There've been a variety of women in my life, though few that I could call my own for more than a night or three. I've picked up (and been picked up by) partners in a number of places and times. Last night, for example, is one of the infrequent times a woman approached me.
I enjoy eating sushi - some people don't like it, but I can't seem to get enough of it. There's a nice little sushi bar here in town that makes a great Spider Roll (and I couldn't tell you what was in it if I tried), and so I often go after work or class to grab a bite to eat and just unwind. I was there last night, lounging at the bar with a cup of tea when the bell to the shop door rang; naturally I looked over, and saw her.
She didn't sit next to me at first: I later found out she'd been waiting for a date, but he never showed. Or, if he did, it wasn't until after we left. By the time I ordered my food and had it arrive, she apparently got fed up with waiting and decided that I'd be a suitable alternative to whomever she was supposed to be meeting; she walked up and (rather bluntly) introduced herself as Sara. I offered her the seat next to me, and we started talking.
Just little stuff, really. I try to get women to talk about themselves so that I can listen, and usually I don't have a problem with it. She talked about her work as a vet's assistant (which quickly eliminated that tiny interest I had in working with animals professionally - I never put much thought into it, but she assured me of things I really had no interest in finding out in the first place), where she wanted to visit, her roommate. Our food came, we ate, we finished. We spoke until the shop closed and, much to my chagrin, the owner actually had to tell us he was turning the lights out before we got the hint.
I kissed her hand after I walked her to her car. She seemed to want more, but I'm always concerned about pushing myself on people (it's a side effect of being tall and... well, tall). I'd almost turned around before she mentioned that she only lived a few blocks away. I followed her in my car, and found out that she meant that literally, she lived something like three blocks from the restaurant.
Her roommate was nice, in a vague sort of way. She didn't look to happy about some guy she'd never met seeing her in pajama bottoms, though - she quickly withdrew to her own room. Sara popped in a DVD and offered me a drink.
She curled up next to me as the movie started; it was almost a reflex for me to kiss her forehead. She kissed me, and I could still taste the faint lingering taste of oranges on her lips. I suppose, from there, it was inevitable. I responded, drawing her lower lip in and gently suckling on it. Following that, I carefully kissed down her cheek to her neck. There's something about a woman's neck that I find completely fascinating: smooth flesh, warm, at the perfect place for a light nibble. And in my experience, women enjoy it when a man focuses on the nape - I guess it's the nape? - of her neck for a while.
It wasn't much longer before her blouse was unbuttoned; we decided it might be prudent to retire to her room, so that we wouldn't interrupt The Roommate with whatever she was doing.
Once the door was closed, the blouse came off. She looked rather cute in the restaurant, but the glimpses I got there were nothing compared to her in bed. I'll admit that I've always had a preference for petite women, and she was certainly that. And that same bluntness that brought her to me initially didn't suddenly fade away once she had me alone, which often happens: her bra came off almost immediately after the blouse which, while it denied me the pleasure of undressing her, was incredibly hot. I didn't even see her unhook it - she just shrugged it off her shoulders and carefully, oh-so-carefully, dropped it to the ground.
