I search the bar at SEATAC, the Seattle-Tacoma airport, for prey. If my quarry is a lesbian traveling alone, there isn't much of a challenge. No challenge, but good sex. It gets tricky if there's a lesbian couple in the bar. With a couple, the chance of successfully intruding into a committed relationship is hard to figure. If the women have no interest in a threesome, my hunt is futile. But if they're looking for a playmate to join them; that's far different. I love three-way action because there are so many possibilities.
The most exciting thing for me is to seduce a gal who hasn't yet tried sex with another woman, but who may be curious. The airport is a great place to hunt because women away from home are frequently willing to try something new. I've had sex with many married women, or with single women who have a boyfriend back home.
I've been called immoral, screwed up, and all sorts of things. A person who doesn't want any long-term relationship offends most people. I get this kind of crap often, "If you meet the right person - blah, blah." I don't want the right person - I just want good hot sex with strangers. Is that so bad?
Last night presented a tough problem but in the end, I was able to bed a lovely woman. (At some cost to me, but more about that later.) It didn't look promising at first, but I like to think that I've developed a sixth sense when it comes to knowing that a women has an itch to get it on with another woman, for the first time. I felt that the cute brunette at the corner table with her husband was ready to come out, even if she didn't know that herself. What made it tough for me was that she was with her husband. She was so attractive that I decided to stalk her, despite her hubby's presence.
For fifteen minutes I'd had my sights set on the husband-and-wife duo at the corner table in the bar. How did I know that they're married? Trust me; I know these things from experience. I didn't have to see the wedding rings to know that they were married. He'd been swilling down booze and showed it. His lovely wife looked bored. She was my type of prey: a classy woman with an attractive face and body. I got wet, just thinking about her white thighs opening to my kisses, .... Better stop dreaming and focus on the hunt.
The first tactic was to find an empty table close to where they were drinking. You have to move close to the quarry without alarming her at first. Then I leaned over and asked, ever so politely, if they knew Seattle. No matter what the hell they said in reply I was prepared to get a conversation going. For example, if they said that they knew Seattle, I could bullshit them about being a stranger in for a business weekend who needed advice on what to do in town, or something along those lines. The goal was to get them involved in a friendly conversation. Then I would steer the conversation mostly to the woman.
If they didn't know Seattle, I would say that I lived in town and volunteer to tell them about restaurants, concerts, clubs, whatever they were most interested in. It was very easy to explain why I was in the bar - maybe having a drink after seeing a friend off. Whatever. With practice you can play off the other person's remarks and make up whatever must be said to get the quarry close to the mouth of my trap. I call that baiting the trap.
She said they were visitors, and wondered if I knew of any interesting activities. I didn't tell her the interesting activity I had in mind. Not time for that yet.
An experienced predator knows when to pursue the quarry, and when to give up the chase. I've learned over time when to continue a seduction, or quit and look elsewhere. The world is full of very nice women who can satisfy me. No point to waste time on a low-probability event. Shit, that's how I talk at work. I'm a data analyst at a high-tech firm. There are many juicy looking gals at work - but it would be plain stupid to go after them. So, I hunt at places like SEATAC.
So far it looked promising - the husband was deep into his cups and seemed to have no idea of my interest in his wife, or anything else that was going on in the bar. A real slob. I thought that his wife might be interested when I put my hand on hers as we talked, and then on her knee, getting a very friendly smile from her. So far, so good. Then I got a little bolder. I leaned close, as if trying to speak clearly in the noisy bar. My hand naturally moved up under her skirt as I leaned in her direction. I could tell from the sudden movement of her eyes that she knew what I wanted. Now it's a critical moment for the hunter: will my prey try to escape, or will she go willingly into my "trap"?
The trap is not physical but psychological. She'll be trapped into doing what I want because of her own wants and needs.
