Date with southern chick

Texted her at 12:20, even though she was supposed to call me at noon. She tells me she’s running late. I tell her to bring nail polish and wear a cute skirt. She ignores the cute skirt thing and says ok to the nail polish.

She arrives just as a guy calls me about an apartment. I switch plans and have her go apartment hunting with me. We wind up going on an adventure date. We go to the apartment, where I show her where I will be living, which got her thinking of us having sex in the room (she wondered if my new roommate will hear us).

Earlier while she was driving me she asked how old I was. I absurdified and said I was 98, I have an aunt who works in the skin care industry and I have superior genes. She asked again, seriously, so I told her. I’m overqualifying because I’m younger, so I start looking at her like I want to fuck the shit out of her, pulling her hair, and kissing her. That seemed to relieve her self image issues.

During lunch she asked what kind of girl I looked for. I told her a subset of qualities, the ones that she matched: fun, easygoing, not condemned to shitty office jobs.

Throughout the day I led her around town, occasionally spinning her to me, heavy make out while grabbing her hair, ass, or tits, then breaking off and continuing like nothing happened.

While she was driving I tried to get my hand into her pants. She said it tickled, then put my hand where she wouldn’t be tickled: her pussy. So I fingered her through her pants the whole ride. After lunch (we had sushi) she complained about her fingers smelling like fish. I said that’s what happens when you play with yourself all night thinking of me. After the car ride, I complained about my fingers smelling like fish.

We park in front of my place. Unfortunately we ran out of time again. But she was on the rag anyway (another reason she didn’t let me put my hand down her pants). So I pulled her seat down, got on top of her, yanked her hair, choked her, bit her neck, grabbed her tits and ass, rubbed her pussy through her pants, then shook her hand and said I had fun, we should do this again, and left her hot and heavy.

Oh, i also found out she used to be a stripper. Big natural tits, nice ass. Hot southern accent. I can’t wait.

Lessons learned:
- apparently my domination skills work well on girls other than art chick
- this chick is a perfect example of “no response is a green light”. She’s barely shown any physical responses to me touching her, but I went from a kiss at the beginning of the date to holding hands, having my arm around her, pulling her hair, squeezing the back of her neck, feeling her tits over and under her shirt, grabbing her ass over and under her jeans, fingering her through her jeans, having her put my hand on her pussy. If I had waited for huge responses I would still be touching her arm every so often