Date: Wed, 2 May 2018 19:36:48 -0400
From: roxanne144295@aol.com
Subject: Denver late night culture part 4

    Color me skeptical, there is no way I nailed Erica to with in 100 miles
of her roots.  Still the thought of having the upper hand on her in sex was
way more than appealing. Who am I to argue with my new found mate? I
ordered one more round to celebrate, and Erica just gleamed. I found myself
admiring her mischievous smile. The drinks arrived and I insisted on paying
the tab, after all I had the upper hand and besides I was so horny by now I
would have crawled across broken glass to have my way with Erica.


    Like I said before, I come to this establishment with no pre-conceived
notions and no expectations. Tonight had to be a fluke and I could only
hope it was a good fluke and not a disaster. Erica and I kissed again in
the booth, her tongue searching for mine. We lip kissed and then french
kissed before we realized we were making a scene. I don't know about Erica
but I have a so so reputation in this bar, so we stood and exited. Not to
sound like a horny bitch but as I followed Erica out, I admired her tight
ass and her sexy walk. OK so I am drunk and horny, however she is well
built and nicely put together. Her VPL took my mind to a place I could
never return from. The thought of slipping those panties off her hips and
tasting her, nearly rendered me mute.
    Outside the bar, I realized we had a decision to make. My place or
hers. Since I had the control, I decided to push for my home as our landing
site.
    Taking me off guard, Erica took me in an embrace right there on
Broadway and let her hand creep up to my crotch..This woman had my
emoticons under her control I could climax at any moment. There was the
mischievous mile again as she broke the embrace. I found myself definitely
not in control. She had me if she wanted me.
    Have you ever been embarrassed by your reactions down below. Feeling
like the whole world knows you are wet? Tonight I could not care less, each
time I became self conscious, I just looked at Erica and smiled, knowing my
feelings were as natural as the spring rains.
    We decided to walk the twelve blocks to my apartment. The whole way
stopping to kiss and fondle each other and then continue.One thing about
late night Denver is that is relatively safe, alone or in pairs.