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On a Thursday last week I got off work late. Had a long meeting with my boss which extended till 7:30pm (I usually am off work at 3pm or so). Was pretty tired, and it had been a VERY stressful day, and all I wanted to do was de-stress. So I went to the gym until 9:20 or so. On the way home from the gym walking I noticed that my local coffee shop, which is usually closed at 8, was still open till 10 and had happy hour. So I went in to grab a beer and get some work done before it closed, and to relax.
There were only four people in the whole place including two Baristas, a guy and a girl. I went to the counter and ordered, going through the usual process – the girl took my order. She was a white American brunette, pretty cute, I’d say a 7 with a bubbly personality. While ordering and paying with my card, the girl at the cashier started chatting with me - she told me her arm hurt. I started asking about it and we got into a long winded 15min conversation about how she shattered her arm long ago and now has a metal plate in it, but even though everything heals it still hurts from time to time. We started very casual, and by this time I had already paid and gotten my beer, but we just stuck around chatting about her arm, about how she wound up in NYC all the way from Kansas, about her life, her career dreams, and cool places in the city to check out.
At some point she started sharing her secret – about how she wanted to open a themed bar in the heart of Manhattan. I then threaded this by telling her about the oldest bar in New York, and how her idea seems very similar. She said she hadn’t been yet. So, I said that I’ll take her there sometime, because she has to see it! She was totally down. So I went ahead and gave her my phone to put in her number, and she called herself. Now I had her phone number.
Then we continued talking at the counter (no one was in line or coming in at this hour). Somehow we circled back to what we were doing after leaving the place (nothing!) and she asked about going to this bar after work. I said, sure! I’d just go get some work done and finish my beer till they close in fifteen minutes, and then we’ll go together. I also told her I live nearby and need to drop off my stuff first before we go, as I had a backpack full of work equipment with me. She was excited, and then I went to the front of the store to sit on the bar seating looking outside, and proceeded to do my work while the two Baristas started to close the shop.
At 10pm close, after she had finished and was ready to go, she came and sat next to me. I told her I’d finish in a couple minutes, then proceeded to focus on work until I was at a good stopping point, then finished/packed up and we left the store together. We joked about the coffee shop and how she was locking in the other employee for the night, and how I always see the guy but never her when I visit that shop, and she shared some stories about how homeless people walk in the bathroom to take showers and attempt to sleep. We were vibing, she was following me, and everything was going great.
I reminded her that I need to drop my stuff off at my place before we headed out, which was two blocks away. So we walked there and I told her to come upstairs with me, I’d show her my place. We walked in and I quickly dropped off my stuff and gave her a brief tour, and then we were headed out again.
As we were leaving my place I told her I’ll show her the roof real quick, this apartment’s secret feature. So we went up there and she was amazed, as it has a fantastic view of the NYC skyline. We spent about two minutes up there and we were still vibing/joking at this point, so I suggested that we just get beer from my place and drink up there instead of going to this bar downtown. She was down, and so I went back down into the apartment with her and got some beer out of my fridge (now she’s been in my apartment twice already) and then we went back to the roof. We spent an hour on the roof talking a lot. She was having a ton of fun. We talked about travels, how she wound up in New York and how I did, what each of us does for work (a guessing game) and a lot of other stories. I had great chemistry, but was also fully in control. We were sitting on a ledge and facing each other, straddling the ledge about 24” apart.
I could tell she was into me, because she was totally compliant, and also leaning in to talk to me. We were a bit too far to touch each other, but at some point she started to talk about her ass and how it’s tight and fits her jeans firmly. I then leaned over and took my hand and squeezed her ass, and then pulled back, telling her “yeah, it is nice and firm,” and then switched back to normal topics. All of a sudden there was a more sexual vibe in the air.
We were still talking at this point and vibing, but now she was leaning in more and playing with her hair, being a little more flirtatious, and sometimes would lean in and touch me on the leg. Good.
So after we finished our beer, I brought her back down to my place and we sat on the couch. She was cuddled up right next to me with our arms touching, but nothing more than that. I knew she wanted to be kissed, but already I had poured her another glass (this time we had whiskey) that she was holding and drinking at the same time. She was getting a little tipsy, but also a horny spark in her eyes.
After another 20min of chatting on the couch, we looked at each other with no words to say. She was still holding her glass, so I took her glass and put it on the table next to the couch, then went right back towards her and did a manhandle kiss, gentle at first. She started gentle, then got super aggressive and horny.
This cued about four hours of LMR.
For the next four hours or so, I had to play very cool, as she kept doing two things:
- Commenting “how did we end up here? I was just working and then we started talking and now she’s in my apartment. How did that happen?” I kept telling her that I like hanging out with her so far, and we’re both having a great time.
- She also kept saying that it’s late and she should leave, because she has work tomorrow and doesn’t have any clothes. I always told her that we’re having such a great time and she should just sleep over, and I’ll give her clothes for the night and morning. Plus, it’s late and would be annoying to get home. So just stay and sleep here. Each time she caved in and complied, but it took a lot of smiling and convincing on my part.
I knew what was going on. She was suuuuuper horny, but felt slutty for things happening too fast. This is common with my game, so I know I just have to deal with it and keep her in my place (on her own accord of course) and she’ll eventually fuck me.
So I just told her to sleep over at my place, she can borrow my clothes to sleep and it’s already too far and late for her to go home now. Plus, we’re having a great time.
She was VERY conflicted, and this issue came up at least ten more times over the next four hours. It was already almost midnight and I had work at 7am, but I was committed at this point and would see it through the end.
Unfortunately her paranoia about me got exacerbated as I was also having a ton of ED issues that night. Every time we escalated she felt over my jeans to see how hard I was, and I was not hard. She didn’t feel desired, each time suggested that it’s time to go home (I always told her no, I’m having a great time with her and she should just stay), and once even asked me if I turned her on.
I told her I get nervous sometimes and have to get used to a new person, but I do like her and want her.
Eventually we were cycling through escalations, and at some point I had all her clothes off and she was on the bed naked and ready to be fucked. Each time she escalated on me it was really fucking intense – I knew she was a wild freak – and each time I had ED and she backed off when she saw I didn’t have an erection, then told me she was going to leave. And each time I told her no, she should just stay and sleep over.
Eventually she caved and slept over with me, naked in my bed. It was probably 2:30am at this point.
Sometime in the middle of the might I woke up with a firm erection, and managed to fuck her. It felt so good, she was nice and tight and would just turn into a total freak in the blink of an eye. But, she kept cutting off the sex and made me pull out after a few min of thrusting even though she was enjoying the hell out of it. Probably more ASD LMR. Which caused me to pull out and go back to cuddling, only to escalate after another ten minutes. We fucked a few more short times in the night, probably four times, and in the end I slept maybe one hour that night.
In the morning I got up at 6am to get ready and go to work. I gave her a towel and left her sleeping on my bed.
She texted me an hour or so later that she was leaving and hoped the door would lock. I told her it would lock itself, and that I had an amazing time with her and hoped she wasn’t too tired. She said the same, and now two weeks later we’re still texting back and forth. I haven’t seen her again (yet) as I’ve been busy with work and family over the last week or so, but I know that we will soon, and it will be amazing.
There were only four people in the whole place including two Baristas, a guy and a girl. I went to the counter and ordered, going through the usual process – the girl took my order. She was a white American brunette, pretty cute, I’d say a 7 with a bubbly personality. While ordering and paying with my card, the girl at the cashier started chatting with me - she told me her arm hurt. I started asking about it and we got into a long winded 15min conversation about how she shattered her arm long ago and now has a metal plate in it, but even though everything heals it still hurts from time to time. We started very casual, and by this time I had already paid and gotten my beer, but we just stuck around chatting about her arm, about how she wound up in NYC all the way from Kansas, about her life, her career dreams, and cool places in the city to check out.
At some point she started sharing her secret – about how she wanted to open a themed bar in the heart of Manhattan. I then threaded this by telling her about the oldest bar in New York, and how her idea seems very similar. She said she hadn’t been yet. So, I said that I’ll take her there sometime, because she has to see it! She was totally down. So I went ahead and gave her my phone to put in her number, and she called herself. Now I had her phone number.
Then we continued talking at the counter (no one was in line or coming in at this hour). Somehow we circled back to what we were doing after leaving the place (nothing!) and she asked about going to this bar after work. I said, sure! I’d just go get some work done and finish my beer till they close in fifteen minutes, and then we’ll go together. I also told her I live nearby and need to drop off my stuff first before we go, as I had a backpack full of work equipment with me. She was excited, and then I went to the front of the store to sit on the bar seating looking outside, and proceeded to do my work while the two Baristas started to close the shop.
At 10pm close, after she had finished and was ready to go, she came and sat next to me. I told her I’d finish in a couple minutes, then proceeded to focus on work until I was at a good stopping point, then finished/packed up and we left the store together. We joked about the coffee shop and how she was locking in the other employee for the night, and how I always see the guy but never her when I visit that shop, and she shared some stories about how homeless people walk in the bathroom to take showers and attempt to sleep. We were vibing, she was following me, and everything was going great.
I reminded her that I need to drop my stuff off at my place before we headed out, which was two blocks away. So we walked there and I told her to come upstairs with me, I’d show her my place. We walked in and I quickly dropped off my stuff and gave her a brief tour, and then we were headed out again.
As we were leaving my place I told her I’ll show her the roof real quick, this apartment’s secret feature. So we went up there and she was amazed, as it has a fantastic view of the NYC skyline. We spent about two minutes up there and we were still vibing/joking at this point, so I suggested that we just get beer from my place and drink up there instead of going to this bar downtown. She was down, and so I went back down into the apartment with her and got some beer out of my fridge (now she’s been in my apartment twice already) and then we went back to the roof. We spent an hour on the roof talking a lot. She was having a ton of fun. We talked about travels, how she wound up in New York and how I did, what each of us does for work (a guessing game) and a lot of other stories. I had great chemistry, but was also fully in control. We were sitting on a ledge and facing each other, straddling the ledge about 24” apart.
I could tell she was into me, because she was totally compliant, and also leaning in to talk to me. We were a bit too far to touch each other, but at some point she started to talk about her ass and how it’s tight and fits her jeans firmly. I then leaned over and took my hand and squeezed her ass, and then pulled back, telling her “yeah, it is nice and firm,” and then switched back to normal topics. All of a sudden there was a more sexual vibe in the air.
We were still talking at this point and vibing, but now she was leaning in more and playing with her hair, being a little more flirtatious, and sometimes would lean in and touch me on the leg. Good.
So after we finished our beer, I brought her back down to my place and we sat on the couch. She was cuddled up right next to me with our arms touching, but nothing more than that. I knew she wanted to be kissed, but already I had poured her another glass (this time we had whiskey) that she was holding and drinking at the same time. She was getting a little tipsy, but also a horny spark in her eyes.
After another 20min of chatting on the couch, we looked at each other with no words to say. She was still holding her glass, so I took her glass and put it on the table next to the couch, then went right back towards her and did a manhandle kiss, gentle at first. She started gentle, then got super aggressive and horny.
This cued about four hours of LMR.
For the next four hours or so, I had to play very cool, as she kept doing two things:
- Commenting “how did we end up here? I was just working and then we started talking and now she’s in my apartment. How did that happen?” I kept telling her that I like hanging out with her so far, and we’re both having a great time.
- She also kept saying that it’s late and she should leave, because she has work tomorrow and doesn’t have any clothes. I always told her that we’re having such a great time and she should just sleep over, and I’ll give her clothes for the night and morning. Plus, it’s late and would be annoying to get home. So just stay and sleep here. Each time she caved in and complied, but it took a lot of smiling and convincing on my part.
I knew what was going on. She was suuuuuper horny, but felt slutty for things happening too fast. This is common with my game, so I know I just have to deal with it and keep her in my place (on her own accord of course) and she’ll eventually fuck me.
So I just told her to sleep over at my place, she can borrow my clothes to sleep and it’s already too far and late for her to go home now. Plus, we’re having a great time.
She was VERY conflicted, and this issue came up at least ten more times over the next four hours. It was already almost midnight and I had work at 7am, but I was committed at this point and would see it through the end.
Unfortunately her paranoia about me got exacerbated as I was also having a ton of ED issues that night. Every time we escalated she felt over my jeans to see how hard I was, and I was not hard. She didn’t feel desired, each time suggested that it’s time to go home (I always told her no, I’m having a great time with her and she should just stay), and once even asked me if I turned her on.
I told her I get nervous sometimes and have to get used to a new person, but I do like her and want her.
Eventually we were cycling through escalations, and at some point I had all her clothes off and she was on the bed naked and ready to be fucked. Each time she escalated on me it was really fucking intense – I knew she was a wild freak – and each time I had ED and she backed off when she saw I didn’t have an erection, then told me she was going to leave. And each time I told her no, she should just stay and sleep over.
Eventually she caved and slept over with me, naked in my bed. It was probably 2:30am at this point.
Sometime in the middle of the might I woke up with a firm erection, and managed to fuck her. It felt so good, she was nice and tight and would just turn into a total freak in the blink of an eye. But, she kept cutting off the sex and made me pull out after a few min of thrusting even though she was enjoying the hell out of it. Probably more ASD LMR. Which caused me to pull out and go back to cuddling, only to escalate after another ten minutes. We fucked a few more short times in the night, probably four times, and in the end I slept maybe one hour that night.
In the morning I got up at 6am to get ready and go to work. I gave her a towel and left her sleeping on my bed.
She texted me an hour or so later that she was leaving and hoped the door would lock. I told her it would lock itself, and that I had an amazing time with her and hoped she wasn’t too tired. She said the same, and now two weeks later we’re still texting back and forth. I haven’t seen her again (yet) as I’ve been busy with work and family over the last week or so, but I know that we will soon, and it will be amazing.
