That while holding hands at the movies, you accidentally pulled her finger?
LOL
I didn't think pulling a boob would cause that!!!
Twenty years ago when I was 19 (god, I just got so sad typing that - I'm getting so old) I was working at some average forgettable chain restaurant as a line cook.
There was this sexy bartender, she was 37, married - her name was Janet. She would take her rings off before her shift, she said guys tipped her more if they thought she was single.
She was always flirting with me, had this sultry way of walking and would brush past me and then look over her shoulder at me to catch me staring, give me a wink and smile.
One day I was prepping for the dinner rush, she came behind me and slapped my ass. I was so shocked. She grinned and sauntered away casually.
Near closing that night I gathered my courage and told her that it wasn't fair she could paw at me and I couldn't get her back. She slowly bent over, wagged her butt at me and locked eyes. I cracked her ass. Just once.
That was it. It was ON after that. The next week was so much fun. We flirted, met in the restroom for quick make-out sessions, she would brush her lips near my ear when no one was looking.
We decided we would have sex. I was 19, and while I had my own place it was a dump and I didn't want her to see it. She was married so her place was off limits. Fine, we would fuck in the backseat of her Caddy.
Point of the story? The sex was awful. Really mind-blowing shockingly bad. All her sex appeal vanished, she simply lay there. I was on top of her, pumping away and she was like cardboard, like a mannequin. No movement, no kissing, no noises or smiling. Didn't touch me. Just this weird 1000-yard stare.
I learned then that you cannot judge a woman based on how she acts. It astonished me that someone with so much sex appeal could be so different in the act itself.
Now I know better, it's the quiet ones who are freaks in the sack ;
Not only was she married, but you were young enough to have been her son.
Ha! I've had twenty years to come up with all sorts of reasons
Could have been that, yes.
Also, for what it is worth...that was my first and last time I slept with a married woman, it kind of bothered me for a very long time after...still does. Karma is a bitch.
...it would of been better.
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20 years ago I was older than you are now so bite me!
Posted By: The_Lies_We_Tell
Twenty years ago when I was 19 (god, I just got so sad typing that - I'm getting so old) I was working at some average forgettable chain restaurant as a line cook.
There was this sexy bartender, she was 37, married - her name was Janet. She would take her rings off before her shift, she said guys tipped her more if they thought she was single.
She was always flirting with me, had this sultry way of walking and would brush past me and then look over her shoulder at me to catch me staring, give me a wink and smile.
One day I was prepping for the dinner rush, she came behind me and slapped my ass. I was so shocked. She grinned and sauntered away casually.
Near closing that night I gathered my courage and told her that it wasn't fair she could paw at me and I couldn't get her back. She slowly bent over, wagged her butt at me and locked eyes. I cracked her ass. Just once.
That was it. It was ON after that. The next week was so much fun. We flirted, met in the restroom for quick make-out sessions, she would brush her lips near my ear when no one was looking.
We decided we would have sex. I was 19, and while I had my own place it was a dump and I didn't want her to see it. She was married so her place was off limits. Fine, we would fuck in the backseat of her Caddy.
Point of the story? The sex was awful. Really mind-blowing shockingly bad. All her sex appeal vanished, she simply lay there. I was on top of her, pumping away and she was like cardboard, like a mannequin. No movement, no kissing, no noises or smiling. Didn't touch me. Just this weird 1000-yard stare.
I learned then that you cannot judge a woman based on how she acts. It astonished me that someone with so much sex appeal could be so different in the act itself.
Now I know better, it's the quiet ones who are freaks in the sack
She was married so that's how she knew how to have sex.
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For some reason, I am just tuned in to my sense of smell when I'm around a girl. And if she's got too much perfume, maybe a little body odor ur just sort of a scent to her ... can't explain it but it can be a deal-breaker for me. If I don't like the way she smells, then no amount of physical hotness can overcome. She also can't have short hair. One time I met a totally hot chick for lunch and couldn't get over how much better she would look with longer hair.
I'm just weird that way.
Yes. The tone of the womens voice.
Or when she started to laugh and it was snorts like a pig
The snorting would be a turnoff because Steve Urkel would pop up in my head
I only say this because if he ends up with a bad personality or the sex is bad I don't get an envelope at the end of the night. There has been a few times that I kept searching for the envelope and it never appeared.
Andrea
but that was way before the internet and TER, and back then if you got a so-so session, that was pretty good, so they weren't really big let downs as I wasn't expecting too much to start with.
As for a big let down, I can't say I've ever had a real big let down in the internet era. There was one disappointment that stands out only because I had real high hopes for the gal. She had a dynamite site with tons of very sexy photos. The feeling I got is that she would be a scintillating date in every way, and she was very high priced, though running a special as it was her first visit to Boston. I wasn't a TER VIP then, but her numerical scores (Believe it or not, back then the scores were visible to all.) were mostly 10s.
In reality she was just OK. Her body and looks were more of an 8 then a 10, and the performance was more of a 7. It was lack luster. We had dinner after the date, and as a conversationalist, she was about a 5.
I suppose if that's the worse, then I'm leading a fairly charmed life, thanks in so small part to TER
In college I had a date with a beautiful young woman I'd been eyeballing for weeks in the cafeteria. We were to go to the movies. I picked her up from her parents' home, and we talked as I drove. I've met tree stumps that were better conversationalists. She had to use the ladies room quickly, so I stopped at a large gas station/convenience store. The restrooms had male circle-and-arrow and female circle-and-cross symbols on the doors. She came back to ask me which was which. I took her home.
You left out the part where you fucked her ...
Posted By: donbecker54
In college I had a date with a beautiful young woman I'd been eyeballing for weeks in the cafeteria. We were to go to the movies. I picked her up from her parents' home, and we talked as I drove. I've met tree stumps that were better conversationalists. She had to use the ladies room quickly, so I stopped at a large gas station/convenience store. The restrooms had male circle-and-arrow and female circle-and-cross symbols on the doors. She came back to ask me which was which. I took her home.
Didn't happen. It would have meant hours more listening to inanities.
Hint: They can't talk with your cock it their mouth.
Posted By: donbecker54
Didn't happen. It would have meant hours more listening to inanities.
I was 25, she was 35, she was hot...and she was critical. She made me feel quite bad about my performance with her, and made it clear that it would never happen again. I had a 3 year dry spell after that experience.
Years ago, I was set up with a blind date. I arrived at "Suzy's" house, her father answered the door and said he would get her. I was shocked to see that Suzy had no legs, but she was very attractive. The father "handed" Suzy to me, and I carried her to the car.
Turns out we had great time together. I really liked her and back in the car we began to fool around. We were heading to making love, but because of her condition, it was difficult. Suzy said "I have an idea" pointing to a nearby tree "I can hang on to one of the lower branches to make it easier."
I agreed, and we did just that, and the sex was pretty good.
I carried her back to the car and drove her home. I carried her to the front door where the father met us. He asked me to wait a moment while he carried his daughter inside. I was worried that he "knew".
Returning, the father stepped outside, pulled out a fifty dollar bill and asked me to take it. I, feeling guilty, refused the money. The father pushed "Yes, take it, you must!". "No." I said "I don't want it!".
The father said;
"But I insist...most guys just leave her hanging in the tree.
the biggest letdown was when I booked an out-of-town provider and found her to be years older than her pics. Needless to say, even though she travels to my area from time to time, I have not seen her again.
