I feel like most people have had this experience-- you meet somebody, you know that you are completely wrong for each other, but there is still that unmistakable physical attraction to each other. Usually these types of relationships are not built to last, but if you play your cards right, you can have a couple weeks of so much fun that it almost feels like a blur.
That was my experience during my first summer post college (23 years old), working and living in a new city. I met a guy, he was 7-8 years older than me, and arguably too old for me to be hanging out with at this stage of my life. But he was incredibly handsome, he exuded a confidence that I was not used to. He lived and breathed the city that we were living in in a way that my newly graduated college friends and I didn't. He knew the cool bars. He knew the restaurants. He liked being the guy in the know.
It was obvious from the beginning that this was never going to be a serious relationship. We met at a bar on a Friday night, that now in retrospect was questionable that he was even at. The average age of the bar was probably 24 years old, and he and his out of town buddy were at the bar having drinks when he offered to get me one. I loved the attention immediately, and I was hooked by this handsome guy who was giving me a feeling of belonging and affirmation.
I went home with him that night. We were making out before we left the bar. He was whispering how badly he "wanted" and "needed" me the entire car ride back. I worked my hardest to stand my ground of respectability. I had never had a one night stand before-- frankly at this point I had been with a handful of guys total and this entire experience was all so new to me.
His apartment was beautiful, he had big windows, had furniture that wasn't used or bought on craigslist. On a night where I promised my self to take it slow with this new guy, he slowly got me more and more comfortable. Before long I was in my thong on his bed. His mouth on my tits, his fingers rubbing me. And suddenly I was on my hands a knees blowing this stranger enthusiastically, wanting him to cum for me, and eventually succeeding. I committed to this being the limit to which I was going to go on our first night-- a respectable end. He offered to get a cab. It was 3 am, he barely got up as I left. We exchanged numbers and I sat hoping to hear from him again.
Five or sex days passed and it was Thursday night-- probably about 10 pm-- when I got a text... "Hey, if you're out meet me at XYZ." For a number of weeks that was the nature of our relationship. I'd get a message, and I'd enthusiastically go where he requested. We'd always end up back at his apartment, I'd enthusiastically enjoy a late night sexual tryst. He'd either send me on my way or we'd pass out and I'd sneak away the next morning.
I began being prepared for this by week 4. I'd carry a large purse. On this particular Thursday night I packed a cute sundress for work, a bra and a thong prepared for the fact that I would be heading right to work from his apartment.
It was a little like clock work at this point. I would have my cutest outfit picked out-- this time I had borrowed a particularly little, little black dress. The straps were tight, the bust allowed me to wear it without a bra with my still very perky 34 C boobs. The hem of the dress went over my ass and a few inches further. I wanted him to want me when I received my text from him. I would shave my legs and pussy after work, and have my outfit laid out and ready to go. My bag packed. My pill taken.
It worked, he was all over me in front of his friends the minute that I arrived at the bar. He kept whispering to me, "I need to get you home"... and after an hour or so we were on our way to his apartment. He was even more in command then ever. Telling me exactly what to do, how to undress, where to put my hands, where to position myself. I woke up in my familiar place, slightly sore, a little hungover but generally happy. I used his shower and got ready for work.
As I stood in his room-- half dressed in a bra and a thong he told me how sexy I looked and how he was impressed by me last night. Again in retrospect, a total dick move, but I loved it at the time. He started telling me how he wanted to started pushing my limits a little bit more, and I smiled and told him that I thought that sounded fun. He told me that he wanted me again, and in a rare occasion in this relationship I told him that I really had to go to work and that he could text me later for some fun. I put on my sundress and gave him a really sensual kiss. "Byeee" I smiled as the kiss ended.
Barely 2 hours passed before the texts started:
Him: Decided to "work from home" today
Me: Lucky you :)
