GIRL 3 ~Leggy Private Eye Girl
She was tall, slender and blonde. The kind of girl who walks into the bar and turns every male head in the place. She was a private eye. There were signs of age in the lines around her face, but they looked extremely sexy, and I wanted her.
But the conversation was boring. I couldn't seem to steer us toward anything interesting. She wouldn't say a word about her previous relationships. It was clear to me that she didn't like me, which was fine. I paid the stupidly expensive dinner bill and walked her to her car.
She reached up, snaked her arms around me and pulled me into a deep kiss, her tongue exploring mine, her mouth open and receptive, luring me deeper insider her. I felt that kiss all the way down to my toes. My heart pounded with desire. The second I reached for her breast, she pulled away, smiled, got into her car and roared off.
I stood there in the moonlight, blinking.
I asked her out on a second date. My first second!
But the Cuban restaurant, though beautiful, made me want to fall asleep in my plate. The woman was so…damned…boring!
Afterward, we went to a bar where she had to take photographs of a set of stairs someone fell down, and I did guard duty while she clicked away, the bouncer distracted. You'd think it would be exciting to go on an actual surveillance mission with a private eye girl, but even that was boring.
By date's end I was finished with her. At her car door, she pulled me into the second blood-boiling kiss. I kissed her back, but after she drove off, I spit on the pavement. Goddamned cock tease. I thought they'd gone out of style in tenth grade. Apparently I'd been wrong.
She was tall, slender and blonde. The kind of girl who walks into the bar and turns every male head in the place. She was a private eye. There were signs of age in the lines around her face, but they looked extremely sexy, and I wanted her.
But the conversation was boring. I couldn't seem to steer us toward anything interesting. She wouldn't say a word about her previous relationships. It was clear to me that she didn't like me, which was fine. I paid the stupidly expensive dinner bill and walked her to her car.
She reached up, snaked her arms around me and pulled me into a deep kiss, her tongue exploring mine, her mouth open and receptive, luring me deeper insider her. I felt that kiss all the way down to my toes. My heart pounded with desire. The second I reached for her breast, she pulled away, smiled, got into her car and roared off.
I stood there in the moonlight, blinking.
I asked her out on a second date. My first second!
But the Cuban restaurant, though beautiful, made me want to fall asleep in my plate. The woman was so…damned…boring!
Afterward, we went to a bar where she had to take photographs of a set of stairs someone fell down, and I did guard duty while she clicked away, the bouncer distracted. You'd think it would be exciting to go on an actual surveillance mission with a private eye girl, but even that was boring.
By date's end I was finished with her. At her car door, she pulled me into the second blood-boiling kiss. I kissed her back, but after she drove off, I spit on the pavement. Goddamned cock tease. I thought they'd gone out of style in tenth grade. Apparently I'd been wrong.