New Year's Eve Date





Daddy can be described as a big fan of Superman.  He has more than a few things w the big red "S" on them.  And this is the wallpaper on his computer.  He says that he likes this picture because its not what you usually see of the Man of Steel; as tired from a long day and just needing a few moments of quiet.  But I look at the picture and I see my Daddy.  Daddy is my Superman.

 

He does so much for everyone.  And never asks for anything in return.  Before he retired, he ran a company w several hundred employees.  I think he knew every single one of them.  And I remember, whenever I went to his office, how so many of them would tell me how wonderful he was or would tell me about something he had done to help them out.  He continued helping people after he retired.  He took a part-time job and it seems like there is always younger men asking him to hang out w them.  He says they're just hanging out telling stories.  But I've listened to him when they call or text him, he's more like a mentor to them.  And not just about the job, but about everything including their future careers and even about girlfriends.  He never brings anyone home however.  He says home is his place to regroup, his fortress of solitude.

 

This year, I want New Year's Eve to be all about Daddy.  He was asked to go out w "the guys", but said he told them he was tired and just wanted to hang out at the house.  I asked him if he'd like to have pizza and a movie marathon w me then.  His smile told me it was a date.

 

I wish everyone a safe and Happy New Year's.



Friday Night w Randi

The Friday night before Christmas was the office Christmas Party. Spouses and significant others were invited; Randi and me opted instead to go as each others "date". It resolved our respective frustrations w our love lives. In my case, Harley had disappeared and was not returning calls or texts, the emotionally distant Boyfriend and parties are just generally not a good mix, and Tree is just so damned young.  Given all my drama w the men in my life, it's been easy for Randi to fly under the radar.  Randi, you see, is an instigator.  And a drunk Randi is an uninhibited instigator.

The evening began w me learning a new word - "pre-drinking".  Randi wanted to arrive a bit early so we could have a few drinks before the others got there.  I thought I looked pretty damned good in a pair of painted on jeans, spiked boots, and bright red blouse.  Randi had on jeans also, w fuck me heels, and a green sparkly blouse.  The party itself was pleasant.  A few surprises and laughs, but nothing that would cause anyone any embarrassment back at the office.  The owner of the agency even got out onto the dance floor w me and Randi.  Nothing risque; all clean fun, though I'm sure he was beaming at the attention of two attractive ladies .  Randi may have been "pre-drinking", but she essentially stopped when everyone arrived, milking that same drink throughout dinner I noticed.  Now that I think about it, I wonder if her "pre-drinking" was really more intended to loosen me up beforehand.

The party broke up.  Problem - Neither of us wanted to go home.  Solution - Randi and I simply moved ourselves into the bar.  Mostly it was just us, swapping stories (and did I ever learn a lot about Randi), drinking, and a lot of dancing; mostly dancing w each other, sometimes dancing w guys who bought a few drinks.  And then a new problem surfaced.  Driving home was not really an option for either of us.

My beer addled brain saw this as a good reason to text Harley.  I'm glad Randi stopped me though.  We debated who to call; joking about who would be most likely to get us and who would we most like to throw into bed for a threesome.  We agreed that pretty much knocked Harley and the Boyfriend out as candidates.  Randi was keen on calling up Tree.  She eventually started texting the friend who had loaned her the truck we used for her Christmas Tree.  He texted back that he'd be there in a little bit.  It was a bit too chilly to wait outside for him, so we remained inside.  And as long as we were inside, then we might as well have another drink.  And dancing just goes w drinking. 

We managed to drag RF (Randi's friend) out onto the dance floor when he arrived, like any man is going to resist two women wanting to rub their bodies against him.  He did remain a good boy when we returned to the table and stuck to water.  We finished our drinks and made our way out to his truck.  At the truck, RF unlocked the doors w his remote and walked to the driver's side (when did men stop opening doors).  Randi took shotgun.  His truck was an extended cab and I had fully intended to get into the back seat.  Randi made some joke about me sitting on her lap.  The smartass drunk in me surfaced and I climbed onto her lap.  I hadn't planned to stay, but the next thing I know, we're driving down the road.  And I'm still sitting in Randi's lap.  And she's starting to cop a feel!!!!

It's hard to recall, given my impairment, what happened when.  A lot began to happen.  I think, in hindsight, Randi's putting her hands on my breasts was just her being a smartass back.  Then I had to go and up the ante.  I unbuttoned my blouse.  Not to be out-done, Randi put her hands on my bra.  "Do you like them", I joked.  She responded by slipping her hand under my bra.  It may have been cold outside, but I swear it was getting hot in that truck.

RF to this point was nothing more than an admiring bystander to me and Randi's game of who was the bigger smartass (by the way, Randi clearly is).  My dulled senses thought it would be funny to ask Randi if she needed to "pay" for the ride like she did for borrowing the truck to get her Christmas tree (see "Randi's Christmas Tree").  Randi put the question to RF, "well, do we?"  I caught that "we" and asked Randi if she had a mouse in her pocket.  She said "I got you sitting on my lap".  And then she tweaked my nip!!!!

I'd like to tell you we then proceeded to have this epic threesome, but I can't.  RF's sister was on leave from the Army for Christmas and was staying at his apartment.  I half expected Randi to invite RF back to her place then.  My mind was racing w questions; am I going to go through w this, is she just joking, did I want her to be just joking.  I was surprised to hear Randi say her place was out because the kids were not w their father this weekend.  I knew that wasn't true, but I didn't say anything.  Instead, we all agreed to a raincheck.

Back at Randi's apartment, I gave RF a hug to thank him and staggered inside using Randi's keys to open the door.  Randi stayed w RF in the truck.  Before passing out on the couch, I sneaked a look through the curtain.  I could see RF in the truck looking very happy.  Randi was nowhere to be seen.  Even my addled brain could deduce that she was giving him head.


The Naughty List?

Tonight, if I am on Santa's "Naughty List", do you think he will give me a chance to earn my way off of it?

 

I really do want to be a 'good girl'.

Merry Christmast

Randi is an instigator.  And Friday night, she was at her best . . . or worst . . . depending on your perspective I suppose.

I may talk about Friday later.  In case Santa was too busy to notice, I'd rather not admit to anything that would put me on the "Naughty List" w only two days to go before Christmas.  Right now, I have something else I want to say.

I wanted to take just a moment to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas.  Over the years, the people I've met through here have almost all been great.  I don't know that I've ever said it, I have appreciated you more than I can begin to describe.

Merry Christmas,
Rachel 

 



Worst Week Ever - Best Weekend Ever

My week could be called the "Worst Week Ever".  But the weekend could also be called "Best Weekend Ever".  I already felt mentally spent from a very long miserable week before I had even gotten into the office Friday morning.  The phone rang as I was driving in.  I thought to myself, "dammit, can't they at least let me get there before they start".  My bad - It was Harley.  He asked me to come over for dinner.  I spent the weekend.

 

Friday evening could not arrive fast enough. I was like a little girl waiting for Christmas morning.  And, as it turned out, the week ended just like it had begun - horrible.  I started walking towards my car at 4pm.  I finally got to it at about 7:30pm.  I had planned to stop by the house to get some clothes.  I didn't know if I was spending the night or not yet, but a girl should always be prepared - right?  Not wanting to wait one more minute for my weekend to actually start, I decided to go directly to Harley's instead.  I don't tend to wear a lot of clothes when Harley's around anyway, for some reason.  :)  Harley met me at the car when I pulled into his driveway.  He kissed me as I got out and suddenly the entire week seemed like some distant other world.

 

I lost count of the number of times Harley and I made love Friday night.  I couldn't get enough of him.  And he didn't seem to be able to get enough of me.  There were a lot of special moments, but two in particular that I'll mention.  The first was late Friday night.  The only lights on in the house were from the Christmas Tree.  We were slow dancing (long story) in front of it.  Harley was wearing his jeans, no shirt.  I was completely naked.  I got down on my knees and took him into my mouth.  At first, I set the tone.  Taking him deep into my mouth and sometimes holding him there, kissing along the head and along his shaft, and bobbing my head.  Sometimes, his eyes were on my taking in ever detail, like he was trying to burn the image into his memory; other times, his eyes were closed and there was a smile on him that took over his whole face.  I loved being able to do that for him.  Later, he held my head and set his own pace between my lips.  For the longest time, he went slow and deep, sometimes holding himself deep inside of my mouth.  Later, he quickened his pace.  I held his shaft firm between my lips and let him set the pace he wanted into my waiting mouth.  On my knees, sitting on my ankles, the Christmas Tree lights twinkling beside us, his dick thrusting into my mouth, I could not have been happier or more submissive. 

 

The second special moment I'll describe happened Saturday afternoon.  I was laying in bed having just woken up from a nap (hey, I don't get a lot of sleep when I'm w Harley).  I lay there for a while, basking in happiness.  I could hear him on the phone.  He was talking w his sister who lives up north.  I came out of the room and gave him a hug and a peck on the cheek.  I was going to get a beer and maybe sit outside, enjoying th day and giving Harley some privacy.  He stopped me and got me naked again.  Harley has some sort of headset he can wear w his home phone which left his hands free to get me naked.  I thought he maybe wanted me on my knees while he talked.  He stopped me and bent me over the kitchen table.  Then he continued his conversation w his sister, talking about her kids, while he fucked me over the kitchen table.  He rode me slowly at first.  Several times he just stopped deep inside of, letting his dick just soak up my juices.  He held my wrists behind my back, keeping me there, like I had any intentions of getting up.  He quickened the pace and was now loudly thrusting into me.  His body was making so much noise hammering into mine that I was worried his sister had to be over hearing.  When he smacked my ass and called me his "slut", I knew she had to be overhearing.  I was so relaxed w his fucking me that I hadn't even realized he'd finally hung up. 

 

 

 

 

The Next Day

Tree (I think I like "Tree" better than "CT") passed his first real test.  You know the one.  He got to feel the girl up.  Did he have enough sense to call her the next day?

I am pleased to announce that Tree passed.  He texted (texting counts the same as calling) me Sunday afternoon.  I should probably first note that he passed the first part of the exam by texting me immediately after we got into our respective cars to go our separate ways.  Calling immediately after bought him a few hours to call later in the day on Sunday; otherwise I would have expected him to call Sunday morning.  (Seriously, is anyone only just now realizing that I have issues?)  :)   Here are some edited highlights:

 

T: I had the most amazing dream last night.

 

R: About?

 

T: I dreamed I met this drop dead gorgeous woman who was funny and just amazing.

 

T: What do you remember the most about last night?  (This is a typical guy thing because men are always comparing and rating instead of just enjoying the whole experience).

 

R: You tell me first.

 

T: Nothing can beat seeing you walk up that first time knowing you were coming to go out w me.  (I gave him bonus points for being sweet, but I could not resist messing w him).

 

R: What, you didn't think squeezing my breasts was memorable?!?!

 

T: They - YOU - were amazing!!!!

 

T: I was physically moved by how AMAZING you - AND THEY - were.

R: Hopefully you did not go home in too much discomfort.

 

T: Some, but it was well worth it.

 

R: And now, any discomfort,

T: Loads.
 

 T: It was too bad our privacy got interrupted.  (Two other couples had started walking around the lake as well).

R: I didn't tell you to stop.

T: I didn't think you wanted an audience?

R: Why not . . . don't you?

 

First Date w CT

I was having a nice quiet (boring) night at home last night, watching a movie, and just relaxing (being a slug).  The movie was your basic Lifetime romance story where the girl always ends up w the right guy at the end.  In hindsight, I was primed and ready . . . just waiting for the 'right' guy to want my 'attention'.  Enter CT.

CT (Christmas Tree Man) sent me a picture, adding "this is 'who' has been hanging out w me tonight".  We texted off and on then through the night and my movie. He'd had a rough day working the trees.  He said that the first few weeks into the season, he loves to work the trees because everyone is happy and having fun when they come to pick out a tree, But the closer it gets to Christmas, the more demanding and rude people become.  None of that is critical to know except to explain that CT was drained.  Drained and hungry, that is, because he had apparently not had time to eat all day either.  The next thing I know is that I'm throwing on a pair of jeans to keep CT company at Denny's.  Pretty fancy place for our first 'date', huh?  I really wasn't hungry, so I didn't eat.  CT, however, was so famished that he did not mind my not eating w him.  Besides being funny, the other thing that stands out about him, to me, is that he is so young; every bit ten years younger than me.  I am more used to men being ten years older than me.  We swapped stories and kept each other smiling.

 

I think he was having fun.  I knew that I was, so I wasn't ready for the night to end.  I was pleased when he asked if I'd like to take a walk w him first before going home.  We drove to a nearby small lake (a different lake than the one I was at w Harley) which has a sidewalk going around it.  Maybe because he was so young, but I caught myself thinking like a teenage girl.  I was actually wondering how long I would have to wait before he finally kissed me.  As it turned out, I did not have to wait long.  We were holding hands and walking when he pulled up short and spun me to face him.  "There is something I just have to do", he said, then he pulled me in for a kiss.  He kisses well.

 

The rest of the night was like that.  We walked. We talked, We stopped to kiss.  Sometimes he would stand behind me and kiss along the sides and back of my neck.  Whenever he stood behind me, he always wrapped his hands around me; sometmes low around my waist, sometimes high around my shoulders.  His hands felt good around me.

 

And then, one time when he had me in front of him w his lips along my neck, I felt his hands just underneath my breasts.  I was okay w what I knew would eventually be coming.  I tried to be careful w what I did so that I did not accidentally suggest to him that he needed to stop there.  Essentially, I followed his cue; walk when he walked, stop when he stopped, spin when he moved me.  His hands returned several times to linger just beneath my breasts.  I guess he understood there was no "stop sign" yet.  A few moments later, he slid them from just beneath my breasts to cupping each one.  Nuzzling along my neck, he gently lifted and squeezed me.  In time, he moved his hands underneath my shirt and then underneath my bra.  I remember him saying into my ear, "your skin is so cool to the touch".  I remembered thinking that his hands felt so warm.  His hands felt good around me and felt even better on me. 

 

That's how the night went.  We walked.  We talked.  He felt me up.  : )  And no, we did not go any further.  It was a very pleasant night.  I had a great time. 

Harley and Christrmas Tree Man

CT (Christmas Tree) Man has mad skills w texting.  First, he has texted just enough to remain interesting and not enough to be a cell stalker.  Second, he has kept me laughing or, at least, smiling.  I'm saying, if a date can keep me laughing, then his chances of getting into my pants greatly increase.  Third, and I really can not emphasize this enough, he did not get crude.  I do not know why men who read my blog think I really want to read or see pictures about their penis.  And finally, he has not really pressed me to hang out w him.  I have to admit - I'm wondering what me might be like in person.

 

Harley, on the other hand, is like the antithesis of CT.  He does not have mad skills w texting and he disappears frequently for several days at a time and hurt feelings do not lead to me laughing; yet my pants can't seem to fly off fast enough when Harley's around.  Yesterday eveing, after work, I am out shopping.  I have not heard from Harley since the beginning of last week.  My cell starts ringing and it's him.  Okay, I will give Harley his props - he's actually a damned good talker.    I realize from his comments that he must be able to see me, so I'm spinning around trying to spot him in the parking lot.  I know I am doing a really horrible job describing this.  I don't want to say too much.  Basically, he was off-duty and moonlighting as security for some property across the street.  He said he was taking a dinner break in a little while and asked me to keep him company.  I brought him a couple of bacon double cheeseburgers and he led us to a private outside table for a picnic of sorts.  It was beautiful there.  The table faced a small lake w a lighted fountain and it was completely enclosed by tall bushes.  I really could not hear the nearby traffic because of the fountain.  And it changed colors.  It was just a beautiful evening.  It should not surprise anyone then, that before Harley was done w his break, I was bent over the table, facing the fountain, pants around my ankles, while he rode me from behind.  I honestly could not have been happier. 

Randi's Christmas Tree

I do not have children of my own.  Lately, I have been having fun doing things w Randi and her chldren.  Yesterday, she and I planned to leave work early and do some Christmas shopping together.  Her big project, she said, was to get a Christmas tree and apparently she was all about having me as slave labor to help.  I did not care - it sounded like fun.  I've only ever had artificial trees, so going out to find a real tree was something new for me.  When we were done w our shopping, Randi surprised me by pulling into a store to check out their trees. I had thought she was planning to go home and collect her children first.  She laughed and said having the kids along was like trying to heard kittens and she did not need to be carrying a big ole tree at the same time.  (Note: Randi is fairly small, so any size tree is big to her).  She may have been worried that I was dissappointed so she quickly added, "not to worry, there will be plenty to do w the kids and decorating the tree later".  And so, sans children, me and Randi began the hunt for the perfect tree.

 

I said a moment ago that pretty much any size tree would be tall to Randi.  But Randi wanted to look at the trees that towered over her by another whole Randi.  And besides just being tall, do you know what else trees that big are - they're heavy!

 

Randi and I struggled to stand some trees up and spin them around looking for "bare spots" (again, I'm used to artificial).  I started looking for someone working there hoping to ask for help please.  Randi told me not to waste my time.  She said "help" would be looking for us soon enough.  "On a good day, I'm at least cute . . . . and you're fucking hot . . . finding men to help us won't be a problem".  We laughed and I kept looking for someone.  But she was right because, before we stopped laughing, someone appeared.

 

Tree Man looked to be marginally legal age w long dark hair, beat up ball cap turned backwards, tight blue jeans covered in tree sap, and gloves w the finger cut out. While he looked nothing like him, Tree Man reminded me of a young Brad Pitt.  Randi flirted w him mercilessly.  He was holding his own though and went right back at her.  I was pretty sure he knew it was all in fun though.  Randi did apologize for monopolizing his time and asked if he needed to help someone else for a while instead.  He smiled and said it was fine.  He pointed to some others helping him in the tent.  Then he whispered to us that longer we laughed and talked w him, the more of a God he was going to be when we left.  Randi apparently took that as a sign for her to elevate his status to legendary . . . and, of course, she made certain I was her partner in crime.  Again, it was really all mostly harmless and pretty tame.  Nothing was ever said or done that couldn't be seen on the Disney Channel.  He helped us pick out a tree and loaded it into our truck (Randi borrowed a truck from a friend for the day).  Randi made it a point to give him a full body hug in view of all his co-workers, then she slipped him a tip.  As we were pulling onto the highway, she said she included my phone number in w his tip

 

 I thought she was joking.  How could I be so nieve?

 

We got the tree to her place.  She said it probably needed to soak overnight in water before we decorated it and we made plans to do just that today.  I planned to go home and wrap gifts for a while, but probably really just veg in front of the tv.  Randi and I talked about maybe hooking up again later.  But first, she had to return the truck . . . and apparently she needed to 'pay' for having it for the day (I gather this was a long running joke between her and the boyfriend from whom she borrows the truck).

 

Driving home, I got a text . . . and not from Randi.