Here’s what sucks about polyamory…with two households that contain small kids, Silver and I are frequently in the bind of having no where to fuck. When the weather is warmer, we’re out in the van. We’ve gone to hotels…we’ve used other people’s houses…we’ve groped in public restrooms. All that is fine and good, but I think her and would both agree that, after a while, it gets tiring to have to constantly look for a place to have sex. I guess this is what teenagers have to deal with all the time 🙂
Last night we went out on the town. She was all dressed up in black pants and a frilly top. Under the frilly top was a new bra! I get excited over new bras. My first plan was to go to the lingerie store, and take over the corset changing room for about 20 minutes. But alas, the store was closed! Thwarted!
We drive over to the hookah bar (every town needs one of those) and start looking for a quiet corner over there. All of the private areas were taken. We threw our coats down on a large snuggle couch, and upon returning from the bar, discovered two horny 20-somethings had taken our couch. Thwarted! So we ended up on a couch in the middle of the room…across from two lesbians who were out with their chihuahua. (Silver, if we ever go lesbian, let’s not buy a chihuahua and take it to bars with us…that just seemed tacky! K?)
After groping on the couch for a while, we moved to the restroom. Here I got a peek at the new bra! We kissed a while and made a plan to make out in the car before another woman walked in on us.
We moved the car over to a remote parking lot behind the coffee shop where Silver works. I’m always a bit nervous about getting spotted in the car, but Silver assured me that she knew the cops on this beat rather well. “I’ll just offer to give them free coffee if they catch us, ” she said.
The van is SO much better for making out. My car is a little Saturn stick shift. We start kissing. The emergency break got in the way. I’m groping her breasts, and all the layers of winter clothing get in the way. We couldn’t even find my crotch under the coat and thick corduroy pants that I was wearing! So then the plan became that we’d just kiss for a while, as warm-up, and then each run home and fuck our husbands silly.
Again, the Universe was thwarting us last night…her husband ended up being doped up on cough syrup and mine was deep in the bowels of a grad school paper due Monday. Silver, I hope you at least broke out the chick rocket or my purple penis. I, for one, am taking an early lunch and heading to the steam room! Look at James!