New Orleans...II  

CruelKitty 45F
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8/19/2005 4:34 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

New Orleans...II


k...where was I? At the club with Skip. What a name..wondering if it's real. I use a fake name sometimes..Sheila. There's a story behind it too. So anyway...Skip was pretty hot. I was kinda disappointed in the men in New Orleans...didn't find a whole lot of hotties there. But Skip was hot and friendly...but a total liar. He came on with this story about being from Atlanta and his dad is an exec for Shell and he had a room at the Waldorf. Is there a Waldorf in New Orleans? I didn't see one. It didn't matter anyway, but I do like to get a little bit of truth from guys I meet, just so I know more about what I'm dealing with. I told my other friends that I'd be fine, I figured I'd be going to Skip's hotel. He kept putting it off though. We went to Scarlett's and watched some strippers. This is the funny part. Skip gets up and talks to some dude and comes back for me and we head to the elevator. Apparently we're headed to a VIP room..without a girl. The guy escorting us up was commenting on how unusual a request this was. Come to find out that Skip hadn't discussed financial arrangements with him. The room was a $100/hour. So we headed back down. All I can say now is that Skip is damn skippin lucky that I have a sense of humor. We exit Scarlet's (which I found out the next night that they won't let women in without a male escort...what's that about???) and start walking. My hotel is about 6 blocks away, but I still don't want to take Skip there. We pass some people up on a balcony and this girl yells down "You're gonnna get laid". Skip yells back that he hopes so. I'm just thinking only if we can find a decent place to hit it. Cause after all, the streets in New Orleans are filthy. After a bit of misunderstanding, we end up at the parking garage at the mall. Skip's truck. My sense of humor is in overdrive. So were my hormones, cause I didn't care. I did notice that the tag said Louisiana...so I know he's not from Atlanta. He sits in the truck and sit on his lap behind the wheel and start kissing him. He moves me to the seat and we go at it. Not bad. He had a fairly large cock. It doesn't last too long though...so we finish and I'm thinking we're done for the night. I tell him he has to walk me back to my hotel and we trek off. We get to my hotel and I try to ditch him at the door. He catches me though. Sorry, I thought that's how these things play out. I'm not that experienced. We get up to my room and I open the door and my roommate startles. I was just glad to see that her dude was gone. She just wakes up and kinda laughs and then rolls back over. AT this point, I was still thinking that Skip and I were just going to go to sleep. Little did I know. He took his clothes off. I peeled down to panties and an undershirt and I try my hardest to sleep. He's rubbing on me though and talking in my ear..and God, that gets me hot. I tell him to shush..cause I don't want my roomie hearing anything. Anyway, to make a long story short, we did it twice more. I remember he kept saying "Let me put it in ya ass"..and he tried...but his dick was just too fat. Eventually he fell asleep and between his snoring and my roomie's snoring, I didn't get a wink. I did end up with 2 hickeys, a bruised thigh, and a bump on my head. My roomie asked me the other day if I got his phone number. I didn't. I didn't really see the point. The sex was good--great...but there was no point. I hate one night stands, but sometimes it's just better to have the memory.

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