OK, I’ll set the scene. Club in Mayfair, let me in with trainers. As I approached the door ahead of my friend I use a standard trick, walk briskly, greet the doorman in passing on the way in, look like you expect to get in… it worked.
So… we go downstairs, it’s pretty empty but there’s loud music. We take up a position standing at a table in the middle of the dancefloor area. We are the centre of the room and I have space to bust out some moves when a good track comes on. I’m sipping my Red Bull and my friend is drinking his beer. Every so often I unleash a couple of minutes of Justin Timberlake-meets Neyo-meets Prodigy addicted raver type dancing. I’m not doing it to show off or get attention, it’s just what I do. I feel good, I hear music, I dance.
After a short while a group of ladies, 3 walk past. They’re say two 8s and a 7. The 7 is obviously the most confident and starts dancing with me. She turns her back and we grind a little. She’s inviting her friends in but they seem a bit sheepish. After a while she returns to her friends and they head upstairs indicating they’ll be back later.
A little while afterwards a short, dark brown haired 8.5 scoots up and stands next to me. She leans in and we have an exchange:
Her: Where in God’s name did you learn to dance like that, you’re amazing
Me: Aw, don’t say that, you’ll make me go all shy
Her: Seriously, you’re hot sh**
Me: Thanks
Her: Where did you learn that?
Me: I didn’t go to any classes, I just sort of learnt it myself
Her: No way
Me: I’m serious
Her: Well it’s great, I love it. We’re all sitting over there watching you, talking about how good that guy can dance
[there is a group of them sitting at a table, about 5 girls and 2 guys, I had noticed the girl in question as she walked past earlier]
Me: Well I have to say, you’re clearly someone who is comfortable with themselves as it takes a lot to just approach a stranger like that.
Her: I am comfortable with myself
Me: And it’s not every day I come across a woman as attractive, intelligent and charming as you. Do you have a boyfriend?
Her: No
Me: Oh, come on, you’re kidding!
Her: No [smiles]
[at this stage we’re standing side on, each has an arm around the others waist]
Me: I have an idea
Her: Yeah?
Me: You should let me take you out sometime, I’m a really nice guy
Her: Oooo…. Would be nice but I think you’re too young for me
Me: How old are you
Her: How old do you think?
Me: Well, I was gonna say a certain age but what you’ve just said has made me think you must be a little older than you look. You’re 28?
Her: I’m 31
Me: Really?
Her: How old are you?
Me: I’m 29 [I’m 26]. How old did you think I was?
Her: 21
Me: Lol, aren’t you a little charmer. Is this a scam? Are you playing me here?
Her: [laughs playfully]
She agrees to let me take her out and we exchange numbers.
We dance a bit, up close. I’m hard as a stick of dynamite and she can feel it. She has her hands all over me and I’m thinking “dam, this girl aint shy”.
We go and sit in the area her friends had vacated. She grabs my hard cock and says “ooo, that could be put to good use” (crikey, I’m going hard now just remembering). We kiss, we talk about some unimportant stuff. She talks about how the whole group she was with were watching me dance. The girls loved it and she said “I love the way he’s dancing, he’s amazing, so free, someone should tell him… I will”. One of the guys tell her not to, lol.
It’s time to leave, she lives in Kent and says she’s gonna get a cab. I say I’ll give her a lift. She agrees and I say bye to my friend outside the club (who I think number closed earlier in the night). It’s a ten minute walk to the car. We’re walking and talking. She’s looking hot in her tight skirt, tights and high heels. Every so often she pushes me up against a wall, kisses me, grabbing my cock, fantastic. We get to the car, we drive towards Kent, I’m not even sure of the way. We get a bit lost when we’re almost there. She needs to use the toilet so we pull in. We get out of the car and she leads me to The Holiday Inn.
She strolls up to reception and says “my husband and I are lost and we need a room for the night”. She pays, I say I need to get her jacket out of the car (I had left the condoms in there and needed to retrieve these). I get back to reception and the receptionist informs me that my “wife” has gone up to the room and said to follow her. I do so. I get in and she’s at the open window smoking a cigarette. I sit on the sofa by her, up against her ass. We joke about our marriage. When she’s finished she gets on top of me, I rip off my top, we kiss.
We get on the bed and go back and forth a bit. She’s not sure about sex. We do some stuff, she gets really turned on, she’s not sure… she doesn’t know me. We do some stuff, she gets really turned on, she’s not sure… we just met. We do some stuff, she gets really turned on, she’s not sure… she’s not “that kind of girl”.
Right now I’m thinking “what the fuck, I drove you to Kent, we’ve got this room… what? We’re gonna sleep here?”
I’m trying a variety of things to try and get the lid off. Woman tend to separate sex from having feelings for someone when they first meet you so I’m trying to fuse these two together in her mind by saying stuff like:
“I don’t do this with people I don’t have feelings for” et al.
Also they want to have sex but society says they’re “sluts” if they do. So I’m using:
“You know what? You should do what you wanna do. Not what I wanna do and not what society says you should do”
and
“There is instinct and rational, critical thought. 95% of what you do in a day is instinct. You get up, wash, eat, go to work, do most of your job without really thinking about it. You do this and you’re still alive. Your instincts keep you safe. Rational thought is open to other influences though. You should follow your instincts in a situation like this cos your instincts keep you safe”
I’m also trying to make out I’m doing it for her, not the other way round, with:
“Come on, I have feelings for you, I think you’re great. For this reason I want to make you feel nice sensations”
I can see she’s coming round, we go back and forth a bit more. Than I use something that’s a bit like a freeze out. I stop doing what I’m doing and back off, look the other way.
Her: Oh, what’s wrong?
Me: What is this? You think I’m some sleaze who just wants to have sex with you. I’m not that kind of guy [guilt trip]
Her: No, it’s not that
Me: Don’t you like me?
Her: I do, I really do.
Me: Yeah [sounding pissed off]
Her: Oh, so now you’re pissed off with me
Me: No, but I’ll tell you what it is. If you don’t want to have sex that’s fine. If there’s a good reason for not doing something than fine, but if it’s a stupid reason for not doing something, well I just think that’s wrong. I’m attracted to you, you’re attracted to me, we’re here, so why not? The reason not is because of social condition. Well you know what… fuck them, live your life, don’t let other people dictate ethics to you”
This must seal it cos next time I go to take off her skirt she lets me and we go at it. We go at it until early morning. She showers, than sleeps. I can’t sleep so I shower as she sleeps. I wake her, I need to go to work, so does she.
She’s begging me to stay and I’m saying we both need to go. I say I’ll stay in exchange for her agreeing to see me again. She agrees. I think I said she was an 8.5, maybe she was, but naked she is a 15! The most amazing body I have every seen, in realtime and in porn flicks. Flawless.
We go at it another 3 times, this makes 5 in total. We talk about why she approached me. She says my dancing attracted her, but also the way I look (apparently I’m very attractive, some people have compared me to Jason Streatham, lucky guy to look like me
)
As I’m driving her home it’s really satisfying to see that one of the guys she was with when I met her has been texting her. Who was that guy you were kissing? What happened? I’m so disappointed in you et al. Apparently he’d been trying to get with her for a while. She has a senior position at an investment bank and he works in security, maybe there’s a book I could recommend
I drop her to her house and say I’ll speak to her soon. She’s saying I won’t call her, she’ll be surprised if I do. Shall I?
I’m remembering that body… I think I just might…
CHAT