This story was greatly inspired by someone I did recently meet in a bar and I think the story could have easily turned into what is described below, except I was stupid enough to pass this chance.
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Don't things always happen when you least expect them? Any guy will be able to relate to this statement. Whenever you go out with the goal in mind to meet someone and maybe get lucky, it never happens, doesn't it?
So the other night I made plans to go out my buddy Frank, to watch some lame, amateur kickboxing fight at the local Hilton. We figured it's something to do and at least we might get a few laughs and see some pretty ring girls. As it turned out, the whole show was terrible and we both felt that we could have put up better fights ourselves.
In order to get past the disappointment, we decided to go across the street and wash the frustration down with a few beers and shoot the breeze for a while.
The bar was very crowded, as it always is on Friday nights. It's one of these things with interesting stuff hanging up everywhere and on top of it, they always have a couple of performers there during the weekend, singing old, sappy songs from Cat Stevens and the like. Not my cup of tea, but it always seems to draw a crowd.
We found a little space against the wall, across from these four girls which seemed to have a grand time with each other. Sort of reminded me of "Sex in the City" in a suburban setup.
Me and Frank are both from Switzerland and in our early forties. While either of us has been in the US for the better part of 20 years, when it's just the two of us, we still speak Swiss German.
Now Frank is a very tall, lanky guy, who kind of looks like Kramer in Seinfeld and he is about as clumsy to boot. Anyway, he always sticks out of the crowd because he is 6'5" and the only thing bigger than his height, is his nose.
I'm more of the average guy at 6 ft., but I try to keep myself in good shape with regular exercise. While Frank is the shallow type who will just about jump on anything with a skirt and preferably stockings and high heels, I'm the complete opposite. As a result, he's had sex with many woman and I haven't. I can be painfully shy around girls, until I feel comfortable. However, once I know a girl, I'm willing to talk and try anything, but I'm generally very picky.
As Frank had just broken up with another demon possessed girlfriend, he had quite a story o tell, which is always very amusing. Did I mention that he is quite a good story teller?
Just as he was getting to the juicy part of the story, one of the "Sex in the City" girls turned to us and asked us if we were German. We told her that we were from Switzerland, yet the German language is quite familiar to us.
As I looked into her face, or more precisely her eyes, I felt like I could see right inside her. There was an instant connection of sympathy and understanding between us. I was completely startled and tongue tied accordingly.
However, Chris seemed to have no such issues at all and started to chatter right along, about how she was here with her three other friends, celebrating one of their birthdays.
Chris is about 5'6" tall and was wearing a relatively conservative sweater, a long beige skirt and low rise black shoes. Nothing blowing the mind. But her face was entirely different. Short wavy red hair, a set of perfect teeth, framed by a pair of sensuous lips that look slightly crooked when she smiles. This only made her more appealing to me as it gave the impression that she was up to no good. Her eyes are this beautiful brown, but more importantly, they are clear as the purest water. Like a freshly cleaned window to her soul, hidden by a pair of narrow, very stylish Roeder glasses with a black frame. The kind that state "I'm different and damn proud of it." The openness with which she talked, only confirmed my first impression.
At first, it was the regular small talk chitchat and then the age guessing started, because it was her girlfriends birthday. Everybody tried to be polite with the guesses and for once I didn't insult anyone, nor did Frank.
During the whole time, I couldn't help but feeling that I was just staring at Chris and there was nothing I could do about it. I was fascinated and I felt incredibly alive.
Lucky me, it seemed like Chris kind of liked me too and we soon drifted a little bit apart from the rest of them. What followed, was the most blunt and open conversation about sex I ever had with anyone I knew for less than a year. I don't even remember how the topic came up, it just did. I knew then that the connection I felt, was not just a product of my overly active imagination.
We seemed to have much in common. We both love sex and a wide of variety of it.
Suddenly, Chris asked me, "did you ever have anal sex?"
This was getting serious and I said I did and loved it.
"I only had it once, but I loved it a lot and would like it again."
"So do I and I love the way you can use toys in a very imaginative way."
