long story so you’ll have to make that last.”
“I’m all ears.”
I wonder how sexy I should make this story…?
*****
“When we had been married about six or seven months, we lived in Memphis. We took a three-day weekend trip to the mountains in Northern Arkansas. It was cold, but we really didn’t expect to spend much time outside. The cabin had a separate hot tub on the private deck, so naturally we spent some time in it … naturally so to speak. On Saturday, it was freezing outside, which gave us a reason to stay inside and mess around. That evening, we decided to go out for a good steak and a few drinks. Bottom line is we wound up in a small dive in some back street around 11:30. We had a little too much to drink, and had been talking dirty and feeling each other up all evening. That’s when I came up with my fantasy of making love with an audience, or with other people all handling me everywhere.”
I could see PJ’s eyes light up, he must have been seeing himself in that dive.
“I leaned over and whispered in Randle’s ear. ‘Bet you won’t love me right here with all these people looking on. Bet you can’t get anyone to help you.’ Randle was always up for a challenge even when he wasn’t drunk.”
“He laughed and began taking my flannel shirt and jeans off. I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties so it wasn’t long before I was stark naked and giggling like a teenager. Next he stood up and loudly announced to the five men in the bar. ‘My wife wants me to love her here and now but I’m too drunk to get it up. I need some help. Who’s going to help me?’ Everyone looked up. I began turning around and showing off my obvious features; I really put on a show. The men even clapped and whistled. But no one seemed in the slightest bit interested in Randle’s offer. Not a single soul! I thought at least one of the guys would jump at the chance, but they didn’t. In fact, four of them walked out and the fifth was too drunk to get his head off the table.”
“Damn Charley, what did you do?”
“PJ … I was so embarrassed I started to cry as I put my clothes back on. When I look back on it, I don’t know whether I was crying because I realized what I had done, and was ashamed, or I was crying because no one wanted to fuck sexy little me. No one wanted me! Randle and I didn’t even do it that night.”
And so that’s the tale about my venture into fantasy land. I had been watching PJ the whole time. It was quite difficult to read his expression. At one moment he was grinning from ear to ear, and the next he had a blank look. I guess I wanted him to grab me and make love on that street bench. So much for all that sexy daydreaming.
“Sounds like you really are a sexy little girl.”
“Not any more I guess … too busy working.” I wanted to let him know I might be sexy again. I just didn’t want to be pushy about it. Damn, I couldn’t just announce. ‘Let’s make love tonight.’ But I could throw out a line and see if he’d nibble on it. I could see PJ’s eyes begin to light up. He understood my meaning. The bait is in the water.
Now, get him to take it.
“Oh?”
On cue! He’s nibbling!
“I haven’t felt like being sexy in years, just haven’t found the right guy … yet”
Move the hook away just a little, tease him more!
“Maybe we can change that.”
He’s on the hook, now reel him in!
“Maybe?”
I was having fun. I hadn’t flirted seriously in ten years at least. But I am good at it; like riding a bicycle, you never forget how!
PJ, you just might hit a home run tonight, if you don’t screw it up!
“Let’s head back to Jimmy’s.”
I stood up and headed that way. I waited for him to stand. When he did, I reached for his hand and put it around my waist. I slipped my hand under his shirt and rested it on his hip. We began the short walk back to Jimmy’s talking about nothing. We both knew what was going to happen when we got back. I was going to
“I’m all ears.”
I wonder how sexy I should make this story…?
*****
“When we had been married about six or seven months, we lived in Memphis. We took a three-day weekend trip to the mountains in Northern Arkansas. It was cold, but we really didn’t expect to spend much time outside. The cabin had a separate hot tub on the private deck, so naturally we spent some time in it … naturally so to speak. On Saturday, it was freezing outside, which gave us a reason to stay inside and mess around. That evening, we decided to go out for a good steak and a few drinks. Bottom line is we wound up in a small dive in some back street around 11:30. We had a little too much to drink, and had been talking dirty and feeling each other up all evening. That’s when I came up with my fantasy of making love with an audience, or with other people all handling me everywhere.”
I could see PJ’s eyes light up, he must have been seeing himself in that dive.
“I leaned over and whispered in Randle’s ear. ‘Bet you won’t love me right here with all these people looking on. Bet you can’t get anyone to help you.’ Randle was always up for a challenge even when he wasn’t drunk.”
“He laughed and began taking my flannel shirt and jeans off. I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties so it wasn’t long before I was stark naked and giggling like a teenager. Next he stood up and loudly announced to the five men in the bar. ‘My wife wants me to love her here and now but I’m too drunk to get it up. I need some help. Who’s going to help me?’ Everyone looked up. I began turning around and showing off my obvious features; I really put on a show. The men even clapped and whistled. But no one seemed in the slightest bit interested in Randle’s offer. Not a single soul! I thought at least one of the guys would jump at the chance, but they didn’t. In fact, four of them walked out and the fifth was too drunk to get his head off the table.”
“Damn Charley, what did you do?”
“PJ … I was so embarrassed I started to cry as I put my clothes back on. When I look back on it, I don’t know whether I was crying because I realized what I had done, and was ashamed, or I was crying because no one wanted to fuck sexy little me. No one wanted me! Randle and I didn’t even do it that night.”
And so that’s the tale about my venture into fantasy land. I had been watching PJ the whole time. It was quite difficult to read his expression. At one moment he was grinning from ear to ear, and the next he had a blank look. I guess I wanted him to grab me and make love on that street bench. So much for all that sexy daydreaming.
“Sounds like you really are a sexy little girl.”
“Not any more I guess … too busy working.” I wanted to let him know I might be sexy again. I just didn’t want to be pushy about it. Damn, I couldn’t just announce. ‘Let’s make love tonight.’ But I could throw out a line and see if he’d nibble on it. I could see PJ’s eyes begin to light up. He understood my meaning. The bait is in the water.
Now, get him to take it.
“Oh?”
On cue! He’s nibbling!
“I haven’t felt like being sexy in years, just haven’t found the right guy … yet”
Move the hook away just a little, tease him more!
“Maybe we can change that.”
He’s on the hook, now reel him in!
“Maybe?”
I was having fun. I hadn’t flirted seriously in ten years at least. But I am good at it; like riding a bicycle, you never forget how!
PJ, you just might hit a home run tonight, if you don’t screw it up!
“Let’s head back to Jimmy’s.”
I stood up and headed that way. I waited for him to stand. When he did, I reached for his hand and put it around my waist. I slipped my hand under his shirt and rested it on his hip. We began the short walk back to Jimmy’s talking about nothing. We both knew what was going to happen when we got back. I was going to
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