My coworker showed up yesterday with a pretty nasty rug burn on her face. I don't even want to know...
Not that I can really say anything about anyone else's behavior. I wasn't exactly pristine this weekend either, and I'm not known for my stellar decision making skills. I met a guy online a few weeks ago, and we've been flirting a bit, even though I know he's married. I swore I'd never mess around with another married man, because it goes against everything I believe in, and it's just not worth it. But, well, weakness strikes sometimes. And now I remember why we shouldn't give in to those weaknesses. We were flirting on Saturday- he was putting in some overtime at the office, I was hiding from the heat in my bedroom. Somehow conversation turned to getting together that afternoon- he wanted to come to my place and "make out" for a while. Well, as fun as that sounded, there was no way I was giving this guy my address. (Thank God for messy bedrooms that would take way too long to clean- those are great reinforcements to willpower) I did however agree to let him call me, and gave him my cell number. As soon as he called though, my resistance began to melt. I already knew he was pretty good-looking- and when I heard his voice... He had the sexiest accent. I told him there was no way I was going to have him to my place, so he asked me to meet him at his office instead.
After about 15 minutes of me protesting "I can't" and "but I look awful today", he had me convinced, and 10 minutes after that I was freshly showered and in my car headed for his office, which, as it turned out, is right across the freeway from my own. We agreed to meet outside by the fountain, and if I was uncomfortable it was agreed that I could just walk away. He came out of the building, all sexy casual, in shorts and a long sleeved t-shirt (which was insanity since it was like 95 degrees out) and was even cuter than I had previously thought. I found it slightly ironic that his shirt said "I lie to girls" on it. He walked right up to me and gave me a quick kiss, before we even said hello, then took my hand and led me into the building. I felt so sneaky as we wandered through the maze of cubicles, making sure we were alone, then he pulled me into one of them and pulled me against him for another kiss- he's a bad kisser. Way too much tongue, way too fast. But then again, the whole encounter was accelerated. He knew I had never given a handjob before, and had offered (oh, what a sacrifice) to teach me, so next thing I knew, he had his cock out and was guiding my hand to it. I have to admit, I did learn a few things, because while I have given more than a few blowjobs, I've always been a little afraid to jerk a guy off, because I'm afraid I'll squeeze too hard and hurt him. Apparently, unless you're trying to, squeezing too hard is difficult to do.
That part was actually kinda fun, feeling him responding, and watching his face. He was instructing me, but in a very encouraging manner. He asked me to use my mouth, but I hesitated because I didn't expect to be doing that and hadn't brought any condoms with me. I hate using condoms for oral sex, but when its a total stranger it's better than the alternative. But something he said triggered the submissive in me, and before I knew it I was kneeling on the floor of his cubicle. I switched back to using my hand at some point, and he seemed to be within seconds of coming, when the door to his office suite opened and his boss came in. I felt so bad for him... He freaked, and we ran out the fire door (non-alarmed), and for me the mood was gone, but he was so close he wanted to finish. We were in the stairwell, and he wanted to come on my chest but I was having none of that- we had no tissues, no towels, nothing. So I finished him off with my mouth, but couldn't bring myself to swallow (normally I have no problem with that, but, total stranger who I'd generally be using a condom with- no way). Thankfully I was spared that necessity because he had to go back into his office to face the boss, so he directed me out the side door. As soon as he was out of sight I spit in the plants next to the door.
I was actually pretty miffed about the whole thing. I know he didn't plan that his boss would show up, and I'm sure he'd probably have gotten in trouble, but I felt very disposable, like, okay, I came, you can go now. I got what? Two or three kisses out of it? I mean, yeah, stroking him with my hand was kinda fun, and enjoyable, but it was all about him. I don't have a problem being in a dating relationship and having it be "all about him" sometimes, but the way things worked out on Saturday was decidedly *not* what I thought they would be going into it.
So what did I learn from my misadventures? Avoid booty calls unless it's someone you know well and you know what you can expect. A booty call with a wildcard is more often than not going to be an inglorious experience.
Posted by Annora at August 31, 2004 10:26 PM