How many times have we all looked back on a chance meeting with a totally all enthralling sexually attractive person, or a known moment of weakness on the part of a friend or coworker and said to ourselves, "I really passed up a golden opportunity to have a great passionate and loving sexual experience" ?
I know that over my lifetime I have had scores of such opportunities that I was either too naive at the time or too focused on something else that I was doing to notice or realize that a woman (or women) were offering me her unconditional love (at least for a little while). It is for me usually years later that I realize it, but sometimes the stark realization is instantaneous as soon as the other person is gone from sight.
To get this thread going I will relate my one and only most unusual experience. For players and swingers this is probably pretty tame, but for a conservative, mature man in middle age who until recently had only had one sexual partner in 50 years, this was an extraordinary experience and opportunity.
I was working in Eastern Europe for a few years and had become comfortable with the culture and lifestyle of living alone in a nice downtown apartment in a major city of a new democracy and rapidly developing economy. The city was populated with the most extraordinarily gorgeous tall slim beautiful and fashionably attired women I have seen anywhere in the world (and I have been in over 60 countries on 5 continents); young women outnumber the men about 7 to 5; educated women dream of marrying foreign men to escape their country of birth and the bleak prospects of being treated as an equal by men or society and with little chance of a career in business or management. A recent female acquaintance of mine invited me to meet her for dinner and drinks on winter evening. I had briefly met her only a few weeks before at a memorial dinner to honor a late colleague of mine. I was looking forward to having a nice private first date with her and learning much more about this very attractive young woman who was as tall as me - six feet (183CM) slender, shapely, beautiful, intellually my equal, and educated in the US via Fullbright scholarship. I am in my 50s and seldom can find anything in common with such young women - they tend to be air-heads in my opinion - no sense of history, or worldliness, and with little appreciation for classical music or art. So I was really looking forward to a stimulating evening alone with an intellectually and sexually attractive woman. When I met her at the appointed time and rondezvous point, she told me there had been a change in plans and a friend of hers had invited us to a small party at her house, which was nearby and within walking distance, after which we would go to dinner. I cautiously followed her to the friends house, not really sure if this was legitimate or not, always wary of scams and muggings in this part of the world. We entered the house and were greeted by an equally beautiful woman in her early to mid thirties, who also spoke American English who just bubbled over with sexual allure. She served us drinks and we three began talking and getting to know each other. She was an actress and executive producer of a highly acclaimed movie winning international awards. My original escort was an international investment banker and former fashion model. They had been roomates in the US while both were getting masters degrees at a prestigeous university. Soon another attractive young woman in her early thirties arrived and joined in the discussion and another round of drinks. She is an investigative journalist - a dangerous profession in this part of the world. Her English was stilted with a strong accent from London and the local national dialect, but perfectly spoken and understandable. So now I am having drinks and lounging on cushions scattered about the floor of a partially darkened apartment with three gorgeous and very interesting younger women. After an hour or two, the hostess suggested we all go to a local ethnic restaraurant of which I was fond of eating. I figured they had set me up to pay for them to have a nice dinner on me, but what the heck, I was really enjoying their company! When we arrived at the nearby restaurant, there was another beautiful woman and friend of theirs waiting for us too. She a muscian in the national symphony orchestra - a violinist with a great personality and matching body that just beckened to men and women alike. So now I am having dinner with four beautiful women and really having a good time. I do not often go out in the winter and this evening is proving to be extraordinary already. Now it becomes apparent from the conversation and body language that the last woman who joined us and the news journalist have some sort of mutual sexual relationship, but my local linguistic capabilities are limited, so I am not sure if they are lesbians or bisexual. It did not matter to me, except my real date was now sitting two chairs over from me and I was not able to do much more than occassionally join in the conversations that she and the other women are now having in their own language, (but being courteous enough to frequently inform me in English of what they are talking about). Still, it is a wonderful evening of listening, learning, laughing and getting acquainted with four beautiful intelligent local women 20 years or more my junior. My favorite local red wine and great cuisine makes the time pass quickly. As I am eating, I notice more than a few times that I am being touched by hands and legs under the table on my legs and that the women on either side of me rub their thighs, hips, arms, and shoulders on me as the evening progresses and are heavily flirting with me. The conversation often returns to the subject of sex and how they find American men so much more attractive than their local variety - primarily because of our respectful and well mannered treatment of women as equals and not property or slaves. The two who have lived in the US tell the others that young American males their age are not too good at making love, failing to focus on pleasing their sex partner in favor of pleasing themselves. They say most American men in their 20s and 30s just want to "get in, get off, and get out." They all express interest in "what it would be like to make love to an experienced mature American man," looking me straight in the eye and smiling or winking all the time they say that. I think I must have had a hard on for at least two hours before we finally agreed we were all done and I asked for the check. The women all protested! They insisted that I was their guest and that they had to pay for dinner and the three bottles of wine. But I countered their demands and told them all southerns were taught by their mothers that the gentleman always pays for the lady. Besides, I knew I made more money per month than most of them made all year. So I took the check to the waiter and paid to prevent them from snatching the bill from my hands. I do not think any of them noticed that I had a boner as I awkwardly walked up to the bar cashier. It was now about 11pm. I figured that I had had an exciting and unusual evening that was quite enjoyable and that I would walk my date back to her car. But little did I know that our hostess had other plans. When I got back to the table, she thanked me, gave me a big wet kiss, and told me that we were all going to a new piano bar that had recently opened and that unlike the discos in the city, this one did not have lots of teenages and 20 somethings, but catered to a more mature crowd over 30. Each of the women in turn gave me the customary kiss on each cheek and hugged me in appreciation for my financial contribution to the night's activities. As we walked outside it was sleeting, snowing, raining and really miserable weather. So we all piled into a nearby taxi, with me sitting between three women in the back seat and the hostess in front with the cabby directing him to the piano bar. The short skirts and long slender legs, as well as the low cut dresses, ample breasts, and delicious scent of mixed perfumes of my companions in such close quarters was intoxicating. We were all in jovial spirits and the girls were getting rather free with their hands and lips as well. I received kisses on my cheeks from both sides and was holding hands with all three at once (one hand top and one on bottom of my right hand). When we arrived, the hostess paid the taxi driver and the guy gave me a big grin and greeting of good luck in the local language. As we went inside, there was a big line of people waiting at the reception desk and I could tell this place required reservations. But my hostess led the way through the crowd to the front of the reception desk where two armed security guards about the size of a Ugandan guerilla stood blocking out path. She said something to them and they let the five of us pass. Inside, the place was packed. Every table was taken and there were people surrounding the grand piano which doubled as a bar. But in the middle of the room - nearest to the piano and entertainers - were two gorgeous women standing and waving to us as we walked in - motioning for us to come to their table where there actually was room for 5 left and a reserved sign on the table. It seems these two beautiful women were also film actresses and friends of my hostess and they had arranged for the table well in advance of our coming. The piano player and two accompanyists were playing popular American music and local pop music as well, were doing it quite well, singing mostly Billy Joel, Frank Sinatra, and movie themes that had the local people all swaying and dancing. I did not even get a chance to sit down before one of the women asked me to dance. Actually two at once did so, so I accepted and we three started dancing something like 60s or 70s style. Soon two of the other women in our now party of 7 (six gorgeous women in their late 20s or early 30s and me) were up dancing nearby also. And they flirted with me with their bodies and soon I found myself dancing in the middle of four women. They liked the way I danced and I was going crazy watching their perfect bodies gyrate to the beat of the popular songs. One of the women, our hostess was so incredibly sensual and sexual in all of her movements that even the other women were noticing her. I leaned over and told her with no uncertainty in my voice that she had to be the sexiest woman on earth. She just smiled and somehow turned it up a notch more, undulating like Shakira or a serpent of devilish love. The other two women felt left out and joined us too. Now I had six women dancing in a close circle around me and every eye in the place was on me and my harem. The men who were at the other tables looked to be in their 40s-60s and were filled with envy and what was even more surprising to me, their escorts who generally were much younger and very beautiful women in their 30s were intently watching me dance with these talented and very sexy 6 women. My real date for the evening seemed to be a bit overpowered and outnumbered by her friends and I was concerned that she was getting upset with the situation. But I was having so much fun and loved the attention I was getting. I went to talk to her but with the music and noise of the crowd we could hardly communicate. She was not angry or upset she said, just tired, it was now about 3 AM. I had been dancing non-stop for about 3 and half hours and had not even realized it, other than being hot and sweaty from the exercise. My libido was really charged up. When she sat down along with one of the other women, as I was dancing very close to my hostess the actress-producer, first one very attractive woman and then another, complete strangers to me, came up and asked me to dance with them. I asked my harem if it was ok and they said sure, they needed a break and drink anyway. The first woman, a gorgeous little redhead with long trusses and a dynamite body was sooo hot and immediately rubbing herself up against my crotch and her mons, so much that I nearly shot my wad right through my pants. As that song ended and she headed back to her table toward an angry looking man that could have been one of the local mafia bosses, she slipped something into my pocket. I felt it but did not look while being killed by the guy's eye daggers. Fortunately the second woman I mentioned arrived just in time to block his and my vision of the other person - she was tall, blond, buxom, and eager too. God could she dance! Oh I was watching a thing of sheer beauty, artistry in motion. And she had everything in motion, too. Then the song changed to a slow dance and she clung to me and moved fluidly as an experienced ballroom dancer. While holding me tight she wispered something in my ear and gave me kiss on my neck as she shoved something into my front pocket. These two women had attracted the attention of my hostess and she returned to remind me that I already had 6 dates for the evening with whom I owed more dances. I watched out of the corner of my eye as this gorgeous blond creature also strutted confidently to the table of another angry looking middle aged man who was now sending me death wishes via laser cannons shooting out of his eyes. Since I was speaking in a loud voice to be heard, and it was in English, I figure the local guys must have thought I was some rich businessman or important diplomat who was investing money in their country and able to afford having a harem of sexy women surround me like Hugh Hefner. Anyway, no one outwardly was offensive so far, but I did not want to press my luck. Besides, it was now past 4AM and I was starting to slowdown. But my adrenaline and libido were still quite alert and active. I was having a wonderful, fairytale time with these great companions of mine. When I went back to the table to get a drink, my real date, who I really never got to talk to alone and did not know much more about her now than I had before the evening, told me she really was tired and needed to go home. She said it in such a way that I knew she meant it and that it definitely was not an invitation to go home with her. I got the hint and gathered our coats and said my goodbyes to the ladies, having two of them already giving me their business cards, as well as my original date's contact information, and while they stayed there we got in a cab and I took her home. We said our farewell and I told her I hoped to see her again and was disappointed that the two of us had not had any time alone together. She seemed a bit aloof but gave me a kiss on the cheek and hug before she got out of the taxi and said for me to call her the next afternoon - Sunday and we might go to a movie together. I told her I was looking forward to it. As I was sitting in the taxi alone, I pulled two crumpled business cards out of my pockets from the two ladies who danced with me from across the room. Both had their cell phones written in pen on the back. I put them back in my pants and paid for the cab when I arrived home. Of course, I got ripped off by the taxi driver who had a phony accelerated meter. So about 5AM I got back to my place a little poorer but certainly much richer in friendly sexually attractive women to choose from, and just crashed after taking off my clothes. About noon I awoke to the telephone call of my original date, who asked if I wanted to go to lunch and a movie with her. I said sure and we met, had a great time together, in what soon became a regular practice of either going to the cinema or to a jazz or symphony concert in winter and out exploring the country on weekends in the spring and summer. She and I became great friends and companions and still are, despite my living in another country and about 12 hours drive away from one another.
Now for the rest of the story. I figured I had it made, 6 gorgeous, sexy, fun to be with women who all alredy liked me, plus two complete strangers who looked hot enough to fry eggs on their ass or breasts who braved jealous men to secretly give me their numbers. I fantasized about having sex with all of them either one at a time or all together. After all two of the women already had some kind of sexual relationship and surely they would be happy to share me in a delicious threesome. Eight sexy women all interested in me! I was on top of the world. I had the business cards for five of the eight and assumed since they were alll friends that I could easily get the contact info from the other ones about the other 3. Best of all they seemed agreeable to sharing me with one another.
Was I ever wrong! First of all, I overslept Monday morning and rushed out of the house to get to work on time. Mondays my cleaning lady came to clean the house and my clothes. My pants with the business cards in the pockets went through the wash. Oh no! Oh yes! The paper was melted into little white pieces of dried confetti. When I asked my one known contact what was her friends' email address, (I said I was going to send them a thank you note for the great time we had), she did not know! In fact, she only knew our hostess until that night and had never before met the other women. She did not have anything other than the cell phone number of her former roommate and said she did not feel comfortable giving me the number. Well, she did call the woman who had been our hostess, the one I called the Sexiest Woman on Earth, who told her it was ok to give me her number. I arranged to meet her at a local bar a few nights later and we had a few drinks and talked, but she seemed really distant and nothing like she had been the week before. As I found out from our mutual friend, she had just discovered that weekend after we met that she was pregnant and was not sure of who was the father, since she had 2-3 steady intimate boyfriends. So I stopped pursuing her and she was more interested in cornering one of her existing lovers than she was in starting anything new with me, thank goodness. We both lost touch with her soon after, as she left the country with the boyfriend from Holland to have her baby. So after having 8 hot prospects, I was back to only one, who was a great friend, but platonic companion for the next three years. As it turned out, I did eventually run into one of the other women, about two years later, the violinist. Yes, we DID make so especially sweet music together but her husband did not really approve of our relationship. LOL. But I never found out about the other women. So my opportunties with them were lost and gone forever.
Still, I have the vivid and pleasant memory of having been the idol of 6 gorgeous women with whom I had a simultaneous date and danced the night away. Not too many men can say they have had that experience....
I know that over my lifetime I have had scores of such opportunities that I was either too naive at the time or too focused on something else that I was doing to notice or realize that a woman (or women) were offering me her unconditional love (at least for a little while). It is for me usually years later that I realize it, but sometimes the stark realization is instantaneous as soon as the other person is gone from sight.
To get this thread going I will relate my one and only most unusual experience. For players and swingers this is probably pretty tame, but for a conservative, mature man in middle age who until recently had only had one sexual partner in 50 years, this was an extraordinary experience and opportunity.
I was working in Eastern Europe for a few years and had become comfortable with the culture and lifestyle of living alone in a nice downtown apartment in a major city of a new democracy and rapidly developing economy. The city was populated with the most extraordinarily gorgeous tall slim beautiful and fashionably attired women I have seen anywhere in the world (and I have been in over 60 countries on 5 continents); young women outnumber the men about 7 to 5; educated women dream of marrying foreign men to escape their country of birth and the bleak prospects of being treated as an equal by men or society and with little chance of a career in business or management. A recent female acquaintance of mine invited me to meet her for dinner and drinks on winter evening. I had briefly met her only a few weeks before at a memorial dinner to honor a late colleague of mine. I was looking forward to having a nice private first date with her and learning much more about this very attractive young woman who was as tall as me - six feet (183CM) slender, shapely, beautiful, intellually my equal, and educated in the US via Fullbright scholarship. I am in my 50s and seldom can find anything in common with such young women - they tend to be air-heads in my opinion - no sense of history, or worldliness, and with little appreciation for classical music or art. So I was really looking forward to a stimulating evening alone with an intellectually and sexually attractive woman. When I met her at the appointed time and rondezvous point, she told me there had been a change in plans and a friend of hers had invited us to a small party at her house, which was nearby and within walking distance, after which we would go to dinner. I cautiously followed her to the friends house, not really sure if this was legitimate or not, always wary of scams and muggings in this part of the world. We entered the house and were greeted by an equally beautiful woman in her early to mid thirties, who also spoke American English who just bubbled over with sexual allure. She served us drinks and we three began talking and getting to know each other. She was an actress and executive producer of a highly acclaimed movie winning international awards. My original escort was an international investment banker and former fashion model. They had been roomates in the US while both were getting masters degrees at a prestigeous university. Soon another attractive young woman in her early thirties arrived and joined in the discussion and another round of drinks. She is an investigative journalist - a dangerous profession in this part of the world. Her English was stilted with a strong accent from London and the local national dialect, but perfectly spoken and understandable. So now I am having drinks and lounging on cushions scattered about the floor of a partially darkened apartment with three gorgeous and very interesting younger women. After an hour or two, the hostess suggested we all go to a local ethnic restaraurant of which I was fond of eating. I figured they had set me up to pay for them to have a nice dinner on me, but what the heck, I was really enjoying their company! When we arrived at the nearby restaurant, there was another beautiful woman and friend of theirs waiting for us too. She a muscian in the national symphony orchestra - a violinist with a great personality and matching body that just beckened to men and women alike. So now I am having dinner with four beautiful women and really having a good time. I do not often go out in the winter and this evening is proving to be extraordinary already. Now it becomes apparent from the conversation and body language that the last woman who joined us and the news journalist have some sort of mutual sexual relationship, but my local linguistic capabilities are limited, so I am not sure if they are lesbians or bisexual. It did not matter to me, except my real date was now sitting two chairs over from me and I was not able to do much more than occassionally join in the conversations that she and the other women are now having in their own language, (but being courteous enough to frequently inform me in English of what they are talking about). Still, it is a wonderful evening of listening, learning, laughing and getting acquainted with four beautiful intelligent local women 20 years or more my junior. My favorite local red wine and great cuisine makes the time pass quickly. As I am eating, I notice more than a few times that I am being touched by hands and legs under the table on my legs and that the women on either side of me rub their thighs, hips, arms, and shoulders on me as the evening progresses and are heavily flirting with me. The conversation often returns to the subject of sex and how they find American men so much more attractive than their local variety - primarily because of our respectful and well mannered treatment of women as equals and not property or slaves. The two who have lived in the US tell the others that young American males their age are not too good at making love, failing to focus on pleasing their sex partner in favor of pleasing themselves. They say most American men in their 20s and 30s just want to "get in, get off, and get out." They all express interest in "what it would be like to make love to an experienced mature American man," looking me straight in the eye and smiling or winking all the time they say that. I think I must have had a hard on for at least two hours before we finally agreed we were all done and I asked for the check. The women all protested! They insisted that I was their guest and that they had to pay for dinner and the three bottles of wine. But I countered their demands and told them all southerns were taught by their mothers that the gentleman always pays for the lady. Besides, I knew I made more money per month than most of them made all year. So I took the check to the waiter and paid to prevent them from snatching the bill from my hands. I do not think any of them noticed that I had a boner as I awkwardly walked up to the bar cashier. It was now about 11pm. I figured that I had had an exciting and unusual evening that was quite enjoyable and that I would walk my date back to her car. But little did I know that our hostess had other plans. When I got back to the table, she thanked me, gave me a big wet kiss, and told me that we were all going to a new piano bar that had recently opened and that unlike the discos in the city, this one did not have lots of teenages and 20 somethings, but catered to a more mature crowd over 30. Each of the women in turn gave me the customary kiss on each cheek and hugged me in appreciation for my financial contribution to the night's activities. As we walked outside it was sleeting, snowing, raining and really miserable weather. So we all piled into a nearby taxi, with me sitting between three women in the back seat and the hostess in front with the cabby directing him to the piano bar. The short skirts and long slender legs, as well as the low cut dresses, ample breasts, and delicious scent of mixed perfumes of my companions in such close quarters was intoxicating. We were all in jovial spirits and the girls were getting rather free with their hands and lips as well. I received kisses on my cheeks from both sides and was holding hands with all three at once (one hand top and one on bottom of my right hand). When we arrived, the hostess paid the taxi driver and the guy gave me a big grin and greeting of good luck in the local language. As we went inside, there was a big line of people waiting at the reception desk and I could tell this place required reservations. But my hostess led the way through the crowd to the front of the reception desk where two armed security guards about the size of a Ugandan guerilla stood blocking out path. She said something to them and they let the five of us pass. Inside, the place was packed. Every table was taken and there were people surrounding the grand piano which doubled as a bar. But in the middle of the room - nearest to the piano and entertainers - were two gorgeous women standing and waving to us as we walked in - motioning for us to come to their table where there actually was room for 5 left and a reserved sign on the table. It seems these two beautiful women were also film actresses and friends of my hostess and they had arranged for the table well in advance of our coming. The piano player and two accompanyists were playing popular American music and local pop music as well, were doing it quite well, singing mostly Billy Joel, Frank Sinatra, and movie themes that had the local people all swaying and dancing. I did not even get a chance to sit down before one of the women asked me to dance. Actually two at once did so, so I accepted and we three started dancing something like 60s or 70s style. Soon two of the other women in our now party of 7 (six gorgeous women in their late 20s or early 30s and me) were up dancing nearby also. And they flirted with me with their bodies and soon I found myself dancing in the middle of four women. They liked the way I danced and I was going crazy watching their perfect bodies gyrate to the beat of the popular songs. One of the women, our hostess was so incredibly sensual and sexual in all of her movements that even the other women were noticing her. I leaned over and told her with no uncertainty in my voice that she had to be the sexiest woman on earth. She just smiled and somehow turned it up a notch more, undulating like Shakira or a serpent of devilish love. The other two women felt left out and joined us too. Now I had six women dancing in a close circle around me and every eye in the place was on me and my harem. The men who were at the other tables looked to be in their 40s-60s and were filled with envy and what was even more surprising to me, their escorts who generally were much younger and very beautiful women in their 30s were intently watching me dance with these talented and very sexy 6 women. My real date for the evening seemed to be a bit overpowered and outnumbered by her friends and I was concerned that she was getting upset with the situation. But I was having so much fun and loved the attention I was getting. I went to talk to her but with the music and noise of the crowd we could hardly communicate. She was not angry or upset she said, just tired, it was now about 3 AM. I had been dancing non-stop for about 3 and half hours and had not even realized it, other than being hot and sweaty from the exercise. My libido was really charged up. When she sat down along with one of the other women, as I was dancing very close to my hostess the actress-producer, first one very attractive woman and then another, complete strangers to me, came up and asked me to dance with them. I asked my harem if it was ok and they said sure, they needed a break and drink anyway. The first woman, a gorgeous little redhead with long trusses and a dynamite body was sooo hot and immediately rubbing herself up against my crotch and her mons, so much that I nearly shot my wad right through my pants. As that song ended and she headed back to her table toward an angry looking man that could have been one of the local mafia bosses, she slipped something into my pocket. I felt it but did not look while being killed by the guy's eye daggers. Fortunately the second woman I mentioned arrived just in time to block his and my vision of the other person - she was tall, blond, buxom, and eager too. God could she dance! Oh I was watching a thing of sheer beauty, artistry in motion. And she had everything in motion, too. Then the song changed to a slow dance and she clung to me and moved fluidly as an experienced ballroom dancer. While holding me tight she wispered something in my ear and gave me kiss on my neck as she shoved something into my front pocket. These two women had attracted the attention of my hostess and she returned to remind me that I already had 6 dates for the evening with whom I owed more dances. I watched out of the corner of my eye as this gorgeous blond creature also strutted confidently to the table of another angry looking middle aged man who was now sending me death wishes via laser cannons shooting out of his eyes. Since I was speaking in a loud voice to be heard, and it was in English, I figure the local guys must have thought I was some rich businessman or important diplomat who was investing money in their country and able to afford having a harem of sexy women surround me like Hugh Hefner. Anyway, no one outwardly was offensive so far, but I did not want to press my luck. Besides, it was now past 4AM and I was starting to slowdown. But my adrenaline and libido were still quite alert and active. I was having a wonderful, fairytale time with these great companions of mine. When I went back to the table to get a drink, my real date, who I really never got to talk to alone and did not know much more about her now than I had before the evening, told me she really was tired and needed to go home. She said it in such a way that I knew she meant it and that it definitely was not an invitation to go home with her. I got the hint and gathered our coats and said my goodbyes to the ladies, having two of them already giving me their business cards, as well as my original date's contact information, and while they stayed there we got in a cab and I took her home. We said our farewell and I told her I hoped to see her again and was disappointed that the two of us had not had any time alone together. She seemed a bit aloof but gave me a kiss on the cheek and hug before she got out of the taxi and said for me to call her the next afternoon - Sunday and we might go to a movie together. I told her I was looking forward to it. As I was sitting in the taxi alone, I pulled two crumpled business cards out of my pockets from the two ladies who danced with me from across the room. Both had their cell phones written in pen on the back. I put them back in my pants and paid for the cab when I arrived home. Of course, I got ripped off by the taxi driver who had a phony accelerated meter. So about 5AM I got back to my place a little poorer but certainly much richer in friendly sexually attractive women to choose from, and just crashed after taking off my clothes. About noon I awoke to the telephone call of my original date, who asked if I wanted to go to lunch and a movie with her. I said sure and we met, had a great time together, in what soon became a regular practice of either going to the cinema or to a jazz or symphony concert in winter and out exploring the country on weekends in the spring and summer. She and I became great friends and companions and still are, despite my living in another country and about 12 hours drive away from one another.
Now for the rest of the story. I figured I had it made, 6 gorgeous, sexy, fun to be with women who all alredy liked me, plus two complete strangers who looked hot enough to fry eggs on their ass or breasts who braved jealous men to secretly give me their numbers. I fantasized about having sex with all of them either one at a time or all together. After all two of the women already had some kind of sexual relationship and surely they would be happy to share me in a delicious threesome. Eight sexy women all interested in me! I was on top of the world. I had the business cards for five of the eight and assumed since they were alll friends that I could easily get the contact info from the other ones about the other 3. Best of all they seemed agreeable to sharing me with one another.
Was I ever wrong! First of all, I overslept Monday morning and rushed out of the house to get to work on time. Mondays my cleaning lady came to clean the house and my clothes. My pants with the business cards in the pockets went through the wash. Oh no! Oh yes! The paper was melted into little white pieces of dried confetti. When I asked my one known contact what was her friends' email address, (I said I was going to send them a thank you note for the great time we had), she did not know! In fact, she only knew our hostess until that night and had never before met the other women. She did not have anything other than the cell phone number of her former roommate and said she did not feel comfortable giving me the number. Well, she did call the woman who had been our hostess, the one I called the Sexiest Woman on Earth, who told her it was ok to give me her number. I arranged to meet her at a local bar a few nights later and we had a few drinks and talked, but she seemed really distant and nothing like she had been the week before. As I found out from our mutual friend, she had just discovered that weekend after we met that she was pregnant and was not sure of who was the father, since she had 2-3 steady intimate boyfriends. So I stopped pursuing her and she was more interested in cornering one of her existing lovers than she was in starting anything new with me, thank goodness. We both lost touch with her soon after, as she left the country with the boyfriend from Holland to have her baby. So after having 8 hot prospects, I was back to only one, who was a great friend, but platonic companion for the next three years. As it turned out, I did eventually run into one of the other women, about two years later, the violinist. Yes, we DID make so especially sweet music together but her husband did not really approve of our relationship. LOL. But I never found out about the other women. So my opportunties with them were lost and gone forever.
Still, I have the vivid and pleasant memory of having been the idol of 6 gorgeous women with whom I had a simultaneous date and danced the night away. Not too many men can say they have had that experience....
