Dinner, drinks and....

Over the past few weeks, we've been talking about different things we could do next. Ranging from another date with the guy she met this summer, to someone totally new. After some talk, she decided she was up for someone new, but not a big night like we had on the third date with the guy over the summer. I've told her several times that one of (if not the) favorite moment for me from the third date was seeing her making out with another man. As hot as the sex was, just the intensity of watching her kissing (and I mean KISSING) another guy drove me wild. She suggested that maybe we could try just that....her making out with another guy, sometime. We decided to give it try last weekend :-)

She put an ad up looking for suggestions on places to meet guys that would be up for making out in front of me. She got a few replies and after some back and forth, narrowed it down to two choices by Saturday, eventually picking one guy to try it with later that night. She sent him time/place info (for a bar that we've been to...in fact same bar she had been to on her second date), along with my cell phone number. So we headed out for dinner. Might also be worth noting that just a week or so earlier, she had texted me to let me know she had just bought a new, extra-small, black sweater dress....but I hadn't gotten to see it until Saturday night. It's very snug, and short (about mid-thigh) and she wore it with her black boots that have a nice heel....along with some big loop earrings. When she was in the bedroom getting ready and putting on her makeup, I couldn't help but think that she was not only getting dressed up for me, but him too (or maybe all for him!) :)

Had a great meal, then went over to the bar and luckily got there just as a couch in the back was opening up. We grabbed the couch and ordered some drinks as we waited for him to arrive (we got there early so we could scope a good spot). While we were having our drinks and chatting, whe noticed that it wasn't quite as secluded (or dark) as she was hoping, and she also said she was getting nervous. Not really bad nervous, just that anxiety (and I think excitement) that comes with meeting someone new, especially under these circumstances :-) Eventually he arrived (after texting me to let me know he was running late)...

(to be continued)