In Search Of…

As I hear Chris’ words, I almost choke on the rum and coke.
I gasp!
“Huhhh!!!”
Quickly I recover and say, looking Chris in the eyes,
“What do you think Chris? Am I an easy lay? Is that why you plan on getting me drunk?”
 
" no not at all I wanted to think that but realised you arnt that type of lady so now I'd like to get to know you maybe buy you dinner or go to a club for a dance"
 
I sat in the bar, on the high stool, sipping what was left of my rum and coke, looking around the bar.
 
Again Chris’ cell buzzes and he excuses himself and scoots away.
I decide not to talk to him again, if and when he does come back.
Totally irritating attitude of his!
I felt like sticking that cell phone of his up his ass!
 
As I sit at the bar, this creepy old ugly pimp slithers up to me.
He is so ugly and frustrated looking, it’s like I can actually read his thoughts…


And then i walk in...i walk over, sit next to you and gently introduce myself. Simple talk...that gradually gets more intimate as we get to know each other. My place is nearby..quieter...we continue talking at my place...as we grow more intimate...we get closer...hands on legs...arms..face...i reach out and kiss you softly...again...your mouth opens..my tongue slips in...i take your hand..guide you to my bedooom..i un dress you to your panties..lick your pussy thru yu rpanties..slide them off...bury my tongue in your clit. Licking and fingering you...you moan as you grind your pussy into my face...im coated with your pussy ...you finally cum..pulling my head into you rpussy...im naked....and slwloy slide my 7 inch cock into you...you wrap your legs around my back ..i gently caress your face as we kiss and I slowly make love to you....we cum together....and cuddle to sleep

I mutter silently under my breath to him,
“Fuck off asshole.” And signal the bartender that he is harassing me.

The bartender comes over and walks up to him and kicks him out of the bar!
 
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I thank the bartender, he smiles at me and gets back behind the bar.
I think of the asshole who had just approached me and think to myself,
“The world is full of such shitheads, maybe I should have stayed at home!”
I sip the remnants of my rum and coke and look around the dimly lit bar.
 
Jacen walks in and goes to the bar, asking for a menu. Ordering an oolong tea, he sits down and takes in the bars decor. His blue eyes settle on the woman sitting next to him. She seemed mildly purturbed so he canted his head to the side with a concerned smile. "Is everything okay? You look a little annoyed."
 
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I turn my head to my right and see a kind faced, bearded guy.
“Yea, this place is full of bums. But then, the whole world is.”
I answer, grumpily.
 
"Well, I'm a nerd, so no worries there." Jacen replies jokingly as the Bartender brings him a menu.
"Oh good, I was getting awful hungry... hmm..." he glances over the menu and makes a bit of a confused face.
"Um... I don't mean to intrude on your time, but I'm on vacation here in Mumbai... do you think you might be able to suggest something good on the menu? It's all a bit arcane to me."
 
“New to Mumbai? Oh WOW!
What in the world are you doing here?”
I get up and take a high stool next to him and look at the menu,
“Well, it depends on your like and dislikes…
And whether you have veg or non-veg.
And also, whether or not you can stand spicy food.” I smile.
 
"Well, I work for an hvac company that's vieing for a contract to install heating and cooling in the building that's supposed to rival the Burj Kalifa." Jacen answered as he turned the menu so she could take a look with him. "Oh, there's not much I won't try, like oyster and anchovies... but other than that, I'm pretty open to new foods." He began to grin over the thought of being vegan. "I'm definitely a meat eater, gotta love a good st..." he caught himself. "Lamb chop." Pondering how hot he could stand, he had to admit his tolerance had dwindled over the years. "I can still handle some heat, but not as much as I used to. He watched her as she looked over the menu, smiling. "It's very kind of you to help me out like this, I really appreciate it." He said with a twinkle of admiration in his eyes.
 
“HVAC? What’s that?” I say, peering into the menu alongside you.
“You will not get anchovies in India, not here at least.
As for oysters, if you want them the way they say, “cook for 7 seconds”, it’s the pits.
You must try oysters that are well cooked, not the way they tout them in fancy restaurants and movies.
But, to suggest some food for you, I need to know just how spicy food can you tolerate?”
I say, looking you in the eyes, downing the last of my rum and coke.
 
"Hvac stands for heating, ventilation and air conditioning. So we install and work on furnaces, the air duct systems and air conditioner units. We can also make environmental chambers, like for labs and hydroponics." He was tempted to give her a business card but what would she need with a global hvac company?

"Well, to be honest, I've never actually tried anchovies, but I had what looked like an oyster on the half shell at a Chinese buffet once." He rambled before returning to the point at hand. "I really like curry powder, both red and green, but if we're talking hot peppers, about as hot as I care to go would be jalapeño hot, like I've tried ghost pepper before and that was just not fun. At all." Looking back, jacen took a sip of his tea, it felt like they were connecting, which was nice.
 
“Mmmmm, so now I know what HVAC is or at least I think I do.”
I giggle.
Chinese buffet sounds dangerous, knowing the kinds of things they eat.
That was really gutsy of you to have a Chinese buffet, I wonder what you ate in that.
Hheheheheheh.
Tell you what, why not have a simple red prawn curry and rice with some fried prawns.
Or you can have rotis instead of rice.
How does that sound?”
I look at you, liking the pleasant mannerisms you have and the nice sound of your voice.
I smile.
 
"Might have been stray cat or maybe some dog but the general tso's chicken always tastes good." Jacen joked along with her as she pointed out a few suggestions. "Fried prawn in red curry sounds wonderful, oooh, what is rotis? I don't think I've ever heard of it before. I could order both, right? Would you like to join me? I'd really rather eat with someone than alone." He motioned for the bar tender to come take his order.
 
I burst out laughing as I hear the words.
“Stray cat or dog?
Hehhehheh
You must have a very strong system!
Sure, would love to join you.
Fish is my favorite food.
And prawns and crabs are my favoritist.”
I say, smiling.
I continue,
“I do not know how to explain what rotis are.
You would have to see and taste them.
Though, in these cooking programs that one sees on TV, they are called bread.
But in India, bread and rotis are not the same.
Yet these top chefs, so called masterchefs, label them as the same!”
 
"Well, it could have been rat but I'd prefer to believe it was all chicken. Less disturbing that way, besides, they have some amazing sea food there too. There's this buttery coconut shrimp that is just to die for." Jacen considered his gastronomical fortitude for a moment and nodded, smiling proudly. "Yeah, I suppose I do have a strong stomach, I'm the only one in my family that will eat sushi for instance." He beamed when she agreed to join him and put his hand out. "Oh good, thank you for joining me, it would have been lonely eating my myself. My name is Jacen by the way, what's yours?"

"I've tried a fair amount of sea food, mostly of the battered and deep fried variety crab cakes, that sort of thing. Lobster once as a kid, cracking it open freaked me out and I haven't tried it since, unless it was in a dish. Okay, I'm guessing that rotis is some sort of flat or unleavened bread, like a pita or a flour tortilla? Do they serve it with toppings or do you use it to scoop up your meal?" He turned to the bar tender and put in their order, including an appetizer combo plate, just to give their meal an extra kick.
 
“Ewww!!!!” I shudder openly. “Rats?!! Amazing sea food or not, I would never like to eat anything in China. God alone knows what they will serve there.”
I reach out to shake your hand.
“Hi Jacen. I hope you are not the Jacen from Jason Goes to Hell…
That movie scared me!
Ohhh, I love lobsters, provided they are cooked with the right spices.
Yea, rotis are some kind of unleavened bread, though I hate to use the word bread for them.
As I told you, bread is something else altogether in India.
Yeah, rotis are used to kinda ‘scoop’ out the food.
You can get rotis served with toppings too, but you need to go to a place that serves that kind of roti.
Oh by the way, I’m Aarti. ”
I say, smiling at you.
 
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