It had been building for years. We were a couple of years apart in high school in a very small town. You've always been gorgeous, but your 20s and 30s resulted in one hell of an attractive woman.
We had no real history to speak of, no dates, not really particularly close as friends, though never any bad feelings between us at all. I noticed a picture of yours shortly after becoming friends on Facebook. Nothing graphic, just a picture of you in a tank top and jeans, with that tiny sliver of ass peeking its head up to say hello.
I said very little, didn't mention how incredibly sexy you looked in your Halloween costume (I'm a sucker for toned legs and thigh highs). I kept my mouth shut until you revealed your latest adventure in ink.
I couldn't keep my mouth shut. It was too hot and my own proclivities for "vanilla/chocolate twist with sprinkles" ... couldn't be contained.
I expressed to you, somewhat out of the blue I would expect, how insanely sexy that piece was, and how indescribably hot you had become.
You were gracious and appreciative, I could sense a growing and quiet confidence. Keep in mind, we knew each other a long time, but not very well.
Not much happened between us, you lived in northern California, I lived in southern. Cali is a big ass state to drive across.
I told you, discreetly, that I was single, just to make sure you were aware of my availability should you need to take advantage of someone for fun or stress relief sometime.
I keep my confidence high and my expectations low, you just never can tell when a beautiful, highly sexual woman in her mid-30s is going to decide she needs a piece of low-stress, high-reward fun. So I don't let those opportunities to declare NSA availability, go by without saying anything. Like I said, you're gorgeous.
Then you mentioned you were headed to a concert in Anaheim and had an extra ticket. Now, you're by far the more visible of the two of us publicly. I'm pretty comfortable with classic rock, rap, country and some oldies. But I had the weekend available and wanted to get to know you better.
We made arrangements for you to pick me up on your way past, no reason to drive an hour separately. I agreed to make reservations at a hotel to pay you back for my ticket and your gas. I booked a two bedroom suite, never expecting anything to happen, but not wanting to lose the opportunity if you decided you were feeling frisky.
The concert was the next day, you texted when you took my exit and picked me up. We made our way down to the room, checked in and dropped off our stuff before heading out. Grabbed a couple of joints I'd brought for the occasion and lit up as we walked back to your vehicle.
I offered a hit, you hesitated, then grinned and took a long drag. Held it in and exhaled like a pro.
We drove out to the event, had an absolute blast together. Both feeling good and having had a good time, we drove back to the hotel and walked to the room. There was a tension, but I couldn't sense exactly what it was.
After walking in, I took off my jacket and stretched a bit. You were standing against the wall looking at me, but I was not necessarily sure what you were thinking.
"Hey, I had a great time tonight. There's one more thank you I wanted to give you for the invite, but I need your permission first."
"Sure."
I stepped immediately in front of you, pinned your arms over your head and kissed your just parted lips at first, I didn't want to push too far if you weren't into it. You part your lips and kiss back.
The kiss intensified, I tentatively slid my tongue between your lips and was thrilled to find yours waiting. We stood with your back against the wall, arms pinned above your head, making out for several minutes. You, as I certainly consider myself to be, are an outstanding kisser.