An hour with Brittney
Posted: 21 Nov 2014 02:51
Well, that was a refreshing change!
Last night I had dinner and drinks in the bar or a nice French restaurant that's on the first floor of the building my loft is in. Sitting next to me were three thirty-something blonds who were having appetizer-dinner and cocktails after work. They all worked for a marketing company not that far away from the restaurant, and they were all smart, good looking, and confident. The three of us and the bartender talked for about an hour before one of them said it was time head home, since it was a work night.
"It's not even 8:00," I protested. "Stay and share one bottle of wine before you go."
They all looked at each other and hesitated, before one said "No, I better not." Then other two looked at one another for a few seconds before the second said, "Yeah, I should get some sleep." The third then surprised me by saying, "That leaves just the two of us, so how about just getting one more glass instead of a whole bottle?"
That was Brittney.
By 9:00 we were upstairs in bed, fucking one another's brains out. No crisis, no weirdness, no wacky story to entertain you all. Just some great and much needed arching of backs. Afterward she headed out to sleep at her own place.
Simple.
Hope you enjoy.
Last night I had dinner and drinks in the bar or a nice French restaurant that's on the first floor of the building my loft is in. Sitting next to me were three thirty-something blonds who were having appetizer-dinner and cocktails after work. They all worked for a marketing company not that far away from the restaurant, and they were all smart, good looking, and confident. The three of us and the bartender talked for about an hour before one of them said it was time head home, since it was a work night.
"It's not even 8:00," I protested. "Stay and share one bottle of wine before you go."
They all looked at each other and hesitated, before one said "No, I better not." Then other two looked at one another for a few seconds before the second said, "Yeah, I should get some sleep." The third then surprised me by saying, "That leaves just the two of us, so how about just getting one more glass instead of a whole bottle?"
That was Brittney.
By 9:00 we were upstairs in bed, fucking one another's brains out. No crisis, no weirdness, no wacky story to entertain you all. Just some great and much needed arching of backs. Afterward she headed out to sleep at her own place.
Simple.
Hope you enjoy.
