This is a long story, so the gist of it is I met a girl on the street, went on two pleasant dates, then she read my sex blog and invited me over to her place to ‘get in the spa…and bring drinks ’. What started as me going over for a swim and sex I ended up spending 30 hours with her. Blowjobs from daygame are the best. Meeting a stranger on the street and going from saying"Hi" to the point where their lips are around your cock is an awesome way to feel connected to the universe.
We met in the city during rush hour. I was crossing the street when our eyes locked. Time slowed down, she smiled at me, and I said “Nice glasses”.
“Thanks!” she grinned, a mid twenties looking dark haired artsy dream (turns out she was 34!) She made it very clear that she was impressed that I stopped her on the street. Not every girl you talk to during the daytime is going to be impressed by you approaching her, but the rejections are worth it for the ones that respond well to it and admire your balls (figuratively and literally).
Speaking of balls, I heard an amazing quote the other day (unrelated but funny):
We kept chatting and the vibe was very playful. She commented again on the fact that it was cool that I approached her and I told her it was better way to meet people than going out to clubs and getting drunk. I told her about the ‘Aussie Lean’ which is James Marshalls description of typical bogan/redneck/bro game: guys drink so much that they’re stumbling and swaying, which means they end up leaning into the girls they’re talking to, which is the only way they know how to escalate physically. I did a demonstration of this on her, and she played along and giggled. It was great to see her so relaxed with my touch, and not weirded out by this strange role-play at the tram stop surrounded by commuters.
I took her number and we texted back and forth and agreed to meet in the city. We only met for an hour, but I focused on just keeping my speaking to a minimum and allowing her to talk. This was one of the most massive changes I had to make on myself while I was doing the Masterclass, and its something I still have to keep in check. When I was younger my nerves would make me fill in all the silences with my blabbering and not leave any room for the girl to share anything. The only time the girl would be able to interact was when I asked them a question and put them on the spot.
On this date I was a bit nervous, but instead of talking when I felt nervous I just breathed. She ended up sharing all kinds of fascinating things with me and I kept thinking ‘Wow, imagine if I had been talking right now, I would have missed out on all this funny and interesting stuff she’s telling me!’
So the lesson is: STFU and leave space to let her talk.
She told me about her job as a house sitter, which means she doesn’t ever have a permanent location, but never has to pay rent. Rich people who go on holiday just let her stay in their house, so she gets to live a glamorous lifestyle rent free!
“Excellent lifestyle design” I told her. “James Marshall would approve.”
We met up again, and halfway through this 2nd daytime date (us going for a drink and a walk) I touched her arm. She flinched, and made it really clear she wasn’t comfortable with me touching her.
“What’s wrong?” I said with a playful smirk.
“You’re too forward…”
Instantly in my mind I wrote her off. I just thought “Clearly this woman is not right for me. This is the second time we’ve met and she’s weird about me even touching her arm?"
I was a bit disappointed at how reluctant she was my to my touch. I didn’t give it much thought and wasn’t planning on chasing her or following it up. I figured we wanted different things and weren’t compatible: I wanted a sexy physical encounter and she seemed to want 5-10 non-physical dates.
So it was a pleasant surprise when I woke up on a Saturday morning to this text:
I got ready and set off on my mission. I was nervous but excited. The fact that she asked me to come over, to go in her spa, and bring alcohol meant I knew we were going to have sex.
I found a hilarious pair of bright short shorts, and put them on under my board shorts. Upon arrival, she buzzed me through the security gates, and I told her to close her eyes. I dropped my board shorts so I was just standing there wearing these:
(This pic was taken later, you can only see the top of them but imagine underpants/hot pants of that colour...that was all I was wearing)
She gave me a tour of the house, and I was blown away. Two story mansion, perfectly spotless: looked like it was straight out of a “Homes and Kitchens” magazine. She commented that it was a little too perfect.
We opened our drinks and went to the pool where I joked about how short my short shorts were and she giggled. We swam and I gradually ramped up the touching, first by jokingly teaching her how to swim (allowing our bare skin to touch under water) and then by picking her up and throwing her around, with lots of giggling, squealing and splashing.
She said “I just watched that Ashton Kutcher movie “Spread”…where he is a seducer. This reminds me of that…”
As I was writing this report I googled it...I'm glad this was what she was imagining...
I told her “This feels like a scene from a movie about rich, sexy kids, like in a show like the OC or something…"
It was such a sexy dynamic, because the sexuality was so evident but so unspoken. The scenario was extremely seductive: she invited me over to swim in her pool, we were both half naked, we were drinking, we had the whole house to ourselves…
It was like young love again. It was great to not feel pressured to escalate, and just being able to enjoy the sexual tension, safe in the knowledge that we’d be fucking later. I could just relax and go with the flow.
After swimming, she invited me up to the spa, which we filled with bubbles.
She told me “I love getting in a hot bath after a swim…then getting back in the cold pool…then getting back in the hot bath! The temperature contrast feels so good on my skin.” We slipped in and she started telling me about how she used to go skinny dipping when she was 16. Our legs were touching under water, and I had a raging boner. “I'm going to take off my shorts…the foam will keep me hidden” I said, and she giggled.
I pulled them up from under the foam and placed them on the side, grinning at her that I was now naked and my erect cock was brushing against her legs. She grinned back and leaned into me, rubbing her ass and back into my dick. I took off her top and we slowly slid our hands over each others skin, spreading the soap around. I love the slippery feeling of a woman’s warm soapy skin pressed up against me.
We went back downstairs and as I was laying back on the poolside chair, she approached me with a devilish gleam in her eye, grinning like mad. Seeing her walk over to me like that already had my blood pumping. Her brown, young looking body was hypnotizing, smooth skin and perfect legs and ass. She climbed on top of me and kissed me passionately. “I love giving blowjobs…” she whispered in my ear, tracing her hand down my neck, across my chest and into the bulge that was forming in my pants.
Without breaking eye contact, she moved her head down towards my stiff cock and caressed the tip with her tongue. She proceeded to give me one of the best blowjobs in my life, easily in the top 10. She knew exactly what she was doing, coating her hands with a lick of spit before touching the shaft so it was slippery and lubed up as she stroked it. She had amazing technique, it was warm and wet, and firm in the perfect way. The best part of it was how much she was enjoying it. She’d shoot me a glance that said “I love having a cock in my mouth, I can’t wait to make you come.” Green eyes pierce my soul, and the site of her green eyes looking up from her innocent face (which was being totally corrupted by the hard cock she was sucking) was such a hot contrast. She increased her stroking speed and tongue action and I felt myself about to explode.
She pulled her mouth off it and kept up her aggressive wrist action as jets of my cum shot everywhere. The best part was watching the initial cumshots and thinking “Wow that was huge…” and then BAM just when I thought it had ended, another huge load shot out. I was very impressed she was able to draw that out of my cock.
Later we fucked on the couch, then spent the rest of the day together, walking around naked, getting the pool, jumping on the trampoline, and acting like rich royalty in our mansion. It was really nice, and I told her “I think I have a crush on you. Will you be my girlfriend? Just for today and tomorrow.” And she grinned and agreed.
I took her to a crazy party that night, it was a really trashy place, the guys there actually want shit to get loose.
I was dressed for the occasion in the scummiest of outfits, you can see me holding the the short shorts I had on earlier, but I changed to my evening wear of fluro green station rat attire. The white runners (that looked freshly stolen) and the tuna I was eating straight from the tin really topped off what people from Melbourne, Aus will know as the 'Frankston Scum' look:
I looked around for a bin for my KFC bag, then realized the whole backyard was covered in rubbish, and said to the host “Hey man. Just gonna chuck this in the bin yeah?” and dropped it on the ground. He grinned, kicked it and stuff inside went flying everywhere. The kitchen lights were smashed out, there were holes in the roof and walls, and their lounge room was destroyed by the mosh pit that had erupted earlier during a metal bands set. There was a skate ramp in the garden, crowded with drunken skaters doing their best to see in the dark. The police came 3 times while we were there. It’s not a house I would want to live in, but it’s always good to go there and party. I have another crazy story about a previous party at their old place which I'm gonna write up and post up soon.
(The short version is, they came to my house party, got wasted, and abused my neighbours, so I went to their next party and trashed the place...but they loved it! They live that ghetto punk Anarchy lifestyle so any sign of danger is validating to them. Me spitting red wine all over their walls and pouring all their food on the floor was met with rowdy cheers and high fives.)
We left the party at 3am, went back to our mansion, fucked all night in the master bedroom, and lazed around swimming and fucking the next day.
It was a surreal experience, like a dream, because I literally woke up into that reality. On Saturday morning her text woke me up, clearly inviting me to her exotic mansion along for spa sex. I had already categorized her as a bit frigid from her response to my initial touch, so her sexual forwardness was like "Am I dreaming? Is this real? She's really just inviting me over to bang her?"
From me walking up being propositioned by her, to arriving at the mansion, spending all day together, going to a crazy party that night, the next day blending into the last with more of the same rich sexy lifestyle… it was a dream like experience.
I asked her about the turn around, and she said she had looked me up online and read my blog (rapidescalation.com) and got so horny from reading the stories that she wanted to experience it herself and be part of that world. I sent her this LR before posting it and she was flattered and excited.
All because I chose to talk to her on the street. Afterwards she said “I love that! I wish more guys would come up and talk to me!”
CHAT