I confess that I had a lovely sexy young woman I've known for awhile come meet me for dinner while I was on a business trip. I spent three days prior coming up with all of the ways I would love to bed her beautiful body. When she arrived wearing a very low cut top that exposed a delicious cleavage and jeans I think she painted on, we had a great time drinking, letting the inhibitions down, opening up a bit. She was in a state that driving home was not a good idea, so she freely came back to my hotel room. She stood by the window that had a marvelous view of the city, and, in retrospect, was waiting for a first move. Unfortunately, something in my brain completely locked up in stupid mode. We continued to just talk, lying on the bed, she showed me her various tattoos, the one on her foot, at her waist, her bellybutton piercing, even one of her nipple piercings on her gorgeous breast, and STILL I just didn't get the hint. I very much wanted to kiss her, but the impetus to move just didn't happen! Eventually, she got frustrated (I can figure this out now having run the situtation through my head about a thousand times) and she went home.
It doesn't help that being married to a wonderful woman played into it. Fucking conscience. Has anyone else had such a situation or am I destined to feel like an idiot?
It doesn't help that being married to a wonderful woman played into it. Fucking conscience. Has anyone else had such a situation or am I destined to feel like an idiot?




