Title: A night of heavy flirting
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Blog Entry: This Saturday night I met an awesome woman! First, about me, I’m married, sexually frustrated, but married so this blog is going to end in complete disappointment for a lot of you who want to hear about the act of sex. But she was so hot and gave me such attention, and made me feel so great; I have to tell somebody about it. My friend and I went to a nice bar and ended up sitting next to a couple of gals, they were both good looking, one of whom was stunning! She was close to my age (which is awesome.) She was thin, had gorgeous long legs, she was tan, blonde, had a beautiful smile, and clear blue eyes that could steal your soul. She wore high heeled sandals, a tight-fitting pink top that politely showed just enough cleavage, a devastatingly short kahki skirt, and pink panties (that’s how short the skirt was!). I couldn’t help but get the feeling that we had exchanged a couple of glances as we drank our beers. She broke the ice and said I looked like Chris Martin of Cold Play (personally, I don’t see it, but it’s probably the hair). We exchanged a couple comments, but that was about it. Anyway, they both got up and left, or so we thought. My friend and I moved over to their seats (they were better, had better access to the bar and a much better view of the crowd) to our surprise, they returned and immediately started to give us good natured crap about taking their seats. They had left for a smoke (I’m assuming). (By the way, a coaster placed over your drink even though it’s empty apparently means “I’ll be back”) My friend and I are gentlemen and we humorously exaggerated our bows and apologies. We told them we’d buy them drinks but we were both married and it would therefore be inappropriate. I think that made them feel very comfortable with us. We started talking and did some shots together. We even helped them look for cute guys worthy of them. But the blonde (whose name I’m omitting for her privacy) she didn’t seem interested in that game, she was focusing on me. Which was very exciting! We shared lots of personal information and got very comfortable. Then it happened. There was a moment when her friend was off chatting with another guy and my friend was off to buy drinks and take a leak. In the crowded bar she got very close and crossed her leg with mine. I put my hand on it. It was so unbelievably smooth! She looked into my eyes and smiled with the sexiest smile I’ve ever seen. She moved her leg slowly down a little so that my hand moved up just an inch. (I honestly think she would have been fine with me sliding my hand all the way up) Then she leaned in to talk to me. The bar was crowded and loud so she put her cheek next to mine and talked to me in my ear. We talked this way for while, very close, saying nice things to each other, looking into each others eyes, laughing and enjoying each other. It was so sexy. I had an erection and she knew it. I caught her looking at the bulge in my jeans and she just laughed and smiled that sexy smile. From this point on in the night, she was all over me and I’m afraid my flirting nature (and my erection) I’m sure, encouraged her. The sexual tension between us was enormous. Everyone felt it. They said they were going dancing and asked if we danced or if we were those lame wallflower types. I confessed that I hadn’t been dancing in years but there’s no way I wouldn’t dance with her if I went. Then I did some moving of my hips to show that I could indeed dance and was not shy about it. That was a big hit with her, she clapped and laughed and slinked on over to me. She wrapped her hand around the back of my neck straddled my leg and we both moved slowly and beautifully together! She pressed into me, my erection firm against her hip. She grabbed my hand spun out, and (I shit you not) I spun her back in fast and she wrapped her leg around my thigh with awesome grace and speed as if we were on dancing with the stars or something. It was perfect. “Whoa” my friend said. “Aw he is dead” her friend said (as in, I’m in her super hot clutches and she was right!) we moved some more. Like a classy professional stripper, she gyrated on my leg as I held her waist. I could feel her warm pussy through my jeans! It was SO HOT! They both begged us to go dancing with them. My friend, I could tell, was uncomfortable with the idea and I knew it would be a very bad idea for me. I went to the bathroom to take a leak and cool off and talk myself out of going with her. This was very hard to do, but when I came back I told her that we were staying and that they should go. She started to ask why. She said she’d be good; it’s just dancing, etc. I told her that she was too damn hot for me. That there’s no way I’d trust myself to hold out the whole night. She kissed my cheek, said some really great things and left my friend and I to marvel at what had happened that night. It’s not often that we find ourselves in that situation. I know I did the right thing, but my head is filled with fantasies of her.
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