fuck me properly". I thought she was joking and totally disregarded her statement. A few minutes later she asked if I had heard her and I said I did, "But you have never wanted to meet in person before. Are you serious?".

10 minutes later I was in my car on the way to her place.

I get there and the first thing I notice when she lets me in are kids' toys. Lots of 'em. Oh and her hair isn't the long flowing locks that were in the pictures she sent me. It was now cut close to the scalp in a thinned out pageboy look, but not quite the bob look [which incidentally is another favorite of mine]. And it was dyed blonde whereas I knew it as a brownish color. I asked her about it and it's apparently her summer cut. The pictures she sent me were from the past year when her hair was darker [duh] and longer via extensions. Ohhhhhh, silly me...
I didn't questions her about the kids' toys but it was evident she had at least one, since we had to be quiet and head down to the basement, and lock the door on the way. I was just hoping that she wasn't married with her husband asleep up on the second floor, so I breathed a sigh of relief when she said she was divorced. And that the second car I saw in the driveway was her work car.

She propped herself up on a futon laying on her stomach. I positioned myself in front with my back to her. I leaned my head back, turned, and started nibbling on her cheekline. She ran her hands back and forth over my chest as I placed my hand on her head and pulled her onto the floor. I slid down, and had her crawl over me. As her chest passed over me, I licked her cleavage and caught her shirt with my teeth. I pulled down, exposing her tits, and reached in for a squeeze. Her nipples got hard immediately between my fingers. I lingered there for a while while she reached down into my pants. Two can play that game I suppose.
I took my hands out of her shirt and pulled it off of her. She unbuckled my pants and got as far as unzipping my pants before I reached up and tweaked her nipples again. I heard her gasp and then arch her back allowing me to pull and tug at them away from her body. She dropped her head down and I could hear her panting and gasping for breath. I would squeeze just a bit harder each time and that would elicit another moan from her.
At this point she had her knees on either side of my head just touching my shoulders. I pushed her up so that she was on her knees, me underneath her. I kicked off my shoes, bridged my lower body and slipped my jeans off. She scooted around to one side and dove for my cock.
It had been a while since I last had an actual mouth on me [and not a Fleshlight mouth]. I thought I was going to burst but was able to hold out a while as she kept my cockhead in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. She had a good memory and didn't handle my cock too much, other than with her mouth - I love the feeling of having just a mouth on my cock, no hands or fingers on my shaft or balls, just a mouth. There's just something about it that I can't explain yet prefer, when getting blown. She had alot of saliva running out of her mouth so getting the condom on was no problem at all. She stood above me staring down at me as she ripped her jogging pants and panties off. She threw the latter at me, and I knew sliding into her would not be a problem at all. She stepped over me and was facing away from as she squatted down, right onto my swollen cock. She slid up and down a few times, getting used to me, then flared her legs out so that she was now on her knees, leaning foward, her pussy enveloping my cock. Yet another one of my favorites - reverse cowgirl. She bounced up and down for a few minutes, all the while I admired her ass. I massaged her cheeks, encouraging her on and a few times I thought I was going to lose it, but fortunately was able to hold out & keep our session going.
I then pushed her onto the floor, stomach down, and slid back into her. This time I was above her, my arms at her side and my face buried into her neck. I tried to time my kisses, licks and nibbles to the pounding I was putting on her pussy but as coordinated as I think I am, I just couldn't get a rhythm going and instead concentrated on sliding in and out of her.
Things were going at a nice pace until she arched her back a little and raised her ass off the floor. It caused my cock to enter her at an angle which hit her spot and mine as well. She immediately got louder and I felt my self losing any and all self restraint that I had left. I grabbed the base of my cock, and with my other hand held the base of the condom; I pulled out of her and completely out of the condom in one motion. I jerked my cock a few times and then proceeded to coat her ass and lower back with my cum. She was bouncing her ass just the way I like as she was getting rained down upon, squealing like a little girl at a Jonas Brother concert.

I flopped down beside her catching my breath. I knew this was going to be our only meeting so I was thinking of a gentlemanly way to get out of the situation. I didn't have to think too hard because the first words out of her mouth were, "I probably should get back upstairs". I tried to look disappointed while agreeing with her and trying to gather up my things.
We tiptoed up the stairs and out a side door. As I was walking down the driveway, she gave me the ol', "I'll call you" line, which to me is more or less the kiss-off. Or so I thought. I turned around to say goodnight but didn't realize how close she was to me. As I fully turned to her, she planted a passionate kiss on me and began massaging my balls through my pants. In a flash she had my pants down to my ankles and began working on my hardening cock. She must have realized that this is my weak spot for once again, she used only her mouth on me and this time had her hands crossed behind her back. Hmmm, sub much?
After working me over and swallowing my load, she stands up, looks at me and cocks an eyebrow as she walks back to the house. I swear she also had a smirk on her face as well.

I called her on Monday to tell her I had a fantastic time but that I was going to try and make it work with someone else. She knew I was dating/seeing 2 other women [but they don't know about her] and so I was hoping it wouldn't have come as too much of a shock to her. Wrong. She proceeded to go ape shit over the phone, calling me all sorts of names, yelling and screaming at the top of her lungs and then hung up on me. Then the texts began. And the calls from restricted/unlisted numbers. The final straw came when she said if I ever tried to contact her again, she would get a restraining order against me. Keep in mind, after getting hung up on, I did not answer her calls or her texts, nor send any of my own. I just kept deleting everything she sent me, after making copies of it all of course.
I thought about changing my number but that would cause problems beyond belief as I no longer have a house line and use my cellphone number as my primary method of contact. I can't imagine having to notify everyone of the change. I know I should probably get another line that's more "disposable" but until I can get 2 numbers to ring on one phone, I guess I'll take my chances. It's worked out well so far, let's all hope that remains the case.

A/S/L? Me Too!! Part III

The drive to Maine was a long one. Colorful as well. It was October 2001 and I had just been let go from my tech job in NYC. The company wasn't like most and offered me a nice incentive to stay and train my overseas replacement. They also allowed me to take home my work equipment, which included a 24" SONY CRT. Who cared that it weighed close to 250 pounds, that sucker was mine!!

I knew it was cooler around these parts so I dressed appropriately and had some sweatshirts, flannel shirts and corduroys for good measure. I only had my sneakers on, but was hoping to hit a Lands End outlet for some waterproof boots. I had no idea how the meet would go but if I could do some Holiday shopping and get a new wardrobe, then the 11 hour ride would be worth it. Sort of.

So there I am on a road just off of 295 minding my own business, my cd player cranking out Ice Ice Baby, when I notice the flashing lights behind me. I couldn't tell you how long they were behind me, as I was on cruise control and keeping an eye out for a stray deer looking to cross the road. Though it was only 4 PM, there wasn't another car out on the road. Save for the state trooper.
I pull over, turn my hazards on, roll my window down, shut the engine off and put my keys on top of the car roof. My hands are at the 10-2 position and I'm looking forward, waiting for the inevitable. My thoughts/self ramblings in bold & italicized.

Howdy.
Afternoon, Oficer.
Where you headed so fast there, fella?
Uh, the Lands End outlet off of 15, Sir. And I wasn't going that fast.
What's the matter, they don't have Lands End outlets down in New "Yawk"?
I've only ordered Lands End through their catalogs, Sir. Thought it might be nice to get to an actual store.
Did you now? So you decided to take a 12 hour trip just to go to a Lands End store, is that it?
Sort of, Sir.
Sort of? What do you mean sort of?
I'm also up here to meet a friend. And by friend I mean cyber partner/phone sex partner/webcam partner.
Oh, are you late? Because I had you clocked at 77 in a 55 mph zone.
No Sir, I'm not late. Are you sure about that radar reading because I was on cruise control but nowhere near 77.
Tell you what, let me see your license, registration and insurance, and see if there's something wrong with my radar setup. Yeah, you go do that

I hand over my paperwork and wait. And wait.

And wait some more.

35 minutes later another trooper car, this time with 2 troopers in it, pulls up. At this point, my mind is racing - I'm going to get the crap beat out of me, they're gonna plant drugs/weapons in my car, I am not leaving Maine in one piece. The more absurd the scenario I could come up with, the more likely I thought it was going to happen.

The first trooper gets out of his car and motions to the other driver. They both appear on my side.

You're paperwork appears to be in order today.
Thank you Sir. As I knew it would be.
And you're right, my radar equipment does seem to be off today. You weren't doing 77 afterall. Oh thank goodness. With it recalibrated, you were actually clocked at 87. WTF!!!

At this point, I'm just hoping that the cell I get thrown into, has toilet paper.

Sir, as you can see I'm in a '91 Plymouth Acclaim. I doubt it's seen 87 mph in a very long time. I hope my last ditch effort works.
Yeah, you're probably right about that. Unlock your doors please. What?!! Sir, unlock your doors please. OH SHIT!!
*doors unlocked*
Okay, here's your license, insurance and registration. I'm going to let you off with a warning today, and that warning is, do right by my cousin, for if you do not, I will know about it and I promise you I will pull you over before you cross the state line and it will not be pretty.
Now get out of here before I change my mind. And if you hurry, but do not speed, you should be able to make the Lands End outlet before they close.

He grabs my keys off the roof, hands them to me, and has this big shit eatin grin on his face. That's when I notice the other officer stifling a smile and laugh. I see the third trooper get out of the car, grab a duffel bag from the trunk, walk over to my passenger side, open the door and have a seat next to me.

Hey PhoneFun. It's me. PrincessPhreak.