Saturday, January 5, 2013

Ode to T... SeXStoRY

... It was a warm summer night, where to eat, almost too hot for a heavy meal but something more than fast food, healthy food was in line, and service- didn't want anything less than excellent- not fancy but excellent- that steak house with the grain fed cows, perfect. And a martini- Chopin maybe, three olives- bleu cheese stuffed olives, speared and left to soak at a 45 degree angle as the chilled glass cradles the silky smooth liquid asset about to drown my thoughts... mmmm, yup that's it. I was slightly disappointed to learn that all the seats at the bar were taken, but a table would be ok- though I had socializing in mind, maybe I needed to be alone with my thoughts so that I could get my brain around this new comp plan my company had just shoved side ways up my ass. Table next to the window with a view of the city lights. Bastards. Years of working strategic accounts only to learn that my former team mate was going to reap the rewards of my efforts. The guy I thought had my back was now the bane of my existence and my mortal enemy. Now to begin the task of planning my exit strategy, or go head to head with the bastard and show the world who... "Good evening sir, and thanks for allowing me to serve you- my name is Jim, just drinks or dinner as well this evening?" Wow- deep in thought, never saw that coming- I was hoping that the table concession would net me a young hottie to flirt with to help me past my funk point... "both, good sir, Chopin martini up, very chilled, shaken, three of those bleu cheese olives, please and thanks?" I kicked back, popped open the iPad and started crunching numbers. My goal was to figure out just how badly I had been screwed and decide how to proceed with the rest of my life. The second martini went down as quickly as the first. There were many things to consider, the most of which was who to trust- if anyone, and how trusting them could play into the new strategy I had been dealt. A third martini- maybe I better stop. Martinis are like boobs- one is good, two is great, but three 's just weird... Fuck it. I was tired of the incessant manipulation, it simply drove me... "Sir, your martini, compliments of the lady at the bar in the white sun dress?" Huh- what- where- oh... well hello darlin... "She said she was impressed that you had chosen a table sir, and sent me to ask if she could use your iPad to check something on the internet? Should I let her know anything from you, sir?" Why not, it might be my only chance for loosing this 'thought albatross' dangling from my neck. "Yes, please let her know the answer is yes, but only if she would join me for dinner. Thanks." What an unexpected pleasure this was evolving into. "So, I couldn't help but notice your iPad opened up, I'm guessing the i3 with 4G and 64 gigs?" Hmm, go big or go home I always say... "Yes, yes ma'm it is." "Well, I'm on way through on business, though I don't want to be here, per se, and anyway, my company car conked out and is in the shop overnight. The concierge at the hotel recommended this place for dinner, but the only thing available when I arrived was the bar- I was kinda pissed that I couldn't get a table and..." for the love of air- take a breath already- "...and I saw your iPad opened up and my phone is still in my car cuz I forgot to take it off the charger and I just need to send a quick email- can I use your..." "Here- please- thanks for the martini darlin- don't let me stop you from your email- an iPhone is in your car I'll bet?" "U-huh, thanks, I'll only be a minute." Yah, right, I got dibs on at least 15 of them cuz some genius will have pissed her off via email, but, mmm, she did smell awesome, yah, I'll take one for the team here, I thought. Jim brought me another martini while my olfactory senses were being as delighted as my eyes. Smelled great, looked stunning, and appeared to like the same martini as me, not bad. Remind me to thank Steve Jobs for creating the opportunity to drink in her muskiness- what was that aroma? Her typing skills were impressive, it was like she became one with the bluetooth keyboard hanging off of the end of the leather bound case, fingers flying, eyes shifting- hmmm... beautiful eyes, hair pulled back exposing her triple-pierced ears, nice nails- well coiffed woman. I wonder what she does... yup, 15 minutes and still going... talk about the energizer bunny... is that nipple I see through that dress? No way... I guess she was a hippy at heart, you know, the burn the bra movement... CLAP... "There, thank you, customers come first, just had to get that done and as my thanks, I'd like to treat you to dinner, if that's not too forward?" "Nah, not necessary darlin, but thanks for the offer, your company during dinner might be thanks enough, would you like to join me?" So we commiserated over our mutual boss's collective half-baked ideas, ordered dinner- chopped steak salad for me, and interestingly, smoked oysters with blackened yellow-finn tuna for her... hmmm... note to self... she's enjoying those oysters. Ugh, eyeballs floating time for a head-call. "Darlin, I'll be right back, gotta go make my bladder gladder, if ya know what I mean?" MMM... nice and sincere laugh with a half grin. "Can you keep an eye on my Pad for me?" "Sure, I'll be here." Ahhhhh- what a relief it is, and what the hell are you doing? Idiot. You don't even know her and you just left nine hundred bucks worth of technology with her... shake shake shake... ba-dum-da da-da... shake shake shake... shake your grove thing... that was lame, where'd that come from? I wonder where she's staying and where she's going, maybe I could offer her a ride to her hotel- who says chivalry's dead! Yup, that's what I'll do, and then I gotta get my head around this new plan, the clock is ticking... What the fuck? "Hey, Jim, where'd she go? Did she go the ladies room? Where is she?" Nice, no where to be found. Perfect. Dumb-ass. Shit. "Can you just bring me my check, did she leave or is she still here somewhere?" "Right away sir, I'll get the manager." As I sat back down, I could still smell her. That bitch. I can't believe she... what the fuck??? Thump. "Damn it" as my knee hit the bottom of the table. Everyone looked at once. Hands were rubbing my crotch and stroking my leg under the table. "Shhhhhh, I just had to say thank you and brighten your day, shhhhhhh." Zzzzzzip. Her breath was warm on my crotch as I felt her hands removing my cock from it's cotton & polyester prison. OMG! I can't believe this happening. Warm, moist sensations, man is she good... "Sir, this is the manager, Ken, I'm so sorry about the confusion, I explained the description of the woman to him..." argggghhhhhhhhh, I felt my length disappear down the back of her throat- "it's ok- Jim and KeEEEen. Can you just give me a minute to figure out what's goOOOing on here?" "Certainly sir, are you ok? That iPad must've been very important- I can see how distraught you are, shall we phone the police for you?" "U-uu-uu, noOOOo, damn it, just give me a minute, please?" Holy shit! Didn't see that one coming! The sensations being created all over my cock and balls were incredible. Then I felt my belt being unbuckled... and moan came from under the table I looked around to see if anyone else was looking at me- I know I had to look pretty weird. OMG! The best deep-throat Mr. Happy has ever been involved in, then tongue and fingers kneaded my tumescent balls as she sucked back and forth ever so slightly on the head- then all the way down and more head, then again. Holly shit, holy shit, holy shit, what the fuck am I gonna do if she keeps this going... and then she slowed down, more warm breath and tongue flickering, stroking gently, almost like she was taking her time just appreciating the cock she had surprisingly conquered. And then, like a woman possessed, I began experiencing every sensation... stroking, sucking, deeper, balls massaged, faster and faster... oh shit... m-rgh-em-ah-ah-ah... "Ahhh-h-hem!' oh fuckin hell, shit-shit-shit as felt my load let go! Yes. Everyone is looking. Fuck. Now what. "Sir, yes sir, are you ok? You're perspiring heavily sir, shall I call for medical assistance? Are you choking? Your face is so red, are you ok sir?" "Um, yeAHHHh... I'm fine" as the last drop of sweet nectar was squeezed from my cock-head onto her waiting tongue. "I'm fine, just a glass of water please, quickly?" I felt my empty cock and balls being stuffed back into my boxers, and slacks being zipped up. Unbelievable. What just happened. That's the kind of shit you only read about and maybe as k**, sort-of had a wet-dream or two about, holy shit that was awesome, damn. Jim came towards me with my much needed water- carrying the bus tray with glasses and a pitcher. "Oh hell no..." crash-smash tink-smash splash... I was covered in water, broken glass everywhere... every eye in the place was looking at Jim and the ten feet of broken glass and up-side-down bus tray. "Are you ok Jim?" as I helped him to his feet. "I'm so sorry, sir, I just don't know what happened, I lost my footing or something. Your soaked sir, I'm so very sorry!" What the- my iPad was back. There it was. Opened up. Just beyond the napkin. "Sir, this is the manager, Ken. We will be happy to bring you a complimentary dinner, and we'll pay for your dry cleaning. We are so sorry sir." Wait, I already had dinner, "I ate a chopped steak salad, and the lady had smoked oysters and blackened yellow finn tuna- I don't need another dinner, thank you Jim." "Please indulge my question sir, but what lady are speaking of? You've been dining alone, sir." Wait a minute, holy shit, this whole thing was a dream? You gotta be k**ding me, I know what I felt but what just happened here? "Thank you, I'll just take my leave now Jim, I've had quite enough for one night, thanks." "The martinis are on the house sir, again, I'm so sorry." I unlocked the car, opened it, got in and sat down. "Shit." Clothes were a mess. At least the iPad was safe. I opened it up and a message appeared after I unlocked it- "Thanks, that was great, if you're interested, I'm staying at the Hilton Center City, room 1142. Thanks for the warm nectar and cool martini- I loved the bleu cheese olives!" Was it all just some sci-fi matrix parallel universe twist, or weird martini-induced dream? ... ...to be continued...

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