She came to Olympia on the train and hung out with a friend until it was time for me to come fetch her for dinner. Â She and I drove downtown together, her friend came separately (she wanted to get to know me better, Ruby has friends who watch out for her). Â We had dinner at a cool Italian place (Al Forno). Â It was nice, really nice. Â I felt really comfortable and relaxed with Ruby, and her friend (had met her before). We shared good food and talked about all kinds of things, I donâ€™t even remember all of it now. Â But it was good.
After dinner, we said goodbye to her friends and then strolled down to the QB (Quality Burrito). Â I wanted to show her some of my favorite places in Olympia, places I hang out at and enjoy. Â We had a drink at QB before continuing on to the BroHo (Brotherhood), which is the bar I am most commonly found at, if Iâ€™m to be found at a bar. Â Weâ€™d been flirting and kissing and touching and were in fine spirits. Â Sitting at the BroHo felt exactly right. Â She fit right into the groove there. Â There was more making out and groping. I love groping. Â (you were probably wondering when I would get to the dirty part, right?). Â Sheâ€™s not a shy one with touching, thank goodness. Â She reaches right in there and grabs me with purpose, and I love it.
One of my friends, the Curvy Brunette, came in and I introduced them. Â Iâ€™d been talking about my hot girlfriend in Portland and it was really nice to introduce an Oly person to her. Â Later CB texted me:
You had glitter on your face, Sir… and you look amazing together
Well, I did have glitter on my face, thatâ€™s what comes of making out with Femmes, I suppose.
As I said, it felt really good to hang out with her in one of my favorite places, but we both had plans that didnâ€™t involve hanging out at a bar. Â As we left the BroHo, I made a quick decision to take an alternate route back to the truck. Â With Ruby on my arm, we jaywalked across Capital and made our way toward the alley that runs between Capital and Washington.
Yeah, I said â€˜alleyâ€™, does that give you the tingles? Â Do you get some stirrings? Â Do you predict a dirty moment coming up? Â You should.
I had been pointing out some of the alleyway art as we walked. Â Before we got to the next street, I pushed her up against the brightly colored wall and claimed her lips in a deep kiss. Â She was wearing a skirt, and I have had a serious thing about skirts ever since my first girlfriend, who wore them a lot. Â Which allowed me all sorts of dirty access while driving. Â So skirts look good and in my head, they say â€˜accessibleâ€™. Â I know, I know, consent is sexy, and I agree, but this is Dirty December and Iâ€™m in a confessional mood.
I slipped my hand between her legs and thatâ€™s when I discovered that sheâ€™d done something very dirty for me. Â Can you guess? Â Iâ€™ll give you a moment….. really? Â It took you that long? Â You need a dirty mind tune up, my friend.
I gasped in delighted surprise when my fingers met her wet lips with nothing between us.
â€œIâ€™ve been wondering how long it would take you to figure it out.â€
So now I had a sexy, dirty equation consisting of a skirt (accessible) plus no panties (even more accessible) and the bonus of consent. Â No, even better. Â Expectation. Â So what is the answer to that formula? Â Well, the logical conclusion is something like that which my Day 2 character witnessed, but we didnâ€™t get that far. I was able to slide my fingers between her lips and find out just how wet all of our flirting and groping had made her but I didnâ€™t get all the way. No, she didnâ€™t stop me.. heavens no, sheâ€™s as slutty as I am. Â And happily so. Â No, the reason I didnâ€™t get very far was that someone was driving out of the alleyway on the other side of the street from us and we were suddenly the focus of their headlights. Â I looked at the car and paused before retrieving my hand. Â Then I stared at the car, waiting to see which way they were going. Â As they turned onto the street, a male voice from inside the car yelled.
â€œYeah, I saw what youâ€™re doinâ€™ there!â€
I held my palms face up and shrugged, whatever, dude, youâ€™re just jealous.
Ruby and I laughed it off. Â And then proceeded to the truck a bit more directly, so we could get to the hotel and start some more dirty mischief.
More on that in the next installment.
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