Friday, 6 May 2011
One night stand
My best friend says i over think every little thing, i am not spontaneous...i am no fun....i am fun but spontaneous maybe not. There’s just something that scares me about doing things off the cuff, just plunging into it without thinking, without rationalizing, it scares the bejesus out of me....but i envied –Lara. Lara is my best friend, free-spirited, zesty, the most spontaneous person i know....she’s a spur of the moment kinda of chic...so yeah Lara dared me to do something spontaneous, get out of my comfort zone....do something daring and unplanned and since i am not one to back out of a dare, i obliged the silly twat.
So she set me up on a blind date with this gorgeous guy (so she says) if i get there and he’s not as gorgeous as she went on and on about...i will put my feet and then some up her beautiful behind... so yeah Mr.-blind-date is gorgeous, works in a bank *yawn*, tall and yada yada yada... Blind dates are so not my thing, i would never had done this if she didn’t dare me....they just come off as desperate and mega scary....
But this is me trying to be spontaneous, trying to do something i wouldn’t normally do... yeah right nobody dares me and wins... so yeah date with mr banker is tomorrow... *sigh* i also plan to do something i have never ever ever ever done... those evers convincing enough? Hehe ...sex on the first date....if Mr. banker is as gorgeous as Lara says he just might be getting some tomorrow.
I have the perfect plan, we have dinner in the hotel and after many attempts at flirting and seducing we retire to the room, have a romp in the hay, hopefully a memorable romp and in hay and in the morning i get out of there as fast as i can....hoping never to bump into Mr. banker....
Mr banker was just as gorgeous as Lara described, well chiseled face, clean shaven, the man looked good in a suit i’d give him that. He seemed a little uptight though, dinner was great, he seemed to want to do most of the talking and wouldn’t let me get a word in. That's alright i thought, after tonight we wont have to see so, talk away mr-i-love-to-hear-myself-talk, i couldn’t wait for dinner to be over, i just kept imagining how it would all go down, would he be good in bed?
Probably not seems too self-involved to care about another person’s needs but then again who knows... big feet, hmmmmn.... okay this dinner is getting to long.... i am gonna tease him a little so he gets the message.. i take off my shoes and my feet finds its way under his trousers and i caress his ankle a little...
“What are you doing? He says puzzled
‘Erm what does it look like i am doing’ I counter but somewhat embarrassed
“why are u rubbing my feet?”
“Erm i am so sorry” my legs retreated fast like a disappointed penis”
“I am sorry i didn’t mean to sound that way i just, its just, it just felt weird thats all, i do like u a whole lot” he added
“No problem, sorry didn’t mean to startle you or anything, i’ll be right back” i smiled and stood up quickly and made my way to the restroom
I never been so embarrassed. Maybe i shouldn’t have done that, that was really kinda weird i agree.... don’t know if i should continue with this.... no i cant back out now... even if i wanted to...my hormones are raging....and there’s the dare... one last try if this doesn’t work out it’s up to bed for me.... silly ass uptight banker, he’s lucky i am horny.
I take off my panties like i had seen in movies, maybe i should have brought and extra panty instead...silly me...i grabbed a marker from my clutch and scribble ‘meet me upstairs room 102’
Scared shitless i walked out of the rest room and headed towards Mr. banker.. i didn’t say i word...i just quickly but sensually slipped my panty into the breast pocket of his suit and walked away seductively...
I had sashayed half way across the room when i heard someone scream my name, I turned around and my panty hit me right in the kisser.
I would have died right there.
My banker was huffing and puffing like a cross pig
“What is the meaning of this? Why would u put ur dirty stinking pant in my pocket? Are you a prostitute or what kind of man do u think i am”
A slow, uptight, knee in the balls deserving one i thought, but i was too shocked and embarrassed to open my mouth.
His voice was loud enough to make everyone else sit up and watch the soap opera going on.
I could hear some giggling.
Gosh where did Lara meet this maniac.
There was absolutely nothing to say, i picked up my purple lacy panty and ran as fast as my legs could take me,away from the hotel and to my car.
That did not just happen i thought. So much for being spontaneous Lara would hear from me.