 About a year after I had hooked up with Mardifrom sculpture class. I got a job doing light construction and handyman work up in The City.
I would work all week there and go home on weekends. I had two babes and one guy there who I could call for fun just about anytime, young and horny I had whatever I desired most nights. Up in SF it wasn’t the same at all. I was working long days and sleeping in my boss's guest room. I jerked off a lot. One afternoon we knocked off early and after a shower I went out to prowl the local bars in Clement street.
I was in the Starry Plow drinking a pint( my 3rd) and there was a group playing Irish music. I was feeling very mellow. A table came open and I moved from the bar to sit and enjoy the neighborhood vibe. A babe came and asked if the other chair was free and I motioned for her to sit freely. When the musicians took a break her and I got to chatting. She was a student and waited tables , I told her I was a commuter and told my tale. In those days everyone smoked and we did too as I lit her cigarette she leaned forward and I could see her shapely tits mmmm I felt a surge between my legs. The music started up again so I scooted closer to chat. Our thighs touching under the table. When a couple of her pals showed up we all sat around the table and were talking story. They acted kinda funny. Giving her strange looks. I didn’t get it but was enjoying myself . Her hand suddenly resting on my thigh. Another surge and I was quite hard. After awhile her friends kinda moved on to another table and just her and I. I noticed her pals looking at the door and kinda scared/ excited. I glanced over and there was this guy who looked quite angry, he was looking at her and I. He approached quickly and grabbed her shoulder, pulling her away from me as he swung his other fist at my head. My arousal shrank with great suddenness as I moved quickly aside. Then on my feet backing up. Looking at my recent companion I saw she was turned on by the whole thing and kinda got the message. He was in my face, threatening to kick my ass and cut my throat, and I was trying to placate him as I had no idea she was attached and was coming on to me. That didn’t help much and about that time the bartender who likely had seen this same scene before, told us to take it outside, I went first, and just kept on going.
I slept alone in the boss's guest room that night. |
This added to my distrust of women. Why do they do things like this?
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