Oh boy!
I do hope you had as good a Christmas as me :)
I haven't kept in touch and I apologise, this was very remiss but I hope when you hear about my experiences you will forgive me as I have been 'distracted'.
‘Swiss Christmas’
Imagine;
Nightclub,; darkness; flashing lights; 2 a.m.; copious amounts of champagne flowing; dance floor; gyrating; hot; bodies; close; touching; moving; reveling in the sounds pumping from speakers that are bouncing with the vibration; basking in the atmosphere, feeling the vibration of the beat pumping through your veins.
Enchanted voices; Joy and Adam; dancing around me; touching; whispering; feeding me with champagne; charming me with their compliments; savoring the moment.
Joy breathlessly “You have the most amazing breasts”
Me, thrilled “Thank you”
Adam sounding amused “Are they real?”
Me, incredulous “Of course!”
Joy in anticipation “Can I see them?”
Adam “Yes! Please join us in our room in the hotel next door; we would love to take pleasure in you and for you to take pleasure in us”
These Swiss tourists are certainly not slow in coming forward!.....................................
‘Christmas Delight’
You remember the Italian waiter? Well he didn't wait long :) He invited me to his restaurant for 'afters' and it wasn't just Tiramisu on the menu!
Unfortunately though there was an 'incident' .............. we had been dancing intimately to some slow sounds at 4 in the morning (the restaurant stays open late so we didn't get rid of the customers until 2) and both got very heated.
Well actually I got heated and he got hard, very hard ........
I could feel his excitement pushing into my thigh as we danced and kissed and my mind was reeling with wicked thoughts :))
He unlocked himself from my embrace and locked the door, sweeping the cloth and utensils from the nearest table top he pushed me back, my skirt up and took a dive straight between my legs, he munched away like a starving man, I've never known a guy like it, he just didn't want to stop, I was dripping with excitement and the wetter I got the more he lapped.
Suddenly I heard a noise and looked up to see his boss leaning against the door enjoying the view.
"Ah at last she comes out of her reverie" he mocked "you are enjoying yourself cherie non?"
I sat up and pulled my skirt down, much to my suitor’s disappointment. He looked up grinning,
"You knew he was there all the time, didn't you?" I was astounded
"Baby, I wanted you, I didn't care who was watching, and in fact it heightened the experience!"
Italians; such show offs!
I will leave it up to your imagination how these encounters ended but if you want to make up your own and email me then I would be very happy to hear. I might even publish it! goldie@goldielonghorne.com
