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I met her while walking off my bus on one of my first days here. On Monday, November 11th. She was looking at her phone, figuring out what she was going to do with the rest of her afternoon, deciding if she was going home or not. I opened her by telling her I noticed her and I found her quite pretty and I'd love to meet her. I think she hooked pretty instantly. I explain how I'm walking over to this indoor market/mall area to hand out some CVs. She leads me over there and we walk around it for a bit together. 20 minutes at least insta-date all in all.
I'll post the text exchange we had after the day we met with a private imgur link in a reply to this tomorrow. I don't want to turn my phone back on to get some photos and look at the blue light at 2:30am here. I'm writing this LR-- on my laptop, which has F.lux, so the screentime won't impact my sleep as much.
She wasn't all that responsive to my texts. She answered the phone a couple times when I called though. Was fading out of her sphere probably until...I ran into her again this Wednesday (December 4th) at the bus interchange close to where we initially met. She was heading home after dropping off a book her cat chewed up, costing her $50. I was walking out of the building and saw a blonde girl walk by me 10 meters ahead of me. I watch her go and realize I recognize those hips. I call out her name, Cold, and she turns around, lighting up. We chat for 5 minutes or so and I almost explicitly invite her to accompany me to a beach I want to check out on Saturday (today). She says she'll let me know, classic.
Today rolls around. Cloudy with a bit of spitting in the morning. Doesn't look good, but the forecast says the clouds will roll out at 1pm or 2pm. Like clockwork they do and the day becomes gorgeous. I have plans to attend a formal soirée a co-worker invited me to. I am running a bit behind schedule and while driving I see this girl in a flowy dress with some curves walking and I turn my head as I roll past. It seems like she checks me out, rotating her head, though she had sunnies on so who knows. I look for a parking place to get out at so I can open her. I drive a block and pull into some lot. I get out of my car and she is nowhere to be found, no longer on the main street I was just on. I'm kind of at a loss. It was meant to happen like that though.
I'm head back to my car and see Cold has messaged me to organize a meet/pick up time for our beach outing. I reply to her and then go out to the main street again to see if the flowy dress girl appears. Out of nowhere she is a block over waiting for a light to change. I walk over and we almost cross paths. I'm looking around like I'm lost. She doubletakes again it seems like, glancing at me over her shoulder. I don't want to dissapoint the universe so I jog up to her and open from the side. She stops. I say how I saw her and she looks so elegant today with her dress and how it's so strange, I'm wearing some funky tie I bought earlier in the day from an op shop for a party I’m heading to, so I don’t have much time, but I have to meet her and does she ever shop at op shops. I didn't deliver that all in one go of course. I was judging her reactions, planting the hook.
We walk together for 50m. She doesn't want to give me her #. She isn't used to being approached like this. She is almost 6ft tall and says people tell her she's intimidating. She removes her sunglasses at one point briefly and she is a true beauty. I love it. We have a solid conversation and I have her put in her IG into my phone so I can follow her. She says she'll follow me back. When I got home from the beach a couple hours ago I see that she did.
So this soirée...it's supposed to be fancy. There are a couple of wizards. There are people in drag. Guys as gals. Gals as guys. I don't really get this. I'm a dude. I have no desire to pretend to be a woman. I may like some Justin Bieber songs and do yoga and love sunsets, however I am masculine through and through. What is the difference between being lost and being blind? I don't know what I'm saying here. What I want to communicate is that there were some strange people at this gathering, though they were all dressed to impress, and it was creating some openness generating social momentum.
Chatted with a guy from Germany about the culture there and about psychaedelics. Chatted with the host who was from the pacific northwest in the US and he gave me some rad cold brew. Chatted with a wizard who shared her kale salad and tea with me. Chatted for all of 2 minutes with my co-worker who was the main reason I even was invited and decided to show up. I was there for a little over an hour and Cold calls me to tell me she is in the city center and asks about where to meet me. I give her a rendevous location and then begin to say my goodbyes to these strange yet lovely people.
I pick up Cold and she leads me over to the beach. I dig how she knows the city well enough to navigate me without her phone. A dying art. We stop at a grocery store to pick up water and a bottle of wine. Red. The drive is stunning. We're listening to spanish jams, ozuna, nicky jam, la cintura. The beach, Taylor's..., is probably the best in the area. Smaller, protected from the wind, surfers, big waves, cold water, hills rising up prominently all around. I mention how a different co-worker told me about how a certain wind we get this time of year causes people to have too many positive ions floating around. Apparently the beach has a lot of negative ions. Just what the doctor ordered.
We set our stuff down and get in the water. Damn she is looking fine in her bikini (tog). I pop a boner instantly. She's a blonde curvy beauty. 21. We romp around in the surf for a few minutes, it is freezing, and in a moment of joyous being we kiss for the first time. Short and salty. I put her on my shoulders at one point. I carry her out of the water. I am her aquaman. Side note, some kids I coach here call me AJ, short for American Jesus. I am also American aquaman lol. We sit in the sand right at the water's edge. Deep diving. I'm kissing her back and shoulders and neck. I love the taste of the salt on it. I give a mini lesson on skipping rocks. I am fully loving life in these moments.
I decide that it is time for us to walk up the tracks in the hills as the sun begins to set. We dry off for a few minutes. She is lying down and looking like a goddess. She mentions something unimportant and I aggressively, yet gently in the last moments, put myself over her and whisper in her ear, 'I could make love to you right now'. Gasp. We steep in the flavorful tension. Release. We pop open the wine and begin walking up the track.
Another intense moment happened when we walked off the track down to an area of rocks where the water was crashing right up to them. It was treacherous getting over to the flatter area we had our sights on. There were shallow pools of water, mussels all around, at the mouth of the ocean, it almost swallowing us. We're there all alone. Technically people from way up on the actual hiking track could see us, but they were 200m away or so. It was here that I felt like I had a real escalation opportunity. It felt like she was enjoying my wandering hands, yet at the same time I could sense tension and hesitation in her about it. Perhaps my frame wasn't strong enough. Making love to aquaman by the sea. Her hands were behind her back and it almost felt like she was inviting me to take her fully, for me to have my way with her. It didn't feel right though and I decided against it. That's something to examine further.
We hike back and sit on a bench for a while overlooking the surfers. They are in the pipes and it’s righteous. Little dots 100 meters below us. The sun is gone, though there are still brilliantly lit up clouds. Almost as radiant as the muse beside me. I don't take a single picture the entire time. We both are fully in the moment. There was palpable magic in the air, in our bodies, between us, within us, connecting us. Maybe this is all complete BS. I don't know.
She is scared of the dark and I hold her closer as we walk down now. It is an almost completely irrational fear, especially here by the beach in New Zealand. I reassure her that in these moments I am her lion. My back is feeling better. My knee has miraculously recovered. I am a beast of a man in his prime. With a beauty beside me all fear melts. I would conquer anything for her in these moments. I am a champion.
We walk to the car park. I take a piss in the restroom. I wash my cock afterwards in case a BJ is in the cards. We get in the car. Begin making out. Teasing her. I put her seat all the way down. Her feet are on the dash. Shorts tight and pulled up. Damn I better get in on this action before the shorts steal the show. I finger her and she starts reaching for my cock. She's really enjoying this and between panting breaths asks me if I have a condom. I do. I pull off my swimtrunks and straddle her as she lays back in the passenger seat. I put the condom on, but I'm only half hard. Shit. And the angles are difficult. This is my first time attempting to fuck in a car. Rookie rookie rookie. I don't even make it in and I cum. Similar to this LR. Fuck this noFAP and getting turned on by her for the previous 6 hours and not having a bed to make love in. Fuck excuses. Almost laid the pipe.
We have a laugh about it. I'm beyond dissapointed on the inside. This girl deserved to be loved and I failed. I drive her home and we listen to some Kygo and acoustic Justin Bieber. She's holding my hand and rubbing my arm a bit. The mood is down from pre-car sex fail. Not too down though. I hope I can salvage this and meet up with her again. Actually give her some good dick. Damn I've got to figure out how to last longer in the 1st round in spite of the noFAP. The journey continues. Twas a numinous and ebullient outing at the beach regardless.
I'll post the text exchange we had after the day we met with a private imgur link in a reply to this tomorrow. I don't want to turn my phone back on to get some photos and look at the blue light at 2:30am here. I'm writing this LR-- on my laptop, which has F.lux, so the screentime won't impact my sleep as much.
She wasn't all that responsive to my texts. She answered the phone a couple times when I called though. Was fading out of her sphere probably until...I ran into her again this Wednesday (December 4th) at the bus interchange close to where we initially met. She was heading home after dropping off a book her cat chewed up, costing her $50. I was walking out of the building and saw a blonde girl walk by me 10 meters ahead of me. I watch her go and realize I recognize those hips. I call out her name, Cold, and she turns around, lighting up. We chat for 5 minutes or so and I almost explicitly invite her to accompany me to a beach I want to check out on Saturday (today). She says she'll let me know, classic.
Today rolls around. Cloudy with a bit of spitting in the morning. Doesn't look good, but the forecast says the clouds will roll out at 1pm or 2pm. Like clockwork they do and the day becomes gorgeous. I have plans to attend a formal soirée a co-worker invited me to. I am running a bit behind schedule and while driving I see this girl in a flowy dress with some curves walking and I turn my head as I roll past. It seems like she checks me out, rotating her head, though she had sunnies on so who knows. I look for a parking place to get out at so I can open her. I drive a block and pull into some lot. I get out of my car and she is nowhere to be found, no longer on the main street I was just on. I'm kind of at a loss. It was meant to happen like that though.
I'm head back to my car and see Cold has messaged me to organize a meet/pick up time for our beach outing. I reply to her and then go out to the main street again to see if the flowy dress girl appears. Out of nowhere she is a block over waiting for a light to change. I walk over and we almost cross paths. I'm looking around like I'm lost. She doubletakes again it seems like, glancing at me over her shoulder. I don't want to dissapoint the universe so I jog up to her and open from the side. She stops. I say how I saw her and she looks so elegant today with her dress and how it's so strange, I'm wearing some funky tie I bought earlier in the day from an op shop for a party I’m heading to, so I don’t have much time, but I have to meet her and does she ever shop at op shops. I didn't deliver that all in one go of course. I was judging her reactions, planting the hook.
We walk together for 50m. She doesn't want to give me her #. She isn't used to being approached like this. She is almost 6ft tall and says people tell her she's intimidating. She removes her sunglasses at one point briefly and she is a true beauty. I love it. We have a solid conversation and I have her put in her IG into my phone so I can follow her. She says she'll follow me back. When I got home from the beach a couple hours ago I see that she did.
So this soirée...it's supposed to be fancy. There are a couple of wizards. There are people in drag. Guys as gals. Gals as guys. I don't really get this. I'm a dude. I have no desire to pretend to be a woman. I may like some Justin Bieber songs and do yoga and love sunsets, however I am masculine through and through. What is the difference between being lost and being blind? I don't know what I'm saying here. What I want to communicate is that there were some strange people at this gathering, though they were all dressed to impress, and it was creating some openness generating social momentum.
Chatted with a guy from Germany about the culture there and about psychaedelics. Chatted with the host who was from the pacific northwest in the US and he gave me some rad cold brew. Chatted with a wizard who shared her kale salad and tea with me. Chatted for all of 2 minutes with my co-worker who was the main reason I even was invited and decided to show up. I was there for a little over an hour and Cold calls me to tell me she is in the city center and asks about where to meet me. I give her a rendevous location and then begin to say my goodbyes to these strange yet lovely people.
I pick up Cold and she leads me over to the beach. I dig how she knows the city well enough to navigate me without her phone. A dying art. We stop at a grocery store to pick up water and a bottle of wine. Red. The drive is stunning. We're listening to spanish jams, ozuna, nicky jam, la cintura. The beach, Taylor's..., is probably the best in the area. Smaller, protected from the wind, surfers, big waves, cold water, hills rising up prominently all around. I mention how a different co-worker told me about how a certain wind we get this time of year causes people to have too many positive ions floating around. Apparently the beach has a lot of negative ions. Just what the doctor ordered.
We set our stuff down and get in the water. Damn she is looking fine in her bikini (tog). I pop a boner instantly. She's a blonde curvy beauty. 21. We romp around in the surf for a few minutes, it is freezing, and in a moment of joyous being we kiss for the first time. Short and salty. I put her on my shoulders at one point. I carry her out of the water. I am her aquaman. Side note, some kids I coach here call me AJ, short for American Jesus. I am also American aquaman lol. We sit in the sand right at the water's edge. Deep diving. I'm kissing her back and shoulders and neck. I love the taste of the salt on it. I give a mini lesson on skipping rocks. I am fully loving life in these moments.
I decide that it is time for us to walk up the tracks in the hills as the sun begins to set. We dry off for a few minutes. She is lying down and looking like a goddess. She mentions something unimportant and I aggressively, yet gently in the last moments, put myself over her and whisper in her ear, 'I could make love to you right now'. Gasp. We steep in the flavorful tension. Release. We pop open the wine and begin walking up the track.
Another intense moment happened when we walked off the track down to an area of rocks where the water was crashing right up to them. It was treacherous getting over to the flatter area we had our sights on. There were shallow pools of water, mussels all around, at the mouth of the ocean, it almost swallowing us. We're there all alone. Technically people from way up on the actual hiking track could see us, but they were 200m away or so. It was here that I felt like I had a real escalation opportunity. It felt like she was enjoying my wandering hands, yet at the same time I could sense tension and hesitation in her about it. Perhaps my frame wasn't strong enough. Making love to aquaman by the sea. Her hands were behind her back and it almost felt like she was inviting me to take her fully, for me to have my way with her. It didn't feel right though and I decided against it. That's something to examine further.
We hike back and sit on a bench for a while overlooking the surfers. They are in the pipes and it’s righteous. Little dots 100 meters below us. The sun is gone, though there are still brilliantly lit up clouds. Almost as radiant as the muse beside me. I don't take a single picture the entire time. We both are fully in the moment. There was palpable magic in the air, in our bodies, between us, within us, connecting us. Maybe this is all complete BS. I don't know.
She is scared of the dark and I hold her closer as we walk down now. It is an almost completely irrational fear, especially here by the beach in New Zealand. I reassure her that in these moments I am her lion. My back is feeling better. My knee has miraculously recovered. I am a beast of a man in his prime. With a beauty beside me all fear melts. I would conquer anything for her in these moments. I am a champion.
We walk to the car park. I take a piss in the restroom. I wash my cock afterwards in case a BJ is in the cards. We get in the car. Begin making out. Teasing her. I put her seat all the way down. Her feet are on the dash. Shorts tight and pulled up. Damn I better get in on this action before the shorts steal the show. I finger her and she starts reaching for my cock. She's really enjoying this and between panting breaths asks me if I have a condom. I do. I pull off my swimtrunks and straddle her as she lays back in the passenger seat. I put the condom on, but I'm only half hard. Shit. And the angles are difficult. This is my first time attempting to fuck in a car. Rookie rookie rookie. I don't even make it in and I cum. Similar to this LR. Fuck this noFAP and getting turned on by her for the previous 6 hours and not having a bed to make love in. Fuck excuses. Almost laid the pipe.
We have a laugh about it. I'm beyond dissapointed on the inside. This girl deserved to be loved and I failed. I drive her home and we listen to some Kygo and acoustic Justin Bieber. She's holding my hand and rubbing my arm a bit. The mood is down from pre-car sex fail. Not too down though. I hope I can salvage this and meet up with her again. Actually give her some good dick. Damn I've got to figure out how to last longer in the 1st round in spite of the noFAP. The journey continues. Twas a numinous and ebullient outing at the beach regardless.
