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Sometimes its just about the "sex"
Names have been changed to protect the toe-curling.
Name of Date: Sexy Accent
Date #: 2
Title of Last Date: Better With Age
Amount of Time Between Dates: A Week
What Happened: St. Patrick's Day; evening. It was warm. How's THAT for a novel opener? Suck it, J.D. Salinger.
Anyway, S.A. and I had been texting back and forth for a while. I mentioned I had tentative plans for the night around 11ish. Tentative meaning actual. There was a party that I was expected to attend and people I had told I would definitely be there. I mean, it was st. patty's day. Who the hell doesn't celebrate? I just wanted to see if he'd like to be invited along.
Turns out he didn't. But he did say I should come hang out with him in his hotel room until the party got started. I don't think I need to spell it out for you what he was implying. You are smart readers. So, I put on cute underwear and went over there fully embracing the fact that I was about to be a little slutty.
A digression. What if my assumption had been incorrect (no worries, it wasn't) but, what if it had been? Is there anything more frustrating that expecting some nice-nice and then not getting it at all? Answer: NO THERE IS NOT. Oh hey. I just got all cute and wore my expensive underwear and did man-scaping and totes wore clothes to accentuate my man-bulges and... for nothing. That walk of shame home at 1:00am is waaaay worse than the walk of shame home the next morning.
BACK TO THE PART ABOUT ME GETTING SOME.
ok so. I get to his hotel and he's waiting at the front desk in all his chisled 40-something glory. I get weak in the knees all over. Seriously. He is drop dead gorgeous. Did I mention that? Apparently one of his co-workers (remember he is in town on a business trip) had an issue with his room. This co-worker is latino and also very gay. He takes one look at me, then at S.A., gives him a knowing smile and says... "I can take care of this." 2 points for the friend knowing what was up, and not being a dick about it. I'da wanted to punch him if he'd been like "oh heyyyyyyy, lets all go get a drink at the bar." "no thank you, i do not want to play that game."
so back in his room he's got a bottle of wine, and thats when i knew it was going down. i should have texted my friends then to say. "naked man trumps alcohol" but... i didn't. it would have stopped the incessant texting an hour later asking where i was. Where am I? Throwing my head back and clutching expsensive hyatt sheets. Thats where I am.
We make small talk and I'm seduced by his accent once more. And he asks. "Would it be alright if I kiss you?" I wanted to say something witty but all that came out was "Mmm-hmmm."
And God said let it be good. And it was.
I will be a lady and not go into too much detail about the events that followed, but here are some clues:
1. i had to follow the trail of my clothing to recover all the items from the places they'd been strewn about his room.
2. i never made it to the party
3. hung. like. a. horse.
4. the ONLY simultaneous orgasm i've ever had with someone. EVER. and it was staggering.
I know I don't usually get this raunchy in my posts. And I've probably scandalized a few of you. And for that I do not apologize. This is my life. You don't know me. I'm not here to make friends. Obligatory reality tv show comment #487. Basically, it happened. Why should I censor it.
I left his room several hours later and drove home with the largest smile on my face. I wasn't ashamed at all.
Gained Points for: Taking the Lead
Lost Points for: Afterwards he said "Well... I guess I have a reason to stay in town longer." Um. What? No you don't. Please don't assume this was anything more than a good time.
Mistakes I Made: Any "mistakes" he quickly corrected by telling me how he liked it. ZING!
Chances for Another Date: Finding awesome sexual chemistry is a rare thing. Plus he was packin' SERIOUS HEAT. I'm going to need a second course.
Overall Grade: A
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