Visiting Margaritaville - part 3

Thank the Goddess, it's Friday!

Actually, it is Sunday, but Sunday's are my Friday's, because I work on the weekends. This was a long work weekend, because of Veteran's Day. (I also work all government holidays.)

To the Monday through Friday working person, you might think just working weekends has got to be a breezy job. Yes, I suppose for the most part it is a breezy job. It also pays well. The problem is that it is too breezy. In fact, it is boring as hell. I sit in a 9 x 12 room for 8 to 12 hours by myself, answering the telephone. If that phone were busy, it would be one thing. But on average I receive one hundred calls on any given day, and each call lasts approximately 15 to 30 seconds. The rest of the time, I sit there waiting for the phone to ring. (You do the math. I'm too tired to figure it out tonight. lol)

Like I said, I get paid fairly well for what I do. They have to pay us that well; otherwise no one would continue working there because it is so boring. I don't know of any other job where I can sit on my ass all day, in my slippers no less, and work on craft projects, watch movies, or play on my computer while getting paid well for it. That's the good part. The bad part is that my ass is getting bigger because I sit there munching all day, because I can't smoke at work. I also spend all my time alone. By the end of the day I am so wiped out from all the peace and quiet that I feel utterly exhausted by the time I get home and I just want to go to sleep.

I am so ready to go back to Texas and get my career started up again as a hairdresser. That has been my licensed profession for almost 25 years now. (Boy does that make me sound old!) If I really wanted to, I suppose I could do hair here, but the winters here are really long, and really cold, and driving downtown in the ice and snow really doesn't sound very appealing. Plus, the cost of gas to get back and forth to work would pretty much eat up my paychecks, so it seems like a waste of time and money. Then there is the fact that we will eventually move again, and working hard to build a clientele would only be a waste of time, because it would only mean having to start over yet again. That defeats the purpose of having a career in the hair industry. Needless to say, I have talked myself right out of getting another job in these parts. For now, I guess I will have to stick with this boring job until it is time to move again. And when my work-weekends are over, I'm just going to have to pour myself another margarita! Time for a refill!

Back to my Texas adventures...

Up to this point I have shared with you about the accident, getting a roommate, and the self-discovery that I can have my own identity. Somewhere in here, locked away behind "Wife" and "Mom" was "ME", and I was finally starting to realize that I could have fun in my life without having to be a couple.

For twenty years Hubby and I have almost always gone out together, and he was always the social one. He is one of those people that can go out and talk to anyone, and he makes friends fairly easily. I, on the other hand, am the wall flower. I will sit and watch him move around the room, being the social person that he is, while I sit there hoping someone will talk to me. It's usually nice if even Hubby would talk to me. I honestly think he tends to forget I'm there when we go out.

The friends I have today would probably laugh if I told them how shy I really am. I have a hard time making friends. Put me in a beauty salon and throw clients at me all day, and I can talk up a storm. But put me in a social setting, where I don't really know anyone, and I tend to be very reserved, quiet, and hesitant to put myself out there. I really have to get to know someone before I let the real me come out. I guess a lot of that has to do with fear of being rejected. I spent a good deal of my childhood being teased and rejected by people.

Anyway, now that Hubby was beginning to live as king of his own little world, which apparently was excluding me more and more, it forced me to start creating a world of my own. Somewhere between November when Roomy moved in, and January after Hubby left again, I started to become the social butterfly. I mean that in a literal sense, because this process of life changing events I was experiencing was very much like the caterpillar morphing into the butterfly. And now comes life altering event number three...

It was a Saturday night in the middle of January. Roomy and I had plans to go out that night, but for some reason that I don't remember, I was running late getting ready. Roomy decided to head out without me, because I wasn't anywhere near being ready to go out. We agreed that I would take a cab, and meet him at the watering hole later. I specifically called a cab to schedule a pick-up around 8:30 that evening, but the cab company was running really slow that night and didn't actually pick me up until almost 9:45. Boy did that piss me off. Anyway, the cab finally arrived after numerous calls wanting to know where the hell they were, and I finally got to the watering hole around 10:00 pm.

When I got there I was in a rather pissy mood because of the whole cab thing. As I was walking up to the door, ready to go inside and slam down my first drink to ease my frustration, there was Sexy Man standing outside talking on his cell phone.
Sexy Man was one of the original party buddies Hubby and I had been hanging out with, so by this time, hugs were a norm when we'd see each other. When he saw me that night his eyes lit up, and he wrapped his arms around me giving me a big ol' bear hug. I knew he was pretty well on his way to drunkenville, because he didn't want to let go, and that was unusual. I actually had to push myself away from him.

Finally we go inside, and as was also a normal custom at this point, Sexy Man patted the seat next to him for me to sit down. Sexy Man and I have always gotten along really well. We have a lot in common, so finding things to talk about was really easy for us. From the moment we met, I was also attracted to him, thinking he was really sexy (hence the name, Sexy Man), but I never thought to act on it because he was older than me, and we are both married. I always try to be respectful of other people's marriages, and I don't hit on married men as a general rule. He never brought his wife out with him though. I tried many times to talk him into bringing his wife with him when we went out, because I really wanted to meet her, but I always got this look that said, "Yeah, right."

So there we were, a small group of us that night, sitting in our usual spot, drinking, smoking and joking, when all the sudden Sexy Man starts having this one-on-one conversation with me about sex. I couldn't say how the conversation got started, but the next thing I know, he starts asking me how I like oral sex. This whole conversation has taken me by surprise. This is one subject Sexy Man and I have never touched on. But, hey, I'm an open-minded person, so I allowed the conversation to continue. Then he starts using his hands and tongue to mimic the process of oral sex, asking me if I liked it "this way", or "that way". I'm sitting there thinking, 'Holy shit! He's really drunk!' And I'm wondering if anyone else is seeing this? At the same time, I am beginning to get tingles in the nether-region; the visual aid was making me wet to say the least. Then, because he asked, I shared with him my version of a blowjob.

Mind you, I can have conversations about sex without it actually leading to anything. For some reason, people find it really easy to talk about sex with me, so when they do, I never assume it's because they want to have sex with me. I guess it is because I am so open-minded that people find it easy to discuss the topic with me. While I was having this conversation with Sexy Man, I didn't think it was going to lead to anything. (I think I have self-image issues. Even with the amount of partner's I have had over the years, I never really feel like anyone is attracted to me in that way. I never hear the words pretty, beautiful, or sexy used in a sentence referring to me, so I have pretty much concluded that I am nothing special to look at. It sucks to have this knowledge, but there it is.)

So there we were, Sexy Man and me, having this conversation, and it is having a definite affect on my libido. I was getting horny as hell, and if truth be told, I hadn't had any really great sex in a long time, which wasn't helping matters. But still, I wasn't about to suggest anything, for the above mentioned reasons. When push comes to shove (pardon the pun), I have a toy box at home that helps me out in desperate situations, lol! But then it happened - I got up to head to the ladies room, and before I leave, Sexy Man says to me in a really serious tone, "I don't suppose you would be interested...", and before he finishes that sentence, he says, "No, I don't suppose you would." I looked back at him, and in my own serious tone I said, "Yes. I would be interested." The look on his face told me that he was just as surprised by my consent as I was by his proposition. Then I excused myself and went to the ladies room.

[I suppose now would be a good time to mention the fact that Hubby and I have a somewhat open marriage of sorts. It doesn't work for everyone, but for Hubby and me it is a lifestyle that, in the past, has brought more passion into our personal relationship, so it works for us. At least, it used to. I don't know these days, because things have changed a lot between Hubby and me, but I'll talk about that another day.]

When I returned from the restroom, everyone but Sexy Man was leaving to head to another bar. They asked me to come along, but given the recent turn of events, I feigned the excuse that I wasn't feeling well, and I would be going home shortly. Lie, lie, lie! Of course, I had no intentions of going home just yet. I was too eager to see what was going to transpire between me and Sexy Man! This was around midnight.

After everyone left, I walked up to the table where Sexy Man was standing waiting for me. I don't think we said anything to each other at that point. He pulled me close to him, cocked his head to one side, then with that serious look on his face again, he kissed me. It wasn't any small peck either. That kiss was deep, passionate, and oh so very yummy! Can I just say, if all men kissed their women like that on a regular basis, we women would be total putty in your hands all the time! Needless to say, I turned to jell-o! lol My knees actually got weak, and the tingles were now running from head to toe. I have to tell you, at 42 years old, I have NEVER had a man (or woman, for that matter) kiss me like that. Of course, I was kissing him back, feeding off of the energy that was now in high gear between us. It was magical.

After "the kiss", he looked at me with a big smile on his face, and he told me what a good kisser I was (which is something I've never been told before, so I think I actually blushed, lol), and then he commented on how soft my lips are. (I have full lips. Hubby is always saying they are "DSL" lips.) Then Sexy Man kissed me again. Oh my, just thinking about it right now is revving my motor. ~hehe~

For the rest of the night Sexy Man and I proceeded to make out right there in the watering hole. That's another first for me. I have kissed and been kissed in bars, but never like this. Sexy Man and I were like two teenagers who couldn't get enough of each other. We were all over each other, kissing, feeling each other up, teasing each other mercilessly, and pretty much didn't give a shit who was watching. It was like we were the only two in the room, and if the waitress hadn't stopped by to see if we needed another drink, I think we probably could have had sex right then and there. When I think back on it, anyone still in the bar at that time of night got quite a show. I remember glancing over at the manager at one point, and he looked at me with a big grin on his face, lol! But you know what? I didn't care. I was in the midst of one of the most sexually charged moments I ever had, and I wasn't about to let anything stop it. Until, that is, the lights came on.

The bar was closing. It was time to go home. I started to pout, and Sexy Man took me by the hand and led me outside to his car. He said he would give me a ride home, since I had taken a cab that night. Then he placed me in his vehicle, got in himself, started the car to warm it up, and then turned to me and kissed me passionately again. Only this time, it wasn't like two teenagers, it was like a man and a woman, and let me tell you, in that moment things got really hot between us!

Next thing I know, my jeans are off, my shirt is open and my nipples are hard as a rock as he's sucking on them. I was dripping wet between my thighs as his fingers worked their magic. Then he kissed his way down my belly and began expertly using his tongue, until I had the strongest orgasm I have ever had. Meanwhile, I am trying to pleasure him at the same time, but unlike anyone else I've ever been with, he didn't want me to do anything. I never even got his jeans unzipped, let alone off, because he kept pushing my hand away. He wanted me to lay there and receive. That is another first for me. I'm not used to getting all the attention. If anything, I am used to giving, and not getting anything more than a good hard banging until "he" gets off and rolls over.

Whoa! I think I need another drink! *fans herself to cool down*

When it was all over, he smiled and kissed me again. Oh, what a sexy smile that man has! But, OMG! I actually forgot where I was! LOL As I was getting dressed, it hit me that we were still in the parking lot of the watering hole! I must have really been drunk. I have no idea if anyone saw us. I was totally caught up in the pleasure of his attention! May I just add - it was worth every moment! But, alas, it was time to really go home, so Sexy Man drove me to my house, gave me another yummy kiss goodnight, and then left.

I really thought he would want to come in, so that we could maybe move to a part-two of the evening, but he had a wife to go home to, so I didn't push the issue. It totally amazes me though that we didn't actually have intercourse that first night, and I was even more amazed that he was quite content with that. As I watched him leave, I felt like I was on the best high of my life. I went to sleep that night smiling from ear to ear, and I knew I had to see him again.

To be continued...