Failed dates and SDLs at dusk…

It was at about 4.30pm yesterday that she rang me. I was driving home from a Daygame session in Newcastle. The girl in question is an exceptionally beautiful blonde girl. 21 years old, with huge blue eyes, lips and and an incredible lithe body. But she has a sparkling personality, a major princess syndrome, but is perhaps more introverted than she cares to admit. She is an enigma of sorts. Over the last 12 months we have spoken at length on numerous occasions. I will video call her when she is the bath. Tell her about girls I sleep with, and she will share various insights into male behaviour as a number of them from her 4k Instagram followers compete for her attention. Men fall for her quickly. Perhaps they confuse her natural friendliness for flirtation. It is an easy trap to fall into. We have a no-holds-bar type of relationship. I have never fucked her, but I tell her I will. She says she wants me to. But wanting and doing are binaries in this girls’ world.

“To what do I owe this dubious pleasure of a phone call”, I joked.

“You were third on the list, no-one else picked up”, she quipped.

She had just finished work and I was a mere 5 minutes from her so I picked her up at the metro station where she was waiting for the train to take her home. As I pulled the car in I noticed her long-legs in tight, black jeans and her white top. She looked beautiful. I beeped my horn furiously and shouted out of the window,

“How much for a blow job darling!” much to the amusement of several charvers on their mountain bikes loitering outside the station.

She climbed into the car shaking her head but laughing. Her cute braces and big eyes and blonde hair combined with her natural northern down-to-earth charm. We drove to hers and we entered into various subjects. I suggested that we grab a bottle of rose and sit in the sun but she wanted to walk her dog and take a shower, but she was down for 8pm and asked me to pick her up. As she got out the car I slapped her ass hard. As it would turn out, it wasn’t the only ass I would be spanking that day.

I calculated that this likely a 90% flake but I went all the same. I arrived at 8pm and called her. No answer. I waited 10 minutes and left. As I drove away, I felt no anger or frustration. But perhaps a realisation that she is just this way. A girl with little or no empathy towards others and their time. This is just who she is, and I do not register well-enough on her Value Scale to warrant common courtesy. This is a shame, of course, as we are both in this complex form of emotional interaction with each other. This waxes and wanes. Following bouts of intense communication followed by several weeks of silence.

This was the second time in 2 weeks she had let me down. I have therefore decided to remove myself from this equation moving forward.

With no real plans for the beautiful summer evening I decided to head to a park area near to Newcastle that I had worked in across June. The air was hot and close. The sun was setting and people sauntered home, tipsy 2-sets and couples.

I had not even reached the place I wanted to have a walk when I saw a cute looking girl, I guessed around 5″2, size 8 and 20 years old wearing a tight maxi-dress. I pulled the car over and jogged up to her and opened her. She was a little bit taken-aback, and I did my best to put her at ease. No-one had ever stopped her like this and I could sense she was trying to work out if I was a lunatic, high or normal. We spoke about her day, and how I thought she looked very cute, and I emphasised that a man talking to a woman is a lost art. She was recently single and just turned 21 before the lockdown. I ended the set by saying,

“Look, I know you’re shy. But give me your number and I will text you. If you feel like like opening up and talking a bit more on text we can, if not, I respect that”.

Should I have went for an immediate with her? No. She was off to her friends to pick up some things and I felt I would have overloaded her senses. But instead, I pinged her within the hour. See the ensuing conversation:

So there I was, back in the car and blasting back into Newcastle to pick her up. We went straight to mine. I had left the lights on low and lit a couple of candles so that when we got back the ambience would calm her. I poured myself a small whisky but she didn’t want anything to drink. After 5 or so minutes comfort talk I put my movie app on and let her choose an extremely poor quality low budget horror film. 5 more minutes into the film I put my arm around her and told her to come close. She instantly went floppy and cuddled up against me. A bit more talk ensued and she was feeling really comfortable and relaxed. So I put my drink down, turned her face to me via her chin and kissed her. I backed off and we went back to film for a while before I repeated and went back for a kiss, only this time turning to her neck. The beautiful give-away sound of a horny girl as she gasped and moaned as I licked and kissed her neck, before returning to her lips. By this time I was hard and I placed her hand on my bulge. No objections. She was past the point of no return. I told her to take it out and she obliged. Wanking me quickly as her breathing and pacing increased. I lifted up her dress and slid my fingers into her very tight pussy. She asked for a condom and she sucked me off as I unwrapped it. We had sex there on the sofa and the floor, before I ripped her bra off, followed by the condom, before cumming all over her little pert tits. During sex she called me ‘daddy’ several times and would scream and jump when I spanked her. We lay there on the sofa talking and cuddling before I dropped her off at 1am. It was incredible. As we lay there, I would spank her lightly from time to time and her eyes would glaze over, horny again. Both of us tired with work at 9am. We have been in touch on Whatsapp, and I will see this girl again. Cute, well-spoken, shy and feminine.

This was a two and half hour turnaround – from opening her to having sex with her.

The other girl? from the failed date? Didn’t get back to me with an apology. Didn’t expect her to. But she did read my Instagram story, the sunset over the park in the picture above.