AIDING IN THE CORRUPTION OF A PERFECTLY GROWN-ASS WOMAN: PART II
So it was the evening of the 3rd of July, and I had tentative plans to hang out with a friend and her hubby. They had endured a tough work week, so by the end of the evening, they weren't feeling down to put up with my usual night-owl shenanigans. I forgave them for being responsible adults, and within a couple of minutes, my phone went off. Hilary was up for dancing, but her boyfriend was a being a hermit, and she wanted to have some fun.
Interestingly enough, when I didn't return Hilary's call immediately, she called up her old high school sweetheart. That tells me she's looking for trouble. We meet up, make introductions to the man she has in tow, and get our dance on. This time, there are no co-workers or new friends around to keep up the illusions of being uptight. The fun ensues as we pick up where we left off. Unlike the last time, the drinks are flowing more easily for her, and I have a good time allowing a few gents to spin me around and pay my tab. As she and I return to each other, we've both eased into a more comfortable and touchy-feely flirtation. I leave little hints here and there about my attraction to women, contemporaneously complimenting her sexiness and the appeal of other beautiful ladies that cross our path on the dance floor. She is all smiles and beginning to grind on me. I'm amused that the guy that she is there with is acting so non-chalant like he "be big pimp-in." He has no idea what kind of force of nature he is dealing with when YM enters his world... I'm thinking, "Does he realize he's the chump here?" But honestly I'm okay with that as I'm in no hurry to take advantage of this girl. He can have her once I get her worked-up, and if I choose to go further, he can have my leftovers. The way I see it, I'm doing this dude a favor
During one of the last song or two, she's flashes her pearly whites at me, grabs my hand and waist, and plants a sweet and taunting kiss on my cheek. It's past "drunk-thirty," and they begin to turn on the club lights. She looks at me and proclaims, "I'm not ready for this night to end, where are we going now." Those big brown eyes linger on me in hopes that I've got the answer. "Let's find and after-hours club," she suggests. YM knows of one after hours club, but it would have been a little over the top for newbie (and I am much too gentle-womanly to watch her get eaten alive by drunken, horny swingers).
The club closes and we haven't come to a concrete decision, but we do agree to meet up around the corner at a fast food joint to discuss our options. My answer: I have an apartment in the city, stocked with the finer, more fun things in life. Does she know this is my "incall?" Not at all. As far as she is concerned, I am a lady who owns my own business (which I do) and does well enough to have a place in the suburbs, and a party/crash pad in the city. And who am I to burst her bubble? I present the latter option, and she eagerly, "says, YES, OMG! Let's go to your place. I am SO READY to fuuuuck!" I think, "wow, she's looking at me, but her dude is looking at me too, hoping that I throw him a bone...hehehe."
(NOW TAKE A BREAK RIGHT THERE GUYS...IF YOU THINK THIS STORY ENDS WITH ME GETTING INTO HER PANTS...IT DOESN'T, NOT YET...AND IF AND WHEN I DO, I WILL POST ANOTHER STORY ABOUT THE "ULTIMATE CORRUPTION OF A PERFECTLY GROWN-ASS WOMAN.")
She and her dude follow me to my med-center incall. I call a male friend of mine to join us at the incall. I have decided AGAINST taking advantage at this point, and figure I would take the pressure off of her by evening the male:female ratio. Upon her arrival, we pour some drinks and I give her the tour. She is in awe of my set-up, and comments about how it is like walking into a model-home. I don't know about all of that, but I am proud of it. We put on some sexy beats and the men just chill, wondering what's next.
She and I sit on the bed and she turns to my nightstand. On the second shelf, she notices my Hitachi Magic wand and grabs it immediately. "Hey, what's this?" she asks..."oh just little bit of fun for the bedroom." I snatch it from her, we take a sip of our drinks, and with my other hand, I flip on the switch. She's eyes me curiously, but I don't hesitate after I set my drink down. I put it in front of her face between the two of us like a giant undulating microphone (karaoke flashback). "Feel this," I say while motioning her hand to grab its head and feel the intense vibrations. Her eyes widen as she grabs it and giggles. Her guy walks in and makes himself comfortable on the bed next to us as he observes our little show and tell. I still have it gripped at its base and guide it lightly down her chest, and confidently press it firmly between her legs. She shudders..."wow..." I don't intend to pounce, only tease, so I let up and allow her to toy with it a little more as I get up to give her some cooling off space. She sips her drink, and picks it up a few more times to playfully poke and prod her dude with it. He is getting tired, I can tell, but is willing himself to stay awake to collect some bread crumbs. She puts it down and turns once again to the night stand. She notices something that most people overlook. Pushed to the back of one of the shelves is a plastic shoe box. "What else do you have here?"
Hilary Duff is about to lose her innocence I think to myself...
To her blushing delight, she examines the numerous naughty, phallic, and battery-operated devices in this small treasure chest. When asked why do I have so many, I simply answer that I like toy stores, am filled with curiosity, and possess a healthy sexual appetite. In her eyes, I was a rock-star.
This is where my story ends...for now. I offer the two of them the comfort of my bed, while I turn my attention on my gentleman friend in the living area. By this time, her senses were heightened, her curiosity piqued, and her man needed a reward for driving her around to chase her white-rabbit.
She wants to be conquered. She NEEDS to be conquered. The guy in the bed was a temporary substitute for whatever she has been missing at home. I have no doubt they would have found a quiet place to get their freak on. Did
I corrupt her? No; I just provided the excitement she craved that night. I am guilty of no more and no less.
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REALLY?!?! What a coincidence!!! Was your bandcamp in Las Vegas too? 