A Taste
After a few days
of ignoring his calls and texts, I decided that it was time to give him a
sample of my essence. It had been about
four months since my last encounter and I was due. It was evident that he needed to notch his
belt because of all of the gifts he kept sending me. I must admit, he was spending quite a bit of
money trying to keep up his façade. I
often wondered what he was telling the little lady back home.
Was she that slow
that she didn’t miss hundreds of dollars missing from their account? Or was she
just used to him trying to pay to play?
Friday around
10am I took his call. He claimed to be
in his office working, but I knew that he was bustling about in a factory due
to the background noises. His juvenile
explanations regarding the clanks, bangs and varying voices were as cute as
watching a toddler lie about sneaking cookies while downing a faces smeared
with chocolate.
He asked if I was
available for an early lunch and shopping Saturday. I told him that I was, just before he began a
long epilogue regarding why we could not meet at his home beforehand. Short version, his children lived with him
and he was not ready to introduce them to anyone. Valid argument….if he had not claimed that
his “ex-wife” took him for so much in the divorce. She got the house and the bulk of your cash,
but you got the kids and barely enough of the pot to care for them? Ok playa!
That Saturday, I
noticed that he was watching me shop as if he had memorized a checklist. He was also checking the prices with a tinge
of concerned fear in his eyes.
Therefore, I kept it simple and in the realm of basic accessories. Lunch was a bit crass for my taste, although
he performed as if we were dining at a caliber of 5 stars.
After he sat
drinking water and eating appetizers, he began fumbling. I knew he wanted to dive head first into my
lap, but this faux Rico Suave had absolutely no clue as to how to close this
deal.
“Are you free for
the night, or do you have to rush back to the kids?” I asked while,
strategically adjusting my blouse.
“I get discounts
at a local hotel,” was his response.
What an idiot!
But fine, this ride needed to continue.
I agreed to follow him to his coupon cottage. After quite a drive, we arrived at a MOTEL. This jumbo dumbo was proud of a discount from
a discount hut? Really? The look on my
face probably would have killed him if he would have taken the time to look
over at me before trotting into the office to secure a room.
As we entered the
barely above seedy room, all I could think was, “at least he will finally eat
tonight.”
Once inside, he
turned on the TV and offered me a seductive massage. I passed and began to kiss his neck and
cheek. Within seconds he was aroused and
near eruption. As I undressed, he
erupted and began to bombard me with apologies.
“You can still
help me catch up with you,” I labored out of my mouth, trying not to re-dress
in disgust and flee.
Once again, his
mouth lodged itself in his mouth. He had
to inform me that he knew various ways to please a woman with his tongue and
how many have been satisfied. Could he
be fuller of himself?
I laid back and
closed my eyes and visualized Channing Tatum between my thighs. He licked on my walls as a dog laps up water
from its dish. He paid little attention to my clit and moaned as I should have
been. The disappointment was beyond
real. After 20 minutes, I faked a climax
and made my exit.
Before I could
drive down the street he was calling my phone yearning for confirmation that he
was a sexual wizard. This was the first
time I questioned if I could continue down this journey. Applying for a part-time job at McDonald’s
would be less of a hassle than this.
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