The hookup  

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1/16/2006 6:48 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

The hookup

I met someone last week and I am pretty bummed. I was leaving for work and saw the most beautiful woman I have seen in a long time, sitting in her window watching the world go by. I had noticed her several times over the last month or so. Always sitting in her window looking like she was a million miles away. As I have said before I am several hundred miles from home and familiar settings also, so I knew what I thought she might be feeling. Being monday morning and the fact I was late for work, I really couldn't think that really cool line that guys use to break the ice, so I just asked her if she was here on the weekends. I got the puzzled look that I imagine I would give a stranger for asking me that question but she politely answered and I explained that if she was here on the weekends that we could hang out so that she wouldn't feel stranded in the room all weekend. Her eyes were amazing, big brown eyes and blonde hair, gorgeous figure and a voice that sounded like an angel. We only talked for a minute but I couldn't stop thinking about her all day. I kept flashing to the woman in the window. That night when I returned from work, I stopped in my room and dusted off the day. The phone rang. It was her, asking if I would mind if she stopped by. I cannot be sure but I think I said "lkjsdoin" and I may have swore also. She stopped by a few minutes later. The door shut behind her and the next thing I knew it was 6am and my day was starting again. Nothing happened that night, just a lot of heavy petting. We talked about everything, family, friends, music,current events, world politics and SPORTS (talk about a turn on....a woman that knows sports and can not only listen but ask questions and provide color commentary). Needless to say I was hotter than a three dollar pistol. She left and I went to work. The entire day I kept smelling her perfume and tasting her lips. I could not get her out of my mind and I couldn't help but wonder what I had done to deserve this Goddess of a woman. That day I returned from work tired as all get out and ready for bed. Again the phone rang and she wanted to come over. I caught a second wind and told her to come over but we had to be in bed early. She hit the door running, I don't think the door had fully shut before she threw me against the wall and planted another of her deep wet kisses on me. She felt amazing, her body was soft and firm. The sex was amazing, we were both soaking wet from working each other over for hours. Needless to say I was late to work the next day. The next two days were like carbon copies of the last, only with a little more sleep, the multiple orgasms were replaced with one or two and some pillow talk before we collapsed in a heap on the bed. I was looking forward to this weekend and was planning on springing a spontaneous trip on her this weekend. The note I found under my door this afternoon when I got home from work took me by suprise, "I had to go but I also wanted to leave you a little note. I didn't want to leave without saying bye. Thank you for everything!!!! I have your email so I'll get to you soon. Send me things when you get a chance. You know, all that fun stuff. I'll miss you. Be good to yourself! Be well. Take care of your bucket!" Long story, don't ask about the bucket. I know this is not a really sexually explicit story, although it could have been. Do you ever just feel like God has thrown you a bone. I will never forget her and will always remember the way she smelled and the feeling of her kisses. By the way, if she is reading this, "I would, and I would never regret it!"


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