The Storm and The Rain

Thu, Jul 26, 2012 at 8:31 AM

From: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX

To: Claudia Bonn@ XXXXX.XXX   

Hello HFG,

How are you?  4 cannot come soon enough.  I am really excited to see you.  Have a great day.  See you at Gaslight.

XOXOXO

SNB

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Thu, Jul 26, 2012 11:00 AM

From: Claudia Bonn@ XXXX.XXX

To: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX

Good morning SNB:

I can't wait either!!! I'll see you then. I'll text you if anything comes up like cab problems.

I love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HFG

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Thu, Jul 26, 2012 at 11: 17 AM

From: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX

To: Claudia Bonn@ XXXXX.XXX 

I love you too HFG!  Good luck with the dentist. 

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Gaslight

 

 
Kevin was waiting for me in the front room on a blue velvet couch. He rose as he saw me walk in, and we greeted with a friendly hug. Then we went to the back room which is lined with booths behind sheer curtains. We took the booth in a corner, half hidden by the bar, and not far from the restroom. It was one of those single unisex kinds, and I wondered whether we could find a few minutes of privacy in there, but it was the only one, and I could just see people tapping their feet at the door while we were trying to get busy. We settled in the booth next to each other. The ginger server distributed menus and left. I stood up to draw the curtains, liking what I would present to Kevin. I was wearing a short black skirt and a tank top. And as I stood on tiptoe, stretching up and arching my neck, I could feel Kevin’s gaze caress my ass and waist, and glide down my hair to the small of my back. Once I sat down, he sunk his fingers deep into my hair and kissed me, parting my lips gently at first, like a tease. Then his lips grew more insistent, his kisses hard and sweet, like candy. His tongue asserted itself into my mouth, filling me with hunger. The pulse between my legs quickened. His hand slid up my thigh under my skirt in search of my ass. I swung my legs cross his lap to give him access. The curtains swept open and our server stood pen in hand, ready to write.  We didn’t care. Anyway, she looked as if the only thing she had just interrupted was a conversation. Except we hadn’t looked at the menu. I swept down my legs and hunted for something to drink. They had no Rosé so I got a glass of Cabernet, Kevin ordered a Jameson and 7Up. I didn’t know what Jameson was, so Kevin and the server enlightened me, simultaneously. Kevin seemed surprised that I didn’t know. I felt stupid, and small outside the circle of knowledge, and their shared Irishness. Kevin vacillated about ordering the drink, but I told him to, so I could try it. Once the server brought them, she took our food order and left us alone. We clicked glasses as we always do, toasting "us," us together, us that is bigger than either he or me alone. I tasted his drink, and was disgusted. Whiskeys, Bourbons and Ryes are the one group I can’t drink. He didn’t care. I watched his broad white-man hand glide up my thigh, returning to my ass. “Look at how long and beautiful your legs are,” he said. “They are so smooth.” I loved his masculine strong hands on me, his nails clipped and clean, the edges blunt unlike a woman’s. I closed my eyes and felt his touch leaving a swath of heat on my skin in its wake. Kevin isn't the kind of man to put his hand between my legs, or rub my clit through my panties without being prompted. I'm not sure why. But to Kevin, "lady parts" seem mysterious, and he doesn’t quite know his way around them. He says they change every time. I think he is also afraid of feeling embarrassed if he touches me in a "wrong” way, as if there is one. But he is a great kisser, and he knows it, and so we spent hours kissing and caressing each other interrupted only by the arrival of the terrible pizza and pasta which we pushed aside after a few bites in favor of tasting each other.

Thu, Jul 26, 2012 at 10:30 PM

From: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX

To: Claudia Bonn@ XXXXX.XXX 

Hello Gorgeous,

I had a great time again tonight.  I am going to be thinking about those great legs of yours.  It was nice to get my hands on them.

Did you enjoy the storm?  It was brief, but there was some good thunder and lightning. 

We should try Herald Square Hotel.  I like the Waldorf and think we will end up there often.  It might be less hassle. 

I love you HFG.  Tuesday can't come soon enough.  We have the best time together.  I am so glad we are seeing each other.

XOXOXO

SNB

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Thu, Jul 26, 2012 at 11:19 PM

From: Claudia Bonn@ XXXX.XXX

To: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX

I'm still smiling from this afternoon. I'm so happy when I'm with you. I'll make the arrangements for the hotel. I'll run it by you first. I can't wait.

I heard the storm...and the rain, and thought how perfect.

Good-night my Kevin.

XOXOXO

R.