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I got there early and requested a booth. I ordered a beer and some bread, I was starving, about to pass out. It seemed there were lots of hot girls in there that day. I thought I saw Connie come in and sit at the bar. Wow. She was pretty, as pretty as she was in her photo, and then some. I went to bring her to the booth, hoping she would dig me.
We had a handshake.
"Screw that," I said, giving her a big hug. If she can't take a hug, she doesn't dig me enough.
I led her over to our table.
We small talked a bit. She has one brother, one sister and lives five miles from her parents. She got pregnant and had a kid out of wedlock ten years ago, and is a single mother with a thriving career in medical technology. She has beautiful hazel eyes and a nearly perfect nose. I am a divorced, depressed, semi-nerdy wannabe writer, who'se sick of the corporate scene, with no kids. She had the fried chicken salad; I had a bacon cheddar burger and fries. I hoped she would want to continue the evening after the meal. She did.
We decided to walk around Old Town Conyers. As we walked I put my arm around her and told her how hot she was. SHe said since she lost weight from her gastric bypass, she's not used to being told things like that. Later she sidled up next to me and silently placed her hand in mine. We had a hug and a kiss in the little coi pond by the pavillion in Old Town.
We went to the whistle stop cafe, a bar and grill type place with a few bikers for color. She had three chardonnays. I had 4 or 5 1$ Pabst Blue Ribbon. Heineken? Fuck that shit. The wine affected her greatly, due to her gastric bypass, something about sugar absorption. We were all over each other, french kissing, and fondling each other. She rubbed my mini crotch tent. Other diners stared. She LOVED it.
After a brief logistics discussion, we decided a hotel room would be best, my apartment was 30 miles away, and her kid and live in babysitter were at her place. Hampton Inn had no rooms. Laquinta Inn had no rooms. Ramada Inn had a room. We did it in a few positions: missionary, doggy, her on top. She sucked me. We had another session around 5 in the morning. She had great big round nipples.
She went home for a couple hours to pretend she had come home late, and was just getting up, to see her son and make sure all was cool. Then she came back to the hotel, where I had slept a little more and showered. We checked out and went to Cracker Barrell. She saw the morally upright scout master there. She's a den leader.
After breakfast we went to The Monastery grounds. It's a real monastery. We held each other silently on bench in a grove of trees by the duck pond. She had always gone there, even as a girl. They used to raise peacocks in a large pen nearby that was now grown over with weeds and small trees.
It was cold and I wanted to get home. This had been a long first date! One thing I remember from the night before was she had said when she gets married, she will never leave that person.
On my way home, I saw I had a missed call from Suzan.
We had a handshake.
"Screw that," I said, giving her a big hug. If she can't take a hug, she doesn't dig me enough.
I led her over to our table.
We small talked a bit. She has one brother, one sister and lives five miles from her parents. She got pregnant and had a kid out of wedlock ten years ago, and is a single mother with a thriving career in medical technology. She has beautiful hazel eyes and a nearly perfect nose. I am a divorced, depressed, semi-nerdy wannabe writer, who'se sick of the corporate scene, with no kids. She had the fried chicken salad; I had a bacon cheddar burger and fries. I hoped she would want to continue the evening after the meal. She did.
We decided to walk around Old Town Conyers. As we walked I put my arm around her and told her how hot she was. SHe said since she lost weight from her gastric bypass, she's not used to being told things like that. Later she sidled up next to me and silently placed her hand in mine. We had a hug and a kiss in the little coi pond by the pavillion in Old Town.
We went to the whistle stop cafe, a bar and grill type place with a few bikers for color. She had three chardonnays. I had 4 or 5 1$ Pabst Blue Ribbon. Heineken? Fuck that shit. The wine affected her greatly, due to her gastric bypass, something about sugar absorption. We were all over each other, french kissing, and fondling each other. She rubbed my mini crotch tent. Other diners stared. She LOVED it.
After a brief logistics discussion, we decided a hotel room would be best, my apartment was 30 miles away, and her kid and live in babysitter were at her place. Hampton Inn had no rooms. Laquinta Inn had no rooms. Ramada Inn had a room. We did it in a few positions: missionary, doggy, her on top. She sucked me. We had another session around 5 in the morning. She had great big round nipples.
She went home for a couple hours to pretend she had come home late, and was just getting up, to see her son and make sure all was cool. Then she came back to the hotel, where I had slept a little more and showered. We checked out and went to Cracker Barrell. She saw the morally upright scout master there. She's a den leader.
After breakfast we went to The Monastery grounds. It's a real monastery. We held each other silently on bench in a grove of trees by the duck pond. She had always gone there, even as a girl. They used to raise peacocks in a large pen nearby that was now grown over with weeds and small trees.
It was cold and I wanted to get home. This had been a long first date! One thing I remember from the night before was she had said when she gets married, she will never leave that person.
On my way home, I saw I had a missed call from Suzan.
