Weekend Fling Part 2
So this was to be a two-parter, but it seems I have a bunch to say. Looks like this will expand to three parts. And now the details of the weekend fling starting with the first night.
The details…
On Halloween, I was in a super good mood for some reason. I had been hyped up all day as I prepared for a burlesque show. First, working on some costumes and then a great solo rehearsal. Next, a very satisfactory group rehearsal with Elle Diabloe and Miss Sugarpuss. Then I did some work on our group costumes (I made the best freaking little ghost outfits for us). Finally, we did our show at midnight and it was pretty darn good with lots of applause. (Shows at bars can be tricky because the audience is typically drunk and distracted and not up for the kind of focus and response appropriate for a burlesque show.)
After the show, I decided to hand out some flyers for my serial burlesque play. The first few people I spoke to already had flyers. Then I approached a tall guy who looked like a frat boy who was with a dude in some sort of hippie outfit. I spoke to them in French and then the tall guy, let's call him Z, asked me ‘parlez vous anglais’ which I was relieved to hear because it is easier for me to talk burlesque in English. So we chatted a bit about my show and I realized he seemed most cute. As far as I could tell — it was Halloween and he was in costume, complete with a face full of white make-up. Regardless, there was a nice buzz of mutual attraction and it felt lovely. It was unexpected and it encouraged my already upbeat mood.
A little while later Z and his friends left for another bar. Miss Sugarpuss and I still had to tidy up so we stuck around. He said he’d text me with the location. My past experience made me think I would not hear from him and that would be the end of my night. I was wrong. I got the text.
I made my way to the bar and met up with him. We stood together and chatted some more. My memory is a little fuzzy, but I think I made the sexual invitation to move things along which he accepted. However, there was an obstacle. It turns out he would only be in Montreal for a few days and was staying in a hostel room with a couple of friends. I was not sure where we could go to end our evening. Bringing him home to J would be beyond a little wacky. Maybe if we lived in a big house, but our 4 ½ apartment was not made for such things.
In any case, most guys are a little freaked out when they find out I am married and in an open relationship. More than one fellow has confided in me that they half expected J to beat them up. It can be a challenge to wrap your head around a successful long-term open relationship.
Anyway, I had told Z I was married and he looked taken aback, but intrigued. He went to look for his friends to work something out and then whisked me via taxi to his hostel. His friends would stay out longer and we could use the room.
We covered quite a bit of sexual ground over the next couple of hours. There was plenty of passionate kissing. Lots of cock sucking and pussy licking. We fucked in a bunch of positions. There was lots of eye contact and he said all the right things (there are certain words and compliments that really get me going – he hit those buttons so much that I thought he might be reading my mind). All the while I admired his body— like I mentioned he is tall (6’4”) which is a long-standing turn on of mine. He is fit and firm, his skin is smooth and he has a gorgeous cock so I indulged in quite a bit of touching and stroking..
I went home at around 5:30am and was more than a little thrilled with the chemistry he and I seemed to share. I love this stuff. I live for this stuff. Yes, I was exhausted and on a bit of a high. Always a delicious mix. The next day was crazy busy and I was pretty tired. I wanted more, but also had to try to deal with all of my work commitments. Somehow I managed, but I certainly was distracted.
To be continued...