Many of you liked 'Apartment Ch. 01' and I thought you might like to know how I met the sexy, erotic, exhibitionist woman who was to become my wife. She's much more experienced than me and is now writing a story about her sexual encounters as a young woman in Madrid. I hope she finishes them soon, as they certainly turn me on.
I know that many people would suggest that casual sex is dangerous. "Not on the first night" is a common mantra. But my later life experience has been that the women I dated were as hungry for it as I was. A site I thought was for 'grown up' on-line dating turned out to be a site for making friends with people who just wanted sex and a good time, not the usual dating site, but that's another story. I enjoyed a couple of bachelor years and soon found that I needed the company of women. I ended up dating several dozen, on the adult site and elsewhere, most of whom were 'up for it' and I belatedly realised that there is much more common between men and women in their sexual desires than I had realised.
Those few months of playing the field came to a stop when I met Louisa Love. And they barely prepared me for what she had to offer. We both agree that the relatively virginal man I had been previously could not have coped with her wild sexiness. We met on Match.com (doesn't everyone?) and we hit it off with some word-play. I liked her photograph and we agreed to meet on a Thursday. As I mentioned before, she's a nurse and has shifts to work. I was celebrating success on a work outing on the Tuesday before when she got in touch. It was early evening and we had been drinking since lunchtime. Only a few hardened cases remained, sitting at the pavement tables of an Edinburgh bar and we were all fairly drunk. It was 6.30 when I noticed that Louisa had texted to say that she was unexpectedly free for the night, so could we meet up? I called her.
"Louisa?"
"Yes."
"Hi. It's Jeff. I thought you couldn't meet me until Thursday?"
"I've swapped shifts with another nurse. It suited her, so now I'm free." I liked the sound of her voice. It sang over the words.
"But I texted you hours ago! Why did you take so long to get back to me?" she added.
"I'm sorry. I work at the university and we've been celebrating graduation since lunchtime. I only just noticed your text. I'd like to see you but I'm afraid I'm a bit drunk."
"In that case, I'll have a glass of wine while I get ready and try to catch up. I'll see you in an hour. How will I know you?"
"I'm sitting outside Assembly with a couple of other guys. I'm the one in the kilt."
See you soon then. Oh, and mine's a dry white."
I was sitting chatting to Tom and Angela when over the other side of the road I saw this gorgeous, curvy chick approaching. Her full bosoms were clear even from 50 yards and she looked confident in her low-cut white patterned blouse and her skin-tight black jeans. I realised it was her and nipped inside the bar quickly to get her a glass of chilled Sauvignon Blanc. When I came out she was sitting with the others.
"You must be Louisa." I could barely keep my eyes off her cleavage and I was too drunk to be subtle about it. But she's game and she stared at my hairy legs.