At Snack Bar and I do believe the title is more than they intended.
The days have seemed to blend into one another with the speed of a machine. Just the other day I was readying for work now I find myself sitting on the couch listening to the never ending squeaking coming from Sigmund’s mouth. I knew buying that monkey Ksong with a squeaker was a bad idea.
Noon on Sunday came all too soon as I was hoping the alarm wouldn’t sound for at least another hour. We had brunch plans with a young man and I would need to muster all the strength I could just to put a smile on my face. Unfortunately or fortunately he ended up having car problems and had to cancel but by that time I was already awake, in my bath, and not letting perfectly good breakfast plans go to waste so my bedmate and I had a leisurely morning.
Monday brought an interesting prospect of a fetish couple that had contacted us off of a site. Their introductory message went something like this…
You’re so gorgeous. You embody what my sub and I aspire to. We’d love to buy you or you and yours drinks or dinner and chat. We’d also love to have some photo sessions. My sub really wants to be a dancer and porn star. Anyways. I sent a friend request so you could see more face shots. Hope to hear from you.
What part of this wouldn’t grab my attention?! It’s a perfect reply. Of course I replied back to make plans and that ended us up to Monday. Already running late for going back to the house for my little sex bag neither my bedmate nor I remembered to grab the point and shoot, and we call ourselves photographers. That’s when we realized we are so out of practice, something the evening would continue to prove. They were an adorably young couple who are at an exploratory phase of their life and they stumbled across us to show them a few things. I believe we can accomplish that.
Not wanting the evening to be over my bedmate and I wandered down to our car and stopped at a little place called the Snack Bar for dessert. As soon as we were seated I noticed this stunning blond woman with a bald young man wearing an eye patch. Being caught by the aesthetics of the young couple I couldn’t help but wonder what they were drinking. I leaned over to my bedmate and whispered to him about my inquisition. He proclaimed his own wonderment and I found myself compelled to ask them. Within seconds I had sat down beside the young woman and began inquiring about their drinks. She told me what they were, champagnes and pomegranate juice, then offered me a drink. Taking a sip of her nectar I found myself slightly blushing, thanking her for the sample and then the next thing I knew I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. I began telling them what a stunning couple, if I may be presumptuous, they were and how beautiful she was. I think it was the first word out of her mouth that I knew she was more than she appeared and I had one of the most attractive shemales in front of me. Needless to say they were the topic of my bedmates and I’s conversation that evening only to have it interrupted by them moving indoors to linger by the door. At about the same time one of the guys from the table next to us came waltzing over and started talking with us so we joined their group of three Canadian film makers. After they were thrown out for pulling out a bag of cocaine and asking if they could cut a line on the table all of us walked past the shemale and her boyfriend out the door. After I decided the party couldn’t end here the three Canadians and us walked to our car to head to the gay district for drinks. As we were walking to our car I noticed the shemale and her boyfriend were checking into a hotel. What I didn’t know was she was flirting with my bedmate who hollered at me and I quickly grabbed a card from him, walked into the lobby, handed the woman my card saying my e-mail address is on the site drop my a line if you are interested in getting together, I smiled, and flitted right out the door. Rejoining the group we piled into our car and made our way to the club. The drinks were flowing, the conversation was a party, I was dancing, and then unexpectedly popped in the shemale and her boyfriend. Never expecting to run into them again in the evening. My bedmate was trying to get my intoxicated attention with little success but eventually we joined the couple on the back patio. That’s when everyone else followed so the idea of getting to know them for a bit more play was derailed by my inebriated lack of focus and the many distractions. I’m afraid possibly disappointed, they eventually left with our hopes of hearing from them again, our numbers and cards in their hands. One thing’s certain I know she does drag shows at the gay clubs so I am going to have to go some Sunday night and see if a more sober me can entice for another meeting. It’s a small town and the hopes of running into her again just might be pretty good otherwise the fates will put her in contact. I honestly remember walking to the car after the club but past that it’s all a blur until my bedmate tells me I need to go to bed and move off of the floor.
The next morning would be moving a little slow as I found myself having the past two months catch up to me all at once. I had an idea this weekend was going to be adventurous little did I know it would end me up in the gay district with a beautiful shemale, three Canadians, and a young fetish couple ready to be taught. I can’t wait to see what comes next!
