From mini golf to my apartment [MF] (Long)

The night started simple enough, a second date with Jessica, on a nice summer night, going mini golfing and still just getting to know each other. She was a cute blonde, short, a former swimmer with strong shoulders, a tight body, and small but perky tits I had yet to feel. And her short summer sundress clung to her just right. Nothing to this point in our conversations made think that would change on a second date.

Mini golf was fine enough, fun, though I couldn’t tell you who won or lost. Afterwards, she sat chatting before I suggested we head out. She had a roommate, I did not; so we went back to my place to watch a movie and have a few drinks. Well, maybe this night can get interesting…

We definitely started watching a movie, and definitely had a few drinks, but we didn’t make it very far. I started with a hand on a bare thigh, sliding higher, seeing how far she was willing to let me go. And clearly there was no limit. As I brushed against her underwear I could feel she was already wet, and in doing so it’s like I hit a switch. The kissing became hot and heavy, hands grabbing every…mine grabbing her ass, her grabbing for my belt, and yanking my shirt over my head.

Why I love Florida Girls… [MF]

This may be my favorite experience ever….

I was away for work, two weeks on the Florida Gulf Coast, in November, coming from the Northeast. I can deal with that. The first week was a long work week, but at least my hotel was near bars and restaurants.

It’s my second Tuesday there – an uneventful day, so I went to a nearby bar for dinner and a few drinks. I’m minding my own business when two girls sit down next to me. We start chatting, and it ends up the one sitting directly next to me, Katie, is an early 20s college girl. Soon her friend departs, and the flirting gets heavier…touching, laughing, you know the deal. She suggests another bar nearby, and after another drink or two there, we end up back at my hotel next to the pool.

And this is where the fun begins…

We begin with a kiss, which leads to hands roaming, and tongues dancing. I slide my hand over her firm chest, realizing for the first time they’re not real (as if I care). She whispers in my eye “you’re bad”, and I take that as a queue to head to my room.