We did finally get into our fancy clothes and up the elevator to the hotel bar. He wore a deep red button down, and I my flirty blue dress with a frilly angled edge that I bought in New Orleans. I pulled out of storage my 4″ spike heels with open toe to reveal my new purple-black pedi.
We were late for the bar opening, about 5:20PM, so the wait was long and all the window tables had been taken.
We had an early dinner reservation at a restaurant his dad frequented during his long career as a banker in the city. A very casual, quirky Italian restaurant in North Beach.
We had one drink and jumped in an Uber.
I let him order dinner, I ordered myself red wine. I was feeling happy, I talked a lot. Told him about my 17 year relationship that had ended about a year ago, and how our sex life was shit, but I had been faithful and monogamous to the bitter end. During all those years, most days I masterbated in the shower before work. We fucked 2-3 times per month, maybe. It was miserable, but I had absolutely no idea what was possible.
I offered to pay for dinner and requested a glass of limoncello. Not on the menu, but the waiter went behind the bar and gave me half a glass of the secret stash. It was wonderful. I got drunker.
Early for our next adventure, I walked extremely deliberately down Columbus to a Tiki Bar I knew a few blocks in on Broadway. He finally joined me for another drink.
Uber to the club, and we had a small table right near the dance floor. Two more cocktails for me and a few shots of Grey Goose for Nerdie. We yelled at each other while people watching, I waiting for a familiar song to dance to. It never really materialized.
We commented on what was surely was an escort wearing knee high boots and a tight sweater-fabric dress in which there was no way to bend over in a “lady-like” fashion. I made it to and from the bathroom without incident.
We Ubered three blocks back to the hotel.
That’s where my memories of the night ended. These were the stories retold to me the following morning.
We started smooching on the bed. Things got heated and the “Later” sex started happening. He stopped because I was mostly falling off the bed. Thank god I nailed the “Now”!
I undressed and insisted I sleep naked, which is true at home.
I wondered toward the bathroom, but apparently went for the hotel door to the hallway in my birthday suit. He jumped up, and pointed me toward the bathroom. Successful trip, no incidents.
Insisted repeatedly that I don’t throw up. True, I haven’t puked since 1999, and the record stands. Passed the fuck out.
When I began stirring around 10AM, I opened my eyes to reveal a large white expanse in front of me while my naked ass was pressed up against his cock. I had crowded him almost right off the bed the entire night. He hung on to me for dear life for hours.
While he retold me this fantastical tale, I froze waiting for his voice to sharpen and his face to get angrier, but it never happened. We both just laughed and laughed.
After a greasy breakfast, we drove toward his home. He showed me his work. We ate ice cream at his favorite place in Sebastopol. I found my first FWB.