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Last time I received flowers, years ago.  

SilyconBond 55M
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8/18/2020 2:30 pm

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Last time I received flowers, years ago.

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SilyconBond 55M
148 posts
8/18/2020 2:30 pm

I hate 7am flights from DFW to NY. My normal wake up is at 04:30am, but to catch my plane back then on time I had to get up at 03:30.

Difficult to fall asleep an hour earlier than normal, plus back then I had some anxiety about flying. I had done it lots of times, just the night before was always difficult to fall asleep. Even on the return trip, I have a difficult time adjusting my sleep pattern.

Anyway, no one cares about that. Hustled to be on time. Rushed through my breakfast. Annoyed I couldn’t go to the gym before flying.

November in Dallas back then was a balmy 75 degrees. I wore my cargo brown shorts, a collared polo shirt with my company logo on it. Had my laptop, and a book to read. All set.

After the drive, the rush through security, the last bathroom break and finally sitting down in my seat I was jazzed. So much extra energy my legs were shaking as I sat.

People wondered past me in the aisle, and I had an aisle seat so I could watch them. I enjoy people watching and plane travel gives me a little dopamine hit to see new people. I don’t remember any of them that day. I don’t remember the service I got. I don’t remember if any kids were crying on the plane…nothing. My mind purged all of them from memory long since.

I do remember the tall brown-haired woman with glasses as she maneuvered her carry on into the bins above me. Did I mention tall? I’m six foot, and she stood taller than me. She was wearing a grey business-like skirt and a white blouse with a ruffle trim. She pointed to the two empty seats next to me implying she wanted to get past me to sit.

I was a different person back then. I think you are supposed to get up with the motions she indicated. Me, being me… I held out my hand open-palmed, “That will be a dollar for the toll.” I said and held my face firm.

“You’re cute. I don’t have a dollar.” She said to me.

Her voice had a deeper husky feminine sound. A radio like voice that could lull me to sleep.

“Well, I guess you will have to buy me a drink then,” I said and got up so she could pass me. The space between seat rows suck. Even with me standing we brushed each other. She sat next to my chair.

I was about to sit back down but helped someone with their bag to the overhead bin. I can’t remember what I said, but I do remember the brown-haired woman laughing. I felt tingles on the back of my neck as she did.

I wasn’t thinking anything sexual before, but now I was. Maybe it’s a guy thing, but it is definitely a thing I have. I am more attracted to women after I hear them laugh. Although a little deeper than most women, her laugh was for lack of a better word, sexy.

I sat. We talked. The flight had a little turbulence at times, and I held her hand just to comfort her. Maybe she thought she was doing the same to me.

We talked about work, traveling, and what we like to do with our free time. By the end of the flight, she gave me her business card, and I gave her mine. As we waited for our bags, we made dinner plans, together.

She asked to ride with me and she said she would check into her hotel when I dropped her off after dinner. I drove her to my hotel first.

It was obvious there was chemistry between us. The more time we spent together the easier it was to “play” with words, and touch.
I told her she could wait in the car or come up to my room to freshen up before dinner. She took her suitcase with her up to my room.

Once in my room, and our bags on one of the beds. I waved her to the bathroom. She stood there and put a finger up to her chin. I have no idea if the moment was “right”…just she was there, and standing.

I closed the distance between us and we kissed. It escalated.

We had sex fully dressed standing up.

Partially undressed on the bed.

Fully undressed as we got in the shower.

I had to order food delivered because sex in the shower led to sex on the bed again.

She stayed the night. We had sex in the morning, twice. We both had to go to work.

She was waiting for me in my hotel room that night when I got off work. I stripped her down and fucked her before going out to dinner. The dinner was nice and relaxing. Back at the hotel room…yep, more sex.

Sleep. Morning sex. We went to work. She was waiting for me when I got off work. We had sex, and then I drove her to the airport. That was the last time I saw her.
I had her business card. She had mine. We both lived in different parts of the country.

I had to stay in New York for months. I met another woman, a Chinese woman within a day.

A few days later after the brown-haired woman left, I got flowers delivered to me. It made the Chinese woman in my hotel room angry for some reason. The drama around those flowers…was strange. Upon reflection, I should have sent flowers back but I was young and stupid. The flowers drove the Chinese woman crazy and although we have been friends ever since that time, she reminds me about them occasionally.

Odd, how flowers can bring up other memories of getting flowers. Even odder that getting flowers has people connected to flowers in some way talking to me again. I miss both of them actually. Yes, I know, I had sex with them both, but beyond that. Some people are just fun to be around, sex or no sex.

I wanted to blog about something else…and can’t. My FWB reads my blog and I wanted to talk about her.

I wrote six different ways to tell the woman I am sleeping with…”You are fun”…and then I deleted all of them. I've got an idea that I am going to act on, but if she reads this first....I can't write about it until it happens.

I am at peace. Strange to be at peace now...


japaneseass 56F  
50231 posts
8/18/2020 3:53 pm

should have said, the flower was from you, to the Chinese girl...blame on the silly flower shop? lol...well, either way, you are still her friends...so there...not much problem?


SilyconBond 55M
148 posts
8/18/2020 5:52 pm

    Quoting  :

True in every way.


SilyconBond 55M
148 posts
8/18/2020 5:54 pm

    Quoting japaneseass:
    should have said, the flower was from you, to the Chinese girl...blame on the silly flower shop? lol...well, either way, you are still her friends...so there...not much problem?
Well, she got them at the hotel before I got there...there was a letter that was very suggestive. And yes, talked to her yesterday. She plans a visit to Austin in December.


SilyconBond 55M
148 posts
8/18/2020 5:59 pm

    Quoting  :

Every person has their personal plant I think. I had my own indoor plant for fifteen years and my Mom killed it when I went off to Basic Training. The Chinese woman likes Stargazer Lilys. I'm not fond of roses myself, but if given as a gift, no problem. What's your favorite?


lindoboy100 61M
23969 posts
8/19/2020 1:38 am

More flower power to yer elbow McBond........

I hope your girl enjoys your plans as much as you seem to be enjoying devising them.


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