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Mary Joe Lisa... what a lunch!!! (rated NC39)... Not part VI
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Mary Joe Lisa... what a lunch!!! (rated NC39)... Not part VI Please feel free to comment on this post!!! Friday rolled around... but, this wasn't like any other Friday... no, and, to remind those of you who know who you are... lunch was always going to be Friday with Mary Joe Lisa, because that's what I said on Wednesday... I'll have to tell you all, I don't know how many emails, blog posts and msgs I got with suggestions on where to go for lunch... and, many were asking if I was ready on Thursday, and where would it be... so, please... ladies... keep your panties on... those of you that wear them, those of you that don't, please take a Dramamine or eat a snickers bar or something... anyway... today, came and went... except that I had to get to the office early because I had meetings back to back to back to back... and, before you knew it... yes, it was 11:30 am... I was sending an update on a project and from behind me I hear this voice... It says 'I'm ready to go to lunch... now...'. Who says stuff like that? I mean, when I talk to people... I say hello, how are you, how's your day... is it ok if we fuck... well, no, not the last part... I would say is it too early or can we go to lunch? I had blocked out a couple of hours for lunch today, because I had an important meeting at 2:00 pm so, I let Mary Joe Lisa know that we would be somewhat constrained for our lunch plans... She rolled her eyes and flipped her hair (eyes, hair)... Do all women do that all of the time?... I hadn't noticed that with all of my fellow venutians, but, she definitely had some sort of disorder or craziness that made it a something natural for her to do... whenever I speak it seems that she does that, I worry that maybe her eyes will pop out of her head or maybe her head will fall off... so, she asks me... where are we going for lunch? I asked her if mcdonald's would be ok since I had to be back by 2, (eyes, hair)... yes... you got it... she said, you can do better than that, as we headed for the elevator... I drove to Sanabel, which is the Mediterranean restaurant four blocks from the office... I drove because it was 100 degrees outside... no, this is not Canada, this is Texas, where it gets hot in the summer... so, the A/C was cranked on and we made it to the restaurant in a couple of minutes... and, guess what happened? we go inside and the buffet is available but, instead of being laid out in the middle of the restaurant as I recall it from the first time I was there 3 months ago, the food was situated on tables to the southern end of the restaurant... and, the lights were dim... I don't recall it being this dark in there the last time... and, then I saw the placard... 'Welcome Azhar... belly dancer (flowers)'... Well, slap me and call me Susie... I had checked this place out and the belly dancing was only supposed to happen on Saturday nights, but, something special was going on... maybe, it was audition day... maybe, it was fate.... maybe I would experience a Kathy, Gayle menage a trois (could it be... I am a sick puppy... a) I have less than 2 hours and 15 minutes for this to happen... b) I'll never be with two other women again... c) well, i'll never be with two other women where I had the most incredible sex of my entire virgin life (compared to other members on this site... just sayin')... I need to re-iterate to some of my fav bloggers.... this is my 'blog'... this is my 'story'... this is not your story... so, please enjoy it... so... Mary Joe Lisa heads for the buffet after we are seated... but, Azhar catches my eye... (I luv women... I'm sorry, but I do...) and, this lady was not a young tart... I would say she was in her late 30s early 40s... I was smitten by her jet black, long hair... she was clothed in a beautiful belly dancer outfit with soft shoes... not high heels... well, that would be stupid if she were wearing high heels, but, I was envisioning her in all kinds of positions with me... and, then, Mary Joe Lisa sits in a chair blocking my view... I stand up and go get my food... what color were her eyes? they were brown like mine... she had fair skin, no noticeable tats... ear rings that were exaggerated, but understandable for what she was doing, and she had a belly button piercing... she was 170 lbs give or take about my height 5' 6" and the most beautiful smile that this 'madly in love' man had ever seen (yes, I've seen hundreds of smiles... but, when you wear a blue dress for a man that loves the color 'blue'... it's all over... well, I am an optimist... (I normally give women two strikes, 'cause like you and me, we all have our bad days)... I loaded my plate with the 'least spicy' food I could find... they had chicken, lamb, potatoes, all sorts of vegetables, items I never knew grew on the planet... needless to say, Mary Joe Lisa was so happy, because she filled up 2 plates worth of food... and, she is teeny tiny skinny... that's all I can say... I told her that this was not a 'to go' restaurant, (eyes, hair)... and, that she had to finish all of her food... now, the lights go down, and a spotlight shines on Azhar... the restaurant owner welcomes her to Addison and lets us know that we are in for a treat... (my heart starts beating fast, as I begin fantasizing about what my treat would be... and, it is not even Haloween yet)... she is auditioning for the belly dancer spot with the restaurant... we give her a warm welcome as middle eastern belly dancer music begins playing... it's kind of neat... and she starts moving her body... and, her body is obeying her... I can't focus because this woman is not a small woman, she has nice, shapely tits that I feel are 100% real... her body is big enough to support the cantaloupes of desire in my eyes... I feel like she is looking at me the whole time... Mary Joe Lisa kicks me under the table... I wake up out of a perfectly erotic dream with a semi- hard-on... excuse me very much... I look at her and say what??? she says I need to eat my food and concentrate on the conversation at hand... I hadn't heard a word she had been saying... Picture your most erotic woman (well, for my female readers, you could substitute 'man' here if you wanted to), whatever eye candy you had ever dreamed of... clad in an outfit that exuded 'fuck me please' from this man who is not affected at all by superficial beauty (well, maybe a little, but, not that much)... I tell Mary Joe Lisa to calm down... enjoy her meal and to chew and breathe between each shovel (fork) that she put into her mouth... well, this isn't really fair... afterall, Mary Joe Lisa has impeccable table manners... if it is one thing that turns me off about a woman is someone who eats to subsist and just shovels in the food without stopping to taste... or, that they speak with a mouthful or just have food spewing out of the sides of their mouth... No, I don't have any pet peeves (well, maybe I do)... Our table is situated at an odd angle to were Azhar is dancing and she is slowly maneuvering towards us... I don't know why, but, she is... but, all I can see are her beautiful breasts bouncing and her stomach, maneuvering in a rather erotic motion from my sick point of view... please don't ask me to stand up, because I'm hard as a rock right now... and, she keeps coming closer... the way the light is shining off of her belly piercing kind of distracts me... and, then, as she's dancing she slips on a piece of food that someone had dropped on the floor and falls into my lap... as, she's falling I reach for her to see if I can spare her the pain of hitting the floor and, as she approaches, I catch a whiff of her perfume.... (fucking chanel #5... are you kidding me...) this is crazy... and I have to get out of my chair, hard-on and everything, but, I must save her... and then as I am going down to my knees, her breasts drive into this fragile heart... 'fuck me... I could die right now... and, say I have lived to the fullest... 'cause what are the odds that this happens to me??? I always say if you dream it you can make it happen... now, I didn't go crazy... yes, I saved her from an embarrassing fall and fell deeply in love as deep as my wildest dreams would let me... in broken English she thanked me and kissed me on the cheek and hugged me... (OMG... propose to her, don't let her go, kiss her like you want to...) yes, those were my thoughts, and then, I catch Mary Joe Lisa looking at me... like, what the hell are you doing??? and, it is like a cold shower, or ice water being dropped on you... or... well, you know the moment is gone... it was there, and then it was gone... Azhar got up and continued to dance... after a couple of additional songs, the owner announced that the show was over... and, since we had finished our meal, we paid and went back to the office... and, no, nothing else happened during lunch... except, that when I got back to the office and was writing notes in my book, when I reached in to get my pen... I had a piece of paper with hand-writing... It read... 'Azhar, Intercontinental hotel with her room number & a cell phone number!!!' To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!  |
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Well....lucky you.....perhaps you have found that diamond in the rough! A blue rose for you! WITHOUT PASSION LIFE IS NOTHING
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Well....lucky you.....perhaps you have found that diamond in the rough! A blue rose for you! thanks for stopping by to read and comment!!! yours are always appreciated... I luv the blue rose... thanks for posting that picture... To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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Hi Joy. thanks for your lovely comments... Hmm, belly dancing... nothing is impossible... all is attainable if you want it to be... Please... 110 degrees in the frozen tundra, me thinks not... but, we are heating up down here... I luv hot weather, just like I luv my women... some people like cold things, things tend to shrivel up in the cold (well, that doesn't apply to me... but, for others...). I'm glad that you liked my little story... I was researching another one... but, I'm having a tough time weaving the reasons for being there... it can't be a high school reunion, and I have to have a fresh face... someone interesting with a hint of 'dare' in her, yet, easy going and gentle to the touch... like petals from a rose, dropping and not touching the floor... because one doesn't notice what becomes of them as they have entranced you with what is to come, and what will be... so... I'll give it some thought, or maybe, I'll finish part VI... I don't know... thanks for the post! To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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when did you wake up from THIS dream? Or are you still in lalaland?
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when did you wake up from THIS dream? Or are you still in lalaland? Thanks for visiting, reading and commenting on my blog. How nice of you take time away from your camping trip to post your lovely comments!!! It is always a joy to read your perspective... I was not dreaming... Most of the blogger's that have visited this blog are interested in the note and if there has been any follow-up... If lalaland exists and it was like this, then, I guess that's where I was... I feel so fortunate in having an audience that enjoys my little stories... Many of you live so far away that it is difficult for you to see the lucky possibilities that I have been presented with. I would never have dreamed that these events would have happened to me... I'm so glad that these blogs of mine can elicit such positive feedback. Thanks again Dayzeeme!!! I'm thinking of writing part VI to another story tonight!!! Laters... To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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Hi Lonely. Thanks for commenting on my blog. I hope that you have a great weekend! To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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Hi Navigatinglife... thanks for visiting my blog, taking the time to read, and commenting... I appreciate your comments... As you can see, I have some tough critics who demand a story with an ending... and, even if I do has requested, they still want something more... and, yet, I being their humble servant, strive to meet their needs... I don't consider myself a writer... I'm more of a conversationalist, and so that is the style I use... where, you can tell the story, answer the obvious questions or comments that people might have and, fill in my own thoughts... it completes me to write like this... I'm sure some don't like it, because while there appears to be many readers, I only have a few that will comment... and, that suits me fine, as I am not participating in any contest... I'm just searching for that diamond in the rough... it may take forever, but, I'm easy going... thanks again, for your visit... To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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Thanks Joy. I know that I can always count on you for suggestions to my blogs... I cannot deny that you make/write a wonderful blog... However, a 'hint of mischief and devil in her eyes' might be an understatement of grandiose proportions, if I may... Intriguing, nevertheless, but let us call a caribou a caribou and not an armadillo... Just sayin'. Now, as for me, if your metaphorical reference to the 'Great White North' is you and not a stand-in, I am game!!! Wishes can come true!!! Thanks Joy! To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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