Date: Wed, 2 May 2018 00:11:48 -0400
From: roxanne144295@aol.com
Subject: EDenver Late night culture  Part 3

    I sound like such an easy woman, because Erica has captured my heart so
quickly. Perhaps I always knew what I was looking for in a woman, or
perhaps I am just wowed by her beauty. Back off woman, take a few moments
to get to know her.

    "So Erica, are you from around here?" I asked in an attempt to gain my
my self respect internally.  She smiled and asked me to guess where she was
from. I asked her to speak a few sentences so I had a chance of recognizing
an accent.  Her words were rounded, her voice came with a slight nasal
accent and she spoke in very plain English My first thought was some place
rural, not east or west coast. The nasal twang narrowed it to the mid-west.
  " I have you nailed down to N or S Dakota or Minnesota or Wisconsin. I
have ruled out Illinois."
    "is that your final answer?"
    "By no means, please tell me more about yourself, before I take my
final guess."
    "So you want me to add some more clues for you to glean more
information from?"
    "That is correct , I take pride in nailing a persons accent and
background."
    "I tell you what if you get me within one hundred miles of my birth
place, I will let you take liberties with me, no questions asked."
    MY lower parts began to get involved, I was so swooning inside, I had
to take up the challenge. "And if I don't?"
    "If you don't. I have the control all night."
    We raised our recently arrived shots and clinked glasses and exchanged
mischievous smiles.
    This was a no lose situation for me and for Erica as well.
    I was much younger since I have had such an open proposal. I suppose as
we age, we become much more guarded and suspicious. Erica on the other has
disarmed me.
    During the next few sentences she uttered, I was trying in vain to
concentrate on her accent. She placed her hand on my upper thigh as she
spoke, giving me a distinct disadvantage.
    "Okay, you are cheating. how can I concentrate if you have your hand
there?"
    She smiled and moved her hand further up my thigh "Where am I from?"
she asked with a wicked smile on her face.
    Like a slap in the face it hit me,the most open and honest women I had
ever met were from Kansas City Missouri. They have a mid-western drawl but
with a twinge of southern.
    "Okay, I am ready to lay my cards on the table, you are sure you want
to grant me control for the night?"
    "Go for it, remember it is within a hundred miles or I own you."
    "You grew up with in a hundred miles of West-port Missouri." There it
was out on the table and I hoped inside I was wrong, because I desired to
find out her idea of control.
    Erica, raised her arm to summon the waitress, simply to prolong the
situation. Her sly smile held me in limbo as she ordered two more drinks.
    "Well, go ahead and tell me how far off I am. I can take it."
    Erica's hand moved all the way up to my waiting pussy and I swear I
nearly orgasm ed right on the spot. Instead I let out an inadvertent sigh.
    We took time to toast again before she leaned in and whispered in my
ear, "You own me tonight, I was born and raised in North KC."