Sharon
Posted: 06 Oct 2014 08:24
I met Sharon a few weeks ago at a Jazz club that my friend Kayla likes to go. Part of the reason Kayla likes to go there, I think, is the fact that the bartender is -- as she puts it -- "totally hot."
The last time we were there together she was getting us drinks and flirting with the totally hot bartender, and the woman at the table next to ours started chatting me up. This, of course, was Sharon. Sharon was mid-forties, brunette, and voluptuous. She was dressed in a red dress that screamed "man hunt." After a while when it looked like Kayla had a captive audience with the bartender and and settled in for a short visit, Sharon moved her chair over to my table. Her divorce had officially gone through that day, and she was out celebrating. Alone, I asked? And she said she hadn't brought a friend, because she was wanting to meet a man for a fling. Kayla was flirting with the bartender, but she was going home with me, so I didn't bother to hit on her -- to be honest, even though I found her attractive it didn't occur to me. Instead, I helped her scope out men and gave her my opinion of which would be good candidates for flings based on my years of experience -- also known as wild-ass guesses I pulled out of my butt. But we were having fun. Enough so that when Kayla returned, she radiated a territorial vibe, and Sharon went back to her own table, and we didn't speak again.
Fast forward two weeks later, and I ran into Sharon at a swanky hotel bar that's close to where I work. I asked how her Night of Freedom went, and she confessed disappointing. After Kayla and I had left a guy she didn't find that attractive sat down at her table, and wouldn't take the hint to leave. SHe said she didn't have it in her ot tell him to leave, so after an hour of being bored she called it a night.
Now that I wasn't on a date it was a very different vibe, and I asked what she was looking for in a lover. She said she wanted to just let go. She asked if I knew what she meant by that, and I responded that I knew different people meant different tings, but that when I wanted to jsut let go in the bedroom, what I like to do was... and then I gave a fairly general but graphic description of what I do when I "let go."
Five minutes later we paid check, took a cab back to my loft, opened some wine, put on some jazz, and let go for a couple of hours. It was awesome, and I have to say, exhausting. She surprised me be being a very demanding, physically fit, intense, and dirty lover. By the time we were done my body and my sheets were soaked in sweat. All in all, a fun night.
Enjoy.
The last time we were there together she was getting us drinks and flirting with the totally hot bartender, and the woman at the table next to ours started chatting me up. This, of course, was Sharon. Sharon was mid-forties, brunette, and voluptuous. She was dressed in a red dress that screamed "man hunt." After a while when it looked like Kayla had a captive audience with the bartender and and settled in for a short visit, Sharon moved her chair over to my table. Her divorce had officially gone through that day, and she was out celebrating. Alone, I asked? And she said she hadn't brought a friend, because she was wanting to meet a man for a fling. Kayla was flirting with the bartender, but she was going home with me, so I didn't bother to hit on her -- to be honest, even though I found her attractive it didn't occur to me. Instead, I helped her scope out men and gave her my opinion of which would be good candidates for flings based on my years of experience -- also known as wild-ass guesses I pulled out of my butt. But we were having fun. Enough so that when Kayla returned, she radiated a territorial vibe, and Sharon went back to her own table, and we didn't speak again.
Fast forward two weeks later, and I ran into Sharon at a swanky hotel bar that's close to where I work. I asked how her Night of Freedom went, and she confessed disappointing. After Kayla and I had left a guy she didn't find that attractive sat down at her table, and wouldn't take the hint to leave. SHe said she didn't have it in her ot tell him to leave, so after an hour of being bored she called it a night.
Now that I wasn't on a date it was a very different vibe, and I asked what she was looking for in a lover. She said she wanted to just let go. She asked if I knew what she meant by that, and I responded that I knew different people meant different tings, but that when I wanted to jsut let go in the bedroom, what I like to do was... and then I gave a fairly general but graphic description of what I do when I "let go."
Five minutes later we paid check, took a cab back to my loft, opened some wine, put on some jazz, and let go for a couple of hours. It was awesome, and I have to say, exhausting. She surprised me be being a very demanding, physically fit, intense, and dirty lover. By the time we were done my body and my sheets were soaked in sweat. All in all, a fun night.
Enjoy.