Try as I might I just couldn't get that image out of my head.
Two nights ago I was putting my moves on this cute 20something in my favorite lesbian club when this thick Dockers wearing butch butted in; and I will be damned but if she didn't snatch that cutie almost right out of my arms.
OK, so I am over 40. And probably a little overweight. Maybe too much makeup too, but I am still attractive, aren't I?
And what could a crude butch have to offer that I don't?
OK, so I don't come on to a girl and right away place her hand on my thigh. I don't pack for heaven's sake!
But a drink, a little sweet talk. A neck nibble should get any girl ready for a night of experienced delight, shouldn't it?
OK, I dye my hair and that butch had a salt and pepper short bob.
Is that it?
It was disgusting. Not only did I have to slump back in my chair but then one of the butch's "buddies" drew up a chair and started to tell me how she felt sorry "Roky" had been so mean to me. Then she put her hand on my thigh under my skirt and offered to make it up to me.
Me! Make it up to ME?
How in the world could this skinny denim jacketed and jeans wearing dyke possibly think I was so desperate as to actually want whatever she had to offer?
Was she just distracting me for Roky and my girl to make their escape?
Well, it was kind of working.
Who am I to hold a grudge? It's not like I actually had feelings for the little femme.
I calmed down and let the dyke, her name was Kim, buy me a drink and she even offered to dance with me. I almost refused, but decided to see if I really had been missing anything all these years dismissing butches.
And she was a really good dancer. I am used to leading, or at least being able to keep up a good front in fast dances. Kim, however, really guided me through a couple of tight slow dances that almost, just barely had me thinking maybe I was getting the least bit aroused.
What really surprised me about Kim was that I half expected to find her "boi" running down her thigh. I even drew my hand down each leg just to see if she might be undersized.
Nothing. Just firm muscle on a slender leg encased in tight denim.
During the dances she really started talking to me.
Damn she was good!
She chuckled after I had checked for her add-on and said not every butch felt the need to pack on every occasion. In fact she was so slim it would have been almost laughable, but she could accommodate me if...and left the thought dangling.
Kim is about my age, maybe even a couple of years older.
She asked if I preferred the young stuff, or was I just finding the first available femme for a quickie?
Blunt and to the point. I had to reflect on just what were my motivations.
OK, maybe I was still aroused from my pursuit of the youngster; surely Kim was not getting to me.
We returned to my table and she soon discovered to her delight that I had gone "commando" expecting to maybe have a quickie.
She nodded but didn't say a word about my possible expectations.
Then I felt the need to pee and told her I had to go home.
She noticed how I was fidgeting and asked why I didn't just use the facilities in the club.
I told her that there was usually too much activity in there, even on a slow Tuesday night which nailed down my expectations I suppose.
I had anticipated running in, finding a little piece of fluff and going home with her.
Kim asked if I lived far and could I use a ride?
I had taken a taxi, so would have had to wait or flag one down on Halsted.
When she said not to worry, she wasn't riding her bike tonight, but her pickup was parked just outside I decided to accept.
It was a short ride, and she even found a parking space within steps of my door.
