ITINERANTTOMCAT

Mar 1, 2011

Review by ITINERANTTOMCAT, March, 2011

I had arranged a date with Keira for four hours, and we met in the hotel lounge for drinks before heading upstairs to my room. We had traded a number of emails in the several days leading up to our date (her screening process was thorough but simple and straightforward), and the back-and-forth flirtatious email banter simultaneously heightened the anticipation, and also helped put me at ease, as it felt like we had already begun establishing a genuine rapport. The morning of the day we met, she had emailed to ask if I had any special requests in terms of clothing or otherwise, and I presented the following scenario to her: We had been friends in college (the type of friends who always wondered “what if” and blushed at the idea, but never had the courage to make anything happen) reuniting for some drinks while I’m in town. She’s dressed professionally, but in a skirt with thigh high stockings and a silky, delicate top. After a few drinks, and increasing flirtation, we would finally have the courage to make it happen. Keira loved the idea! She showed up looking stunning: professional, yet with heart-pounding sex appeal. She immediately put me at ease. Keira simply glows with warmth, and her conversation is natural, sweet, and enthusiastic, with a beautiful elated smile that lights up her face. We clicked instantly and I felt I really had known her for years. She’s exceptionally intelligent, and we were able to speak on a wide range of topics with depth and attentive insight. I often feel people don’t follow me, and I need to use examples or metaphors, but Keira was undeniably sharp and right there with me. It was a relief, and very invigorating! But even more invigorating was the thought that soon I’d have my arms around that beautiful body, the curve from her narrow waist to hourglass hips (I imagined my hands roaming, gliding over her smooth skin) and her nice, perky breasts. My heart raced off and on as we sat there on the lounge sofa, her legs softly touching mine. It was a Tuesday night and there was a light business crowd in the bar area and surrounding tables, and I noticed every man there was taking turns trying to discreetly stare at her and take it all in without being too obvious. She doesn’t miss a thing though, and laughed, whispering to me that she should take the grapes from our fruit plate and feed them to me seductively to tease our gawking onlookers. I think she might have done it, and enjoyed it, had she sensed I was the type who would like that tongue-in-cheek attention. I haven’t done this very often, and although I can be very assertive in business, I felt a little bashful about taking the next step. Keira is not the type to try to take up your time in any non-desired way (though part of me would have been quite content sitting in that lounge area for hours with her), and she flirtingly asked if I’d like to go upstairs. “Um, YES!!” Suddenly I couldn’t get off that sofa soon enough, and rather than wait for our waiter, I hopped up and ran over the bar to pay. Before I go into more detail, let me first say that this was a phenomenal experience in every way, much more than I could have ever imagined, and I have a good imagination! I had planned to only see her once the week I was in town, but the following two nights I genuinely missed her and simply had to see her again, so I decided to be a little financially reckless and see her again, and we spent another three hours together, which wasn’t nearly enough. Both times I didn’t want her to leave…