Cry baby…
Spot: Cavo
Chic: 34/Spaniard
Body type: Fit
Occupation: Dentist
Admittedly, this one was hard to find, so I decided to use good old faithful, to find some authentic Spaniard ass (as in directly from Spain). Match.com. After spending the better part of 2 days to find and chat with this one online, we decided to meet close to her. She lives in Astoria, known for its ambiance and great food I chose Cavo.
Getting there early to set up for my encounter, I had a couple drinks with the bartender. Let me tell you , this breathtaking Moldavian beauty made me want to ditch my date, but she had to work the bar so I had to settle for the Spaniard.
My date, now 15 minutes late arrives, after giving her the once over I opted for drinks over dinner, still thinking of my bar maid, plus she looked a lot better in her pictures. In person I’d give her a sober 7 out of 10. But she was a means to an end, after all her purpose was to help me strike number 3 off of the list.
Sitting at the bar, force to feign some degree of interest I started self medicating. Goose and Red Bull, one after the other. Just as I was approaching a zen state of buzz, she did it. She started playing with her hair.
Was this a sign from the gods? Could I start making my move to go back to her place? Turning on whatever charm I had left in me, I seduced her within minutes.
Deciding to kill 2 birds with one stone, I let her touch me and try to make out with me (obviously to see if the bartender was interested). I slid my fingers up along the seem of her jeans to what I would assume to be a rather moist and hopefully delectable pussy. Not sensing any resistance from her I threw some cash on the the bar and led her out.
Side note: She lived 2 blocks away.
My blood pressure starting to build with the anticipation of the kill, I put my arm around her waist sliding one of my fingers under the waistband of her jeans while walking to her place, gently squeezing from time to time to keep her in the mood.
From the moment we got back to her place we were naked and and I was going for the gold. There was nothing I wouldn’t try to do with her, afterall it wasn’t like I was going to see her again, well not intentionally anyway.
After fucking her a couple times (she gets a B- for the sex), I got up and got dressed.
Chic: What are you doing? Where are you going?
Me: I’m going home.
Chic: You can stay for the night.
Me: No, I already did what I had to do.
Chic starts crying and cursing saying she feels used.
While walking out of her room, I tossed a card that simply read “casualdater.net” told her to check out the website in a week or two and it will explain everything.
Adios…
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