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So, it's about 2am and I'm just getting off the coach bus from work. As I go to unchain my bike I notice two girls, one in the bushes acting erratic and another, a cute latina, standing off to the side as if keeping watch. I assume her friend needs to piss, hence the erratic behaviour and her chilling in the bushes, and continue to unchain my bike unphased. The latina signals her friend of my presence, and her friend runs off into the parking lot yelling obnoxiously. I chuckle at this and ask if her friend's alright, a mixed tone of amusement and sarcasm in my voice. "Nah she needs to piss..." she says, as she walks of the grassy mound she was keeping watch from down to the pavement where I am still fiddling with my bike lock. She continues on about how they got off at the wrong stop, and something about calling a taxi, but I'm focused on the passcode on my bike lock, only mentioning to her that there will be another bus in the hour.
She gets in closer now and and literally crouches to look into my face, as i'm hoodied up and looking at my bike.
Her: "You're cute."
Me: looking into her face, "thank you, as are you" (I don't like replying to compliments like this, but it just rolled off my tongue)
Her: "This is your bike?"
Me: "Mhm"
Her: "you live around here?"
I point south, nod and and say "down there" returning to my bike (When women approach me i tend to act busy and aloof, but polite and warm nonetheless, warming up to them slowly)
Her: "we're from.." and continues to relay her story to me
I've unchained my bike and now as i straighten up i look into her face and say "You look south american, where are you from" (i'm nonchalant by nature, and acting really low effort as evidenced by these tepid questions lol)
Her: "Mexico.......and Polish, you?"
Me: "I was born in England but i'm Jamaican"
Her: "Well I knew that" (it's the jamaican lilt in my accent
)
She continues..."You're really cute...I like black guys, they're my type" (lmao how blatant..)
Me: After a long pause, turning to my bike, I turn back to look at her "We should link up some time"(pause)
Her body language seems open so i proceed.. "What's your number?". For some reason i really had the urge to just grab her and kiss her, but this would be 100% incogruent so i dampened the urge
I pull out my phone, and she does likewise. By now her friend has returned and stands up on the hill, evidently highly intoxicated.
She starts to tell me her digits, then forgets the last few digits. She tries again, but still doesn't remember them, so I take her phone from her, playfully flustered.
Her: "O you're dialing your number..smaaarttt.."
I struggle with her touchscreen a lil so make small talk in the process "So what were you guys up to tonight?"
She tells me what they did and mentions how her friend spilled beer on her bag
Me: "She's a good friend"
Her: "What..No!..." and starts to tear her friend i new one to me
I'm a little amused but distracted and hand her back her phone, getting ready to pull my bike out from the rack
Her: " I don't even know your name, what's your name?"
Me: "Topcat" i say and take her hand, "yours?"
Her: "Alicia"
I punch it into my phone with her number.
A little more banter takes place but I don't remeber the details, and then i roll out my bike (finally)
Alicia: "Wait what was your name again?"
Me: "Topcat"
Alicia: "Oh yeah I knew that" (?? she didn't seem that drunk...)
Not looking back i say "I'll text you Alicia"
Alicia: "Alright then" in a boisterous type of way
And I'm off...
Not more than a minute into my journey I realise how horny I am and begin cussing myself as I realise how easily I could have turned this into a instant lay. She certainly wouldn't have cared if i stole her away from her friend, for a romp in the parking garage. She didn't seem to care much for her much as, all the while during our interaction i remember her barking orders to her friend to call a taxi, not to mention when we were waiting in line for the bus i remember specifically being annoyed with this latina girl in front of me, as she cussed out her "friend", telling her to pay her bus fare (lmfao).
Well whatever.. it's just more data points for the road. It aint the first and won't be the last, I just need to think quicker on my toes. I think quitting porn/jacking off will add the extra edge I need to get my dick overpowering my complacent mind.
Onward!
Topcat
She gets in closer now and and literally crouches to look into my face, as i'm hoodied up and looking at my bike.
Her: "You're cute."
Me: looking into her face, "thank you, as are you" (I don't like replying to compliments like this, but it just rolled off my tongue)
Her: "This is your bike?"
Me: "Mhm"
Her: "you live around here?"
I point south, nod and and say "down there" returning to my bike (When women approach me i tend to act busy and aloof, but polite and warm nonetheless, warming up to them slowly)
Her: "we're from.." and continues to relay her story to me
I've unchained my bike and now as i straighten up i look into her face and say "You look south american, where are you from" (i'm nonchalant by nature, and acting really low effort as evidenced by these tepid questions lol)
Her: "Mexico.......and Polish, you?"
Me: "I was born in England but i'm Jamaican"
Her: "Well I knew that" (it's the jamaican lilt in my accent
)She continues..."You're really cute...I like black guys, they're my type" (lmao how blatant..)
Me: After a long pause, turning to my bike, I turn back to look at her "We should link up some time"(pause)
Her body language seems open so i proceed.. "What's your number?". For some reason i really had the urge to just grab her and kiss her, but this would be 100% incogruent so i dampened the urge
I pull out my phone, and she does likewise. By now her friend has returned and stands up on the hill, evidently highly intoxicated.
She starts to tell me her digits, then forgets the last few digits. She tries again, but still doesn't remember them, so I take her phone from her, playfully flustered.
Her: "O you're dialing your number..smaaarttt.."
I struggle with her touchscreen a lil so make small talk in the process "So what were you guys up to tonight?"
She tells me what they did and mentions how her friend spilled beer on her bag
Me: "She's a good friend"
Her: "What..No!..." and starts to tear her friend i new one to me
I'm a little amused but distracted and hand her back her phone, getting ready to pull my bike out from the rack
Her: " I don't even know your name, what's your name?"
Me: "Topcat" i say and take her hand, "yours?"
Her: "Alicia"
I punch it into my phone with her number.
A little more banter takes place but I don't remeber the details, and then i roll out my bike (finally)
Alicia: "Wait what was your name again?"
Me: "Topcat"
Alicia: "Oh yeah I knew that" (?? she didn't seem that drunk...)
Not looking back i say "I'll text you Alicia"
Alicia: "Alright then" in a boisterous type of way
And I'm off...
Not more than a minute into my journey I realise how horny I am and begin cussing myself as I realise how easily I could have turned this into a instant lay. She certainly wouldn't have cared if i stole her away from her friend, for a romp in the parking garage. She didn't seem to care much for her much as, all the while during our interaction i remember her barking orders to her friend to call a taxi, not to mention when we were waiting in line for the bus i remember specifically being annoyed with this latina girl in front of me, as she cussed out her "friend", telling her to pay her bus fare (lmfao).
Well whatever.. it's just more data points for the road. It aint the first and won't be the last, I just need to think quicker on my toes. I think quitting porn/jacking off will add the extra edge I need to get my dick overpowering my complacent mind.
Onward!
Topcat
