Busted! July 10, 2009
Posted by Nathan in Random Musings.Tags: April, date night, sex-toy
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Friday’s, when it comes to lunch, is always a double-edged sword. On the one hand, it’s casual day and I get to wear jeans and a t-shirt in these warmer summer months. This past week I feel as if I have been working like a hebrew slave, so the chance I get to wear something a bit more relaxing and cooling is always nice. Also, because it’s Friday, we tend to take a few extra minutes of liberty when we go to lunch. Our typical hour can sometimes stretch to a whopping 1 hr 10 minutes….Japanese company and all…you take what you can get.
On the flip side, without sounding like too much of a prick, I work with a lot of dorks. That is to say of the stereotypical ‘nerdy’ variety where fashion, haircuts, and social discussions seem to be a stumbling block. Half the guys I work with I swear are still virgins or haven’t been laid in years, and in someways these lunches are a test of my patience. I can’t always talk shop, nor do I want to. If I’m going out to lunch, I want to enjoy it and leave work at the office. Why do I want to go out to lunch if we are just going to talk about work at lunch?
Today we went to ‘Soup Plantation’. Not sure if you know what one of those are, but it basically ‘tries’ to be a somewhat above average soup and salad buffet place. Maybe it’s one step above Denny’s and CoCo’s on the atmosphere scale, but it’s far from ever being posh.
At the table next to us, was a living, breathing Barbie doll (sorry if you ladies find that offensive, but I’m using it as a pleasant descriptor). She had to be at least 5′8″ before her 3″ pumps. Skinny, late 20’s, beautiful skin, long blond hair pulled back into a free flowing pony-tail that came halfway down her back.. Simple makeup and silver stud earrings. Gray, form fitting business slacks with a simplistic and classy plaid print, and the icing on the cake was her perfectly shaped ‘D’ cups protruding straight out on her black, sleeveless tank top. She was a ‘9′ on a scale of 10, easily, and not overly done up.
But as you can imagine, she caught all of our eyes, and because my co-workers lack certain ’social graces’, they all began to experience whiplash at the same time. Because this is a buffet, every time she got up to get something additional, the same comedic display would take place…..5 nerdy guys made it pretty obvious that they were ogling her. I was one of of those of five, I admit, but I’d like to think I can camouflage my glances much more expertly than these MAC wannabes.
On her last trip back to her table, I heard her say to one of her girlfriends “Gosh, everytime I get up these guys keep staring at me.”, like she just couldn’t understand why we were such obvious pervs.
Uh, DUH!….Maybe because this is Soup Plantation and you are the hottest thing that has graced the corn bread bar in like 5 years? You’re walking into the domain of what Wal Mart shoppers consider a 5 star establishment dressed like you came from the set of The Hills, and your boobs are $1 short of an exotic pole dancers, and you wanna know why we are looking at you? Lady, not only am I looking at you, I have already ate you out and took you from behind in my head.
In her defense however, I suppose I’d feel a bit creeped out if a bunch of dudes looking like they just got off the short bus were staring at you while you ate. Anyway, we were busted….and I don’t feel all that guilty about it.
A few more hours left before I’m off for the day and go on my three day sojourn with April and my best friend and his wife. I’m sporting a new short haircut and a little color that I got from the sun last weekend, and I suppose I’ll do some serious manscaping this evening in the shower. Everyone seems excited to go. I can’t wait to try some new restaurants, hang by the pool, drink some fruity cocktails, and basically have loads of sex in my hotel room over the next 72 hours. At least in my head, I plan on being naked much more than being dressed behind closed doors, and I’m taking my new camera. I even packed a new ‘toy’ for April to use on herself as I sit back and watch. The only thing I’m a bit nervous about is since we have adjoining rooms, if my friend and his wife will hear us, or us them over the next few days.
Sexy emails, a blast from the past (part II) June 17, 2009
Posted by Nathan in SexyBlondeXOXO, True Stories.Tags: booty call, date night, swinging
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Imagine That
Sorry it’s been a week since the last post….busy at work with so many people out as of late, and I’ve had a few complications at the bachelor pad with a few appliances deciding to go on strike this past week and having to make arrangements to get them fixed.
But anyway, lets pick up where we left off. Up to this point SexyBlondeXOXO and I have continued to trade both emails and a few telephone calls at this point. With our work schedules as they are (she’s a flight attendant…on call), it can be difficult to get a hold of each other and arrange a ‘date’.
Sexy #4: Hi Nathan, I’m so sorry I keep missing you. I just got back from the XXXX and got your message. Normally my schedule is great. I’m gone about 7 nights a month, so I’m home a lot. This month however, it’s not like that. I was put back on call for the first time in 6 years. I am on call for the next six days. Then I’m off for the rest of the month. Next month my schedule will return to normal. I’ll get my assignment for tomorrow after 7:00 pm. I’ll email you and let you know what that may be. If it’s a horrible trip. I won’t hesitate to call in sick. Have a great night!!
Commentary: Well apparantly at this point we are still playing tag, and I assume I left her a voice mail message. While she seems to be totally upfront with me, I suppose at this point I can’t help but feel she may be strining me along or getting ‘cold’ feet to meet in person. Hey that happens, and I can imagine women meet a few creepy dudes and begin to wonder if they are getting into something they are having second thoughts about.
Sexy #5: Hi Nathan, I just got my assignment for tomorrow. I leave at 8:00 am and go to Dallas then back to XXXXX. I’ll be home tomorrow night if you’d like to give me a call. Have a great day. – Sexy
Commentary: I think if I was havuing any doubts at this point, and I’m sure I was, this response on her end built some confidence back in me that she was indeed still interested and still planning for a ‘date’. Who knew that a casual encounter, if done right, could be so difficult to arrange?
Sexy #6: Hi Nathan, I just got a call from crew schedule. I’m flying to NY today. It was great talking to you last night. I’m looking forward to meeting you. Here’s the directions to my apartment. (deleted for obvious reasons) Have a great weekend! - XXXXX
Commentary: Again, I can only assume we did speak on the phone the night before and finally firming up an actual time and place we are going to meet. If memory serves me correct, she would be leaving to NY sometime earlier in the week…I’m guessing Tuesday and would be returning by Thursday. I’m pretty positive we may be having our date even that Thursday as I can remember having to go to work the next day….Friday. The only thing that may stop this at this point if she gets held over or lets me know she’s way too tired, but it looks like I have a long 72 hours wait ahead of me.
Sexy #7: Hi Nathan, I got your message late last night. Thanks for calling. I wish I would have been home to talk to you. I called in sick for the rest of the month. I just couldn’t take being on call anymore. Hope you’re having a great day. – XXXX
Commentary: Lol, as I go through these emails, it even kinda seems to me I may be impatient. I obviously called her knowing she was out of town to say something like “I look forward to seeing you later this week.”. I was either feeling very randy or bored, or convincing myself I was trying to seem smooth and attentive. I know I had some motive back then, but it seems to be working.
Nathan #4: Thanks for the update. You gotta tell me what you’re gonna wear. I’m sure it will be something sexy. What should I wear? -N
Commentary: I believe I had received a voicemail from her at this point and she confirmed the date and time I am supposed to meet her. I recall her saying something about a restaraunt by her place within walking distance that we can go and get a drink or two. Thank goodness…if this is going to be our first face to face meet, I may need some liquid courage in case things in person don’t go as well as they seem to be going via our email and phone conversations. No doubt I probably was feeling a bit of relief at this point there was a standby option to occupy our time together and not be so awkward if I just show up at her place to hookup.
Sexy #8: The beach is really casual. You can wear jeans or anything you want. What would you like to wear?
Commentary: Fast forward now to the actual date. If you’re really interested in our encounter, feel free to click on the SexyBlondeXOXO category and read my 3-4 graphic installment of our ‘date’. There was nothing ‘date’ about it unless you consider have a few drinks at the local watering hole foreplay. As soon as we got back to her place, we ripped each others clothes off and fucked at least 3-4 times over the next couple of hours, and I swear I WILL NEVER FORGET THAT NIGHT. And now a bit of the aftermath (i.e. the next day)….
Nathan #5: have two things to say: 1) I am sooooo tired. I got home around 2:30 and got up at 6:15, so I’m on about 3 1/2 hours of sleep. After work I am just going home to take a nap, since I have a two long days ahead of me. 2) I had a fantastic time. I enjoyed your company, the conversation, the bar, and every inch of your body. So much in fact I believe I enjoyed it three times 
Sorry your weren’t there this morning to help me with that 3rd delay I seemed to have last night. De-licious! Anyway, have a great weekend, and I’ll be checking in soon enough! Regards, -Nathan
Commentary: So it was for sure a Thursday night as I did work the next day. I sent her this email as a ‘thank you’ of sorts for everything she did to me, and allowed me to do with her. It’s amazing when you have the right physical chemistry with someone on how many times you can manage to get it up and get your freak on in only a couple of hours.
Sexy #9: I had a great time as well. I’ve been thinking of you and your tongue all morning. I’m really glad we met. I tried to log in to my profile on XXXXX, but I can’t remember my user name. Do you know what it is? Have a great weekend. - XXXXX
A few days have passed and I left her a couple of messages…
Sexy #10: Hi Nathan, I just got your messages and email. I like your email very much. The thought of taking provocative photos with you sounds very exciting. The battery in my cordless phone was dead and I wasn’t aware. I have another phone working right now, so you can call me anytime. I’m flying out Wednesday night and I’ll be back Thursday night. I only have off Friday and Saturday night, then I fly out again Sunday night. I know my schedule is really difficult. I’m sorry I’m so hard to keep track of. I’m going to delete this email address in a few minutes. Please email me at my other address. It’s XXXXXXXXXX (deleted). Hope you’re having a great day. I’ll talk to you soon. -XXXXX.
Commentary: The only thing I remember that leads up to this response is I had recently gotten a new digital camera and all I could think about was not only her perfect body, but the fact she had quite a lingerie collection, and was also pretty uninhibitted in the bedroom. I made the suggestion that she pose for some solo pictures for me, and that maybe we could take some x-rated pictures of ourselves re-enacting a few of the things we did earler. So when she gave me the ‘green’ light, what do you think I did? Believe me I cry a little bit each time I think about this as for the life of me, I don’t know what ever happened to those pictures.
Sexy emails, a blast from the past (part I) June 8, 2009
Posted by Nathan in SexyBlondeXOXO, True Stories.Tags: booty call, date night, SexyBlondeXOXO, swinging, True Stories
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I don’t know what urged me to do an e-mail clean up today, or why I’m such a pack rat when it comes to e-mail in general, but I’m not the best person in keeping my inbox clean and up to date. As a result I have emails saved all the way back from 2001 if you can believe that and my inbox has something like 800+ messages.
So today I decided to start cleaning them up. Many of them are from old subscription sites I may have paid for at one time, the obligatory spam, a few friends….but image my surprise when I came across a trove of saved tidbits from SexyBlondeXOXO from years past.
Taking a brief gander of some of them instantly transported me back to our first few flirtations and subsequent sexual meets that I still rank up there in my top 5. If I really sit and think about it, I even say SexyBlondeXOXO was in my top 3, along side both Bella and Sharyn. It was purely physical, right from the start, but now that I’m a bit older (and hopefully wiser), I’m beginning to wonder if I could have ever taken this purely sexual relationship to the next level and have a meaningful boyfriend/girlfriend relationship with her today.
I’m gonna do something I have never done before, because I figure I can’t really get in trouble since six years have now passed…..I’m gonna share some of our emails with you. Wow…..six years. Everytime I look at the date stamps back in August of 2003 I can’t believe how much time has gone by…..and I do indeed think about her from time to time.
Anyway, without further ado (in some chronological order and commentary):
Nathan # 1: Good afternoon. Thanks for writing me, and I did indeed read your profile. To answer you quick question, that picture was of me in the boat holding the small aligator was when I was in Louisana almost 2 years ago on vacation with my best friend. Went out there for the XXXXXXXXX festival. So, since you wrote me maybe you can give me a starting point where to begin a chat. I’m not that great at ‘ice-breaking’ moments…I prefer to talk to someone as if I already know them…get past that awkward opening moment and move on from there. Anyway, your profile is intriguing, and since you offered a picture, I’d like to take you up on it. Regards, -Nathan
Commentary: I belonged to an adult ’swing’ site at the time and Sexy first wrote me I guess after seeing my profile, so of course I wrote her back once she gave me her real email address. I had a few pictures on there, PG-13, of course, and the one she is referring to is me in a white ribbed tank top, holding a real live baby aligator.
Sexy #1: Hi Nathan, Thanks for writing me back. I’m enclosing a photo. Please let me know if you’re still interested. Thanks, – Sexy.
Commentary: She sent me two photos that day and I still have them. They are both somewhat grainy pictures as I’m sure they were taken sometime prior to 2003. The first is a close-up of her face and chest. Her blue eyes and perfect complexion are just stunning. The picture is cropped in such a way that when I say ‘chest’, it looks like a bikini top with ample cleavage, but her arms and rest of her body are cropped out. The second picture is her standing far from the camera in a crowd. She got these huge sun-glasses on that you can’s see her face and she’s holding a beer. What I do notice is that she has very 90’s style denim jeans on, incredibly tan as her midriff is showing, and she has a very slender waistline. These aren’t the most detailed pictures in the world, but to say I lucked out by her contacting me first (and that she was single) is an understatement of epic proportions!
Nathan #2: XXXX, (like the spelling of that name). What can I say…if I may be as so bold to say (and in
a very flattering way), your pics are smokin’. Very attractive woman, and I’d be silly to say I wasn’t
interested. (Okay, maybe I need to work on taming my confidence and boldness, but hey, life is too short to
dilly dally. OMG, did I just say “Dilly Dally”?). Anyway, on a related note. I did read your profile again to make sure we were on the same page. So at this point I think I brought the ball, but it’s in your court. Tell me how you would like to proceed from here…chat more, talk on phone, meet for coffee or drink…Okay, that last one may be a bit bold, but ya know I was gonna ask next time anyway Tell me what you are interested in? Or you can ask me questions, and I’ll tell you…no holds barred. Look forward to hearing from you again, -Nathan.
Sexy #2: Hi Nathan, To be honest, I’m not sure what I’m looking for. I figure I’ll know when I find it. Are you really into the swinging life style. If you are, have you had a lot of experiences? I think I just put a profile up to see what would happen and to check out the site. However, you caught my eye and I wanted to contact you. As for my profile, some of the answers are not correct. Some of the multiple choice answers I didn’t answer correctly because, a friend of mine is on that site, and I didn’t want him to know I was on there. But, you can ask me anything. I’m a flight attendant and I just flew in from NY and I’m off tomorrow. You can call me if you’d like. I’m off tomorrow. My number is XXX-XXX-XXXX. Have a great day! – Sexy
Commentary: Ah, to read my general banter of introductions going back and forth at this point if both a bit funny and humilating. I’m sure back in 2003 I thought I was smooth shit…but reading this now, I may have come across a bit dorky. Her telephone number is no longer in service (I just tried…haha), but she seems pretty forward about her own ‘experimenting’ phases, if you will. At this point I do believe we did start speaking by phone back and forth for a few days before we pick up again via email. She either left me a voice mail message on my cell phone or sent me another email in which I write the following disseration (ugh):
Nathan #3: Good morning XXXXX, You’ll have to let me know which answers of yours are different. Is the man you don’t want to discover you a past boyfriend or someone you dated? Experience: Well I usually am a monogamous type of person and I don’t believe in breaking up marriages or being there to pick up the broken hearts of jilted girlfriends. I’d like to think I’m pretty selective…that is..I am not just out there to do the deed. As nutty as this may sound most guys get a bad rap when it comes to sex…that is the stereotype is that is all we are looking for. On the contrary, anyone can have sex, but respecting the other person, having chemistry with them, actually getting along with them, and being attractive and clean are very important to me. So to answer your question: a little bit of experience, but I am pretty selective (gosh that makes me sound like a snob)..She must have a good head on her shoulders and not be pyschotic (sp?). I’ve been made a few aquaintences, but not all of them have led to bed and I have no regrets about that. You as a person have to know your gut feeling and trust your instincts and know when tosay ‘No’. Anyway, I am a clean person who believes in safe practices…No drugs, I don’t smoke, I do socially drink. Perosnal hygiene and grooming are important as well. Intimate encounters with me are not to be taken lightly: That is to say again, sex is sex, but ecstasy and fun are soo much more. I enjoy long foreplay, massages (giving and receiving), the atmosphere, the lighting, the music,….I like to think my fantasies are akin to a build up very similar to 9 1/2 weeks, or Wild Orchids….erotic. That is a turn on to me. So what am I looking for: A friend without too many attachments to have fun from time to time. No pressures, private (but we can go out in public)…someone to have a few drinks with…dinner at a nice place, maybe a picnic or a drive and maybe a little naughty behavior when we are secluded. I am not a stalker and I am not a guy who calls 10 times a day…maybe a few times a week at most. Wow, that’s pretty much laying it on the line…so hopefully that doesn’t scare you away. I’m just 100% honest upfront about it. Regards, -Nathan.
Commentary: Whoa, that was a mouthfull I put out there. I figure we had talked a few times on the phone and traded a few e-mails at this point….Time to put our money where our mouths are, So I lay it out there and it’s up to her to tell me if she wants to move forward of this is all a bad idea. So I’m very happy when I receive the following response:
Sexy #3: You sound great and looking for the same thing that I’m looking for. I hate pressure. The guy on XXXX that I’m trying to avoid, is a guy I met on XXXX (another site). I’m no longer seeing him, but, I would just rather him not know I’m on there. I’m not normally the type of person who puts an ad on XXXX, so I’d rather no one who knows me know that I’m on there. I got your message a few minutes ago. Sorry, I was out running some errands. I’ll be leaving here again to go to the pool at noon. But, I’ll be home later today. The number I gave you is my home number. I started my own business a few months ago and it rings into my apartment. I’m also a flight attendant for XXXXXX. I can’t remember everything that is wrong on my profile, but here’s a few of the things. I live in XXXXXX, I don’t have a Masters degree, only a BA. I have a sports car, not a SUV. I’m 5′7″ not 5′5″. I never do drugs. My birthday is XXXX 5th, not the 1st. That’s all I can remember right now. Have you ever been to XXXXXX ? I hope you’re having a great day!! Talk to you soon. – Sexy
Commentary: Well, things seem to be moving forward at this point and we are ready to meet in person…
To be continued…..
Double Date: Dinner, Dancing, Drinks January 21, 2009
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At the last minute Dale called me up to tell me he and his lady were running a tad behind schedule, so instead of me making the trip to their place, just to go on without them and meet them there which was okay by me.
I didn’t get to fancy in my duds, but did dress up a bit for the night out. Sporting a nice printed club shirt (the buttons are dice), jeans, black leather boots, and a spritzing of cologne I made my way over to April’s.
April was also wearing jeans that nicely hugged her hips, a black studded leather belt, and some sort of brown blouse I can’t really find the words for. Not to sound like a fashionista, but it was kinda non-descript. Her hair was done up straight, a little lip gloss, and her own perfume.
We made our way to the restaurant with a bit of small talk, her cell-phone annoyingly going off every few minutes, but I give her credit….she didn’t answer once. That was a nice change of pace, as April is usually stuck into one of these endless and inane texting conversations with on of her girlfriends that are devoid of substance. Overall the drive was nice and neither one of us brought up he earlier shopping spree or what may transpire lately. Instead we listened to my CD’s and talked about Dale always thinks the eateries he chooses are always ‘the bomb’, when in fact they are just pretty average. Same with this one. Dale described as a superb Italian cuisine that really stands out against all the other Italian places in the county.
Er…not so much. It was ‘okay’ at best and April and I smiled to each other in mutual understanding when Dale went on and on about the quality of our meals. His lady looked awesome as well this evening, sporting a nice, long blue denim skirt, a white blouse open enough to show off some silver bling she was wearing. She’s a very nice woman, and I’ll admit….on more than one occasion I have wondered what she is like in bed. She drops hints from time to time about her and Dale’s sex life as innocent banter, but Dale often rolls his eyes and tells me she exaggerates. I remember once, a long time ago she mentioned her and Dale sleep nude because it’s just easier when she gets in the mood, but Dale told me later “Wishful thinking….doesn’t happen like that.” Oooo…Kay, I wasn’t looking for a qualifier statement.
Anyway, after dinner we decided to walk over to a bar that Dale and I used to frequent years ago. He said it had been remodeled as of late and now have dancing. “Sure.”, I said and we all made the few block trek in the cold night air to the bar.
It really was nice inside, much nicer than I ever remembered it being. Much more open inside, cleaner and brighter. The girls had a few f00-foo drinks, and Dale and I had a double shot of whisky with a beer chaser.
The band was really good. A cover band with a very jazz and blues take on many popular songs. I found myself tapping my toes and bobbing my head to the swanky sounds and wishing I was a little bit more buzzed and that my present company enjoyed dancing as much as I do….they don’t.
There was a bachlorette party going on as well, a gaggle of girls letting loose and drinking freely. The bride-to-be was looking a little happy and was surrounded by quite a few of her drunk girlfriends of all ages as they dragged her out to the dance floor to dance the night away.
Then walked in three smoking hot girls, who looked like they just turned 21. The first was a blond wearing a one piece baby-blue party dress who was probably the most conservative of the bunch. The second was a very tall and leggy brunette with tight blue jeans on, white long sleeve sweater, ‘fuck-me’ eye makeup, and a sexy scarve swathed belt wrapped around her waist. Finally, the best for last and both Dale and I noticed her right away and I’m sure our eyes bugged out as did everyone else in the place. There isn’t much to say about her…she was cute like the rest, but it was her top that blew up the joint. It was a backless blouse with such a low plunging neckline up front (think J’Lo from that award show a few years back) that it basically reached her belly button. This allowed for her tits to be basically out in the open as she was clearly wearing no bra and every person in the joint got plenty an eyeful of side boob from all angles. Clearly, short of showing her hard nipples, it left nothing to the imagination, and I was almost straining if I could see double sided tape as I have no clue how she kept her nipples covered.
Of course, being a guy, my libido began to rev up quite a bit and I instantly wished I was 20 something again and came alone. I was picturing tossing this one around all over my house and wondered if her friends were so inclined as well.
But within moments of my own sordid daydream, I brought myself back to reality and reminded myself inside to channel this energy to April later in the evening. It was here April noticed me looking and leaned into my ear…”I suppose you’re looking at her chest?” (Gulp…busted…) “Well, we all are.”, she said and smiled at me. “You ready to take me home soon?” I nodded yes and we began to down our drinks with a bit more aggression.
We must have been at the club for about two hours, and realizing it would take an additional 30-35 minutes to get back to Aprils, we all walked back to our cars, said goodbye to our friends, and went on our way.
As we began to drive back, April placed her hand on my right thigh and inched its way to my package which she gave a slight squeeze which began to stir in response, “I hope you have the energy.”
Oh, I do…I do.
To be continued (the good stuff)
