As soon as I got to the Ivy I knew it was my kind place.
Instead of a male or female logo on the toilets, they all had both the male AND female logos on them, in a variety of sexual positions. One had the female one giving a blowjob, one had the couple in a doggystyle position, and so on.
It was a really classy place, the top level had a pool in the middle which some of the sexy young ladies chose to swim in.
I grabbed a drink with James, and as we turned away from the bar, I locked eyes with a fair skinned, dark haired burlesque looking Madame, her bright red lipstick glistening like a film noir femme fatale.
I glanced away, and we looked back at each other again. There was an awkward moment as her group was moving, I was moving and it wasn't clear what was happening, so I just motioned to her to come over and said "Hi".
The next morning I told her "during those first few moments, I knew we would have sex. In a way, we already had energetically, it was just a matter of details from that point onward."
We introduced ourselves and shook hands, and were standing 10cms apart so our bodies were almost touching. She kept holding my hand long after the handshake (didn’t let go for at least 10 mins). Good sign.
We had a pleasant conversation, I can't remember much of what was said, but that wasn't really important. Out voices were both dripping with seduction, drawing out our words, holding intense sexual eye contact, and leaving long energetically charged pauses.
At one point, maybe after 2 or 3 minutes of this sexual conversation dance, she asked if I was having a good night. I told her that the toilets in this place were so cool, and that they were designed for sexy liaisons, and asked her if shed like to come check them out with me. She politely declined, but kept holding my hand and the sexy conversation continued.
I was telling her about my habit of meditating in clubs. She told me I was crazy, but I told her that when I accept and transcend the intensity of the environment and all the associated internal dialogue, I actually go to the deepest point of immersion and inner peace/tranquility.
I let go of things like
- do I look cool
- do I fit in/belong here
- how's my hair?
- am I looking like a chump standing here
-will that girl reject me? She’s way too hot
-it feels like everyone else here knows each other…
etc
And I'm also released from other bad habits such as checking my phone every 37 seconds, looking around franticly, talking to fast, excessive smiling, flitting around etc.
She got on board the meditation train and we began to do belly breathing together. We were still holding hands, staring into each others eyes, standing with our stomachs almost touching.
At one point she closed her eyes; I was so impressed, it showed how immersed she was in the moment. She wasn't worried that people were watching. She wasn't paranoid that people would look at us standing in the middle of a high class bar, embracing each other in some faux-eastern breathing trance with our eyes closed. she was just relaxed and vibing on the energy. ( as I wrote that my phone tried to autocorrect that to Viking. Awesome).
After another few minutes I said "want to go for a walk? "
"where?"
"dunno, just around..."
She agreed. I spun her around so I was behind her, and wrapped my arms around her. We slowlyyyyyyy walked through the crowd, still in a trance. A group of glam girls watched us with envy and one of them said "omg you guys are sooooo cute!"
I told her to resist the urge to hurry through the crowd and we walked in unison (the only option really when you're standing up spooning).
We walked down the stairs titanic style and walked towards the toilets.
This is where it got tricky. You would think, given the fact that the toilet signs not-so-subtly implied they were to be used for sex, that this environment would make a toilet pull a breeze. Wrong. Dead wrong.
The fact that the toilets were unisex meant that there was a horde of men and women all hanging out on the circular couch, the girls waiting either for friends or the toilets to be free, and the guys swarming around all the girls.
I had been anticipating marching right up to a free toilet and taking her in, but given the informal line, it wasn't that simple.
I leaned against the wall and pulled her in close, holding her around the waist and lightly tracing my fingers up her legs (damn her skin was soft!!)
As I'd lean in to talk my stubble would brush her cheek and ear. Everything I was saying and doing was slow, subtle, seductive and sexy.
I was telling her how cool it was when she had closed her eyes upstairs, and about how I used to have a problem doing that during the Masterclass meditation exercises coz I worried I was the only one closing my eyes and that everyone else was looking at me.
I kept avoiding extended eye contact coz I didn't want her to initiate some makeout session, so I just kept whispering in her ear and holding her close (sometimes with 40 seconds of silence between talking) This went on for a good 5 minutes. We were still breathing together, she said "I'm so relaxed right now".
I realized that the line for the toilets was endless and that the tension would die if we joined it, I knew id have to just push in. That made me a bit nervous.
I saw an opening and quickly led her in. Some asshole yelled "hey! There's a line!". ( there was maybe 2-5 people waiting, and about 10 toilets...not a real long line).
I locked the door, pushed her up against the wall and kissed her. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, she said "what are we doing?!"
I ran my hand up her skirt and started fingering her, she closed her eyes and was panting.
Some jerk (presumably the same guy) banged on the door, yelling to hurry up and that people were waiting, as IF there was some huge shortage of toilets. I take it as a projection of his jealousy.
This snapped her out of it a bit and she said "omg I can't believe we're doing this, you're so bad...look what you've made me do! How did this happen?"
I figured (correctly as I later confirmed) that this was just part of the fantasy for her, being seduced and it being the guys fault/responsibility. The fact that she later took me home and drove me to work the next day is more than enough evidence to me that she was just playing up the "it just happened, it's his fault!" theme for her own excitement.
She kept this frame all the way through to sex which was a bit of a turn off for me. That, combined with the guys yelling and banging on the door psyched me out a fair bit. Once I got the condom on, I could feel myself going soft straight away. I tried to shove it in, no luck. Too floppy
I pulled my dick out and put it in her hand "I need a little inspiration". She gave me a dry HJ, I spat on her hand, and it helped a bit, but I got the most turned on when I started fingering her again and I could feel how wet she was and hear her moan. I turned her around, bent her over and shoved my face into the soft skin of her pussy from behind and ate her out for a bit.
Condom number two went on, I started going soft again and could bearly shove it in. I managed to get it in and pump her for a while but it wasn't fully erect and wasn't much fun.
It was hot visually though, looking at her seductive face in the mirror while fucking her from behind. She had an hourglass figure, and that sexy burlesque look of pure milk-pale skin under a dark skirt. Her pale round booty bursting out from her little skirt, with a tattoo on her ass cheek topped it off for me.
I wasn't even properly hard but I felt myself ejaculate. I had the rare experience of faking my pleasure, as I knew that it would make the overall experience better for her if I seemed to fuck her hand from behind and blow a huge load. Much sexier than going "oh... Well, i guess that's it then. I've ejaculated. Better dispose of this condom. Sorry for blowing so quick" or something lame and mood-killing like that.
We walked out and some hot shot male model in a classy suit said "well done" in a French accent.
We walked back to the bar and she bought me a drink. We were holding each other like a couple at this point. She kept shivering and saying "I can't be around you! You make me too horny..."
Every time we'd start touching each other, I'd get a boner again, but it fucking HURT! I think my dick was raw/confused by the weirdness of having ejaculated while still half soft.
She said "where are you staying tonight?" and I said "your place I guess..." her eyes lit up and she said ok.
We caught a cab which she paid for. After the first round of pounding back at her place she was still saying things like "how did this happen? I don't normally do this" and "you're bad, what did you make me do..."
The old me a few years ago would have taken all her comments "blaming" me for it on face value and made me feel like I tricked her. But now I see the bigger picture of how much she was driving it. she bought me a drink, asked me to come home with her (which I did, she paid for the cab) begged me to fuck her all night (which I did for a while but eventually had to sleep), and drove me to work the next day.
She seemed to just get turned on by the idea that I was a bad boy seducer who swept her off her feet in the heat of a passionate moment, against her better judgement.
I'm glad I was able to discern her token fantasy resistance from real resistance.
during the night we ran out of condoms. i always carry 6 condoms in my pocket with me no matter what im doing, even if i just walking to the shops. you never know. i used two in the toilet, then 2 more broke at her place and we used another two.
so even 6 condoms is still not enough hahaha.
Oh also in the morning I gave her the silent duck (4 fingers) while fingering her ass, in a 69 while she sucked me off. I blew all over her tits.
She looked like a 21 yr old hipster, but to my surprise she was 30!
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