Tammy and I stayed together for a while, with Lynn either joining us, going out with Tammy, or spending time with me when she wanted male companionship. Soon, though, Tammy started spending more and more time with her cousin, and we started drifting apart.
One night, while we were talking, Tammy and I decided that it would be best if we ended things as they were. She told me that she and Lynn were enjoying going out together, and enjoying the attention that they got when they were out.
We both wanted to remain friends, and would probably get together for more incredible sex whenever we could, but neither of us really wanted a committed relationship at that point.
I offered to let Tammy and Lynn rent the coach house as long as they wanted, but we all agreed that it would feel odd bringing a date home, knowing that we could be seen by our former lovers. Instead, I helped the women find a nice house, and helped them move in.
The night before the big move, I cooked dinner for both ladies. During, and after, dinner, we managed to knock off almost three bottles of wine. That led to some mind-blowing sex with both women, one watching while the other one played.
Knowing that we would be seeing each other often, due to the friendship struck up by the kids if for no other reason, we parted on rather happy terms.
The first week or so was an adjustment. I had gotten used to having a house full of people, and going to sleep next to someone again, and here I was, sleeping alone once more.
The next weekend was St. Patrick's Day, which is a big party day around here. The closest thing to a real Irish pub around here, without going into the city, is in one of the largest hotels, and they are known for having a huge bash that day.
I decided to get a room for the weekend, so that I could drink, relax, and drink a little more. That day, after checking in and taking a mid-day nap, I went down to the pub around five.
The place was already packed. I managed to elbow my way to the bar, ordered something to eat, and had a pint. While I was waiting, I looked over all of the people there. I had a good laugh or two at some of the people, who, at that early hour, were already wasted.
After I ate, I took in the band, holding on to my spot at the bar. That spot also gave me a perfect base for people watching. At one point, a woman, about my height, walked past me, and I did a double take.
She was tall, for a woman, with short, almost spiky, blonde hair, wearing a green-tinged blouse, a short tan skirt, and a pair of low heels. What got my attention, other than her long legs, was the fact that I recognized her from one of the internet dating sites that I had subscribed to before I met Tammy.
I never wrote to her, mostly because I prefer women shorted than me, and I love long hair. Getting a close up look at her, I started to think that maybe I should have given her a second thought.
Finishing my drink, I got the bartender's attention (tipping well, early, always helps, especially on a busy day like that), and ordered myself another pint, and told him to send the blonde a Dirty Martini, which I remember her mentioning in her profile.
As he handed her the drink, she looked over at me and smiled. I took that as a good sign, and walked over to her.
"I hope you didn't mind my ordering you a drink," I told her. "No strings attached. If you're not interested, just enjoy the drink, and I'll go back to my spot at the bar."
"No, not at all," she told me, with a beautiful smile that reached her bright green eyes. "That takes a certain amount of confidence to just order a drink for a woman that you've never met. I like that in a man."
"Good," I responded. "I was hoping you wouldn't be offended."
"Not at all," she said. "But how did you know that I liked Dirty Martinis? I haven't even had a chance to order one for myself."
I explained that I had seen her profile on line, and that she mentioned them there. She then asked why I hadn't written her there, and I told her that I had just seen it recently, which really wasn't a lie, I HAD just seen it the day before.
"Well," she said as she sipped her drink, "maybe it's a good thing that we both decided to come here tonight. It saves us some time writing back and forth before we got to this point."
"Could be," I responded, as I drank my pint.
"By the way, I'm Patti," she said, offering me her hand.
"I'm Kurt," I told her, taking her hand in mine.
We talked for a bit, as well as we could in a loud, crowded bar, and had a couple of more drinks. After a third round, we decided to check out one of the other rooms, where they had another stage set up, with more bands.
During a slow song, Patti and I danced, and then she asked if we could go outside for some fresh air. I could tell that she was feeling the Martinis, so I walked her to the patio.
Fortunately, the weather was pretty mild for that time of year, so coats weren't necessary. Once we were outside, we decided to walk around the grounds of the hotel.
While we were walking around, we talked a little more. We talked about our kids, and work, and compared notes on some of our on-line dating experiences.
We found ourselves behind the hotel, in what was supposed to be a Japanese garden. As we walked down the path, Patti steered us towards a pagoda. Stepping into it, she walked towards a railing overlooking a pond.
We looked over the pond in silence for a brief minute, and we could see into the ballroom that we had just left, watching the people dancing and carrying on.
"I want to ask you something," she said to me, as she leaned on the rail.
"Ok, ask away," I told her.
"What is it that you are looking for?" she asked, stepping towards me.
"Actually," I told her, "I am just looking to meet some women, and have a good time. I just ended a relationship, and I'm not really looking to get back into anything serious."
At that point, I expected Patti to tell me that she was looking for a relationship, and that would be that. However, she surprised me by stepping in to me, pinning me up against the railing, and giving me a deep, hot kiss.
The kiss lasted a couple of minutes, and our hands were roaming all over each other's back. Finally, she pulled back, and looked at me.
"Wow, you're a good kisser," she said as she caught her breath.
I chuckled, and responded, "You're pretty good yourself."
She stepped back into me and planted another hot, wet kiss on me. This time, our hands were wandering all over each other's bodies. I reached down and squeezed her ass, feeling nothing but cheek, and she slid her hand between us and grabbed my growing rod.
As she squeezed my quickly stiffening shaft, she pulled back a bit and had a wide-eyed look on her face.
"Oh, my," she said softly. "This feels quite nice!"
"It will feel even nicer when it's buried deep in your pussy," I told her, pulling her back in to me.
Patti slipped her hand out between us, and moaned as I started kissing her again, this time sliding the back of her skirt up her ass and slipping my fingers underneath.
While my fingers explored her ass, I found the back strap to the thong that she was wearing, and slid a couple of fingers underneath. As my fingers found the moisture seeping from her pussy and spread it around, Patti gasped and ground her hips against mine.
I dipped a fingertip just into her wet pussy, and then slid it back a little and started to slide it around her puckered asshole. When she felt my finger pushing against her tight rosebud, Patti gasped loudly, and attacked me with a fierce, passionate kiss as she ground her pussy against my now hard cock.
I gently pushed Patti away from me and walked her towards a bench along one wall. This time, I pinned her against the railing, with the bench next to us, and started kissing her. While we were tongue-wrestling, I slid one hand back under her skirt, and started sliding her thong down her long legs.
Patti gasped as she felt her panties being lowered down her legs, and slipped one leg out of them when they fell around her ankles. As she did that, I lifted her leg, and placed her foot on the bench.
I slid my hand to the front of her leg and under her skirt. I stroked her mound, feeling the heat and moisture radiating from her pussy. I slid my finger along her slit, from her clit down to her wet hole, and then down to her ass.
Patti moaned, and then reached between us again. She grasped my cock through my pants and squeezed it. She started to unzip my pants, but I stopped her, telling her, "Let me take care of you, first."
I knelt down and lifted her skirt. Leaning in, I stuck out my tongue and flicked it lightly and quickly from the wet mouth of her pussy up to her clit. Patti gasped as my tongue passed lightly over her hardened nub, and reached down to hold my head in place.
As she was holding my head, I reached up and grabbed her asscheeks, lightly spreading them apart as I ran my tongue down her moist slit.
When I reached her wet hole, hot and leaking her juices, I stiffened my tongue and slid it in, fucking her with it. When my tongue was as deep in her pussy as I could get it, I flattened it out and licked the top wall of her steamy tunnel.
Patti gasped and moaned when I did that. "Oh, yes," she whispered."Oh, god that feels good!"
As I was holding her asscheeks apart, I slid my tongue further down, and flicked it over her tight asshole. That caused Patti to gasp and moan even louder, and I felt her body shudder.
I slid my tongue back up to her clit, dipping it back into her pussy momentarily. As I reached her sensitive bud, I slid a finger to her still moist asshole, and pressed against it as I took her clit into my mouth and started to suck on it.
"Oh my god!" Patti gasped loudly. "Holy shit, that feels good!"
I continued pressing my finger against her puckered rosebud as I sucked and lightly nipped on her clit. I released her clit and used my tongue to spread her pussy lips apart at the top of her pussy, completely exposing her stiff clit.
