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Disturbing the neighbours

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One Tuesday evening I found myself staring at a sign on the tumble drier...

"DO NOT ATTEMPT TO DRY FABRICS CONTAMINATED WITH OILS OR OTHER FLAMMABLE SUBSTANCES. THIS MAY RESULT IN FIRE"

"Hmmm" I thought...

"Does candle wax count as a flammable?"

"...It'll probably be fine," I decided, shoving my bed sheets in with the rest of my white and vaguely pale clothes.

"Besides most of the wax should have come off in the wash...right?"

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On the Sunday two nights prior I had arranged to meet Allie. Allie was someone I had been chatting to for a little while through my kink profile. She was looking for a playmate, or ‘partner in crime’ as she put it, rather than a quick hook-up, which sounded pretty ideal to me[1]. Various photos and bits of titillating information had been exchanged. One Sunday afternoon she was shopping in the city and I managed to persuade her to meet me for coffee before she headed back to Queens.

I suggested a coffee place opposite the NY public library and I said I'd meet her on the library steps under a lion. (It would probably have been easier to meet her in the coffee shop, but meeting on the steps of the library had a certain ring to it.)

I turned up kind of early and waited around watching the fifth avenue comings and goings. A little while after I had bored of the stone lion's company, my date finally appeared.

"Allie?" I ask
"Yes," she replied.
"Nice to meet you!"

I boldly went for a European style greeting in the form of a hand-shake-cheek-kiss combo. However, this did not go well as she actively dodged my attempt to get near her face with my mouth, perhaps thinking I was trying to make out with her straight away. After this exceptionally awkward start we went across the street to get coffee, or tea in my case. (You should just assume this is what I mean every time I say "get coffee").

Conversation picked up and this time there weren't the awkward silences that occurred the first time I tried to meet someone though my kink profile. (The shot of whiskey I had before heading to the library steps may have helped with this).

We covered the basics of each other’s lives; she grew up in rural New Jersey but had moved to the city and was making a living bartending in Queens at a Korean dive. She was only twenty one and had dropped out of college a couple of years back. I don't think she told me her exact reasons, but I remember something about boyfriend issues and a penchant for smoking weed several times a day (a habit she claimed to have largely given up).

She was definitely attractive; blonde, thin, and with a nice face. However there was a subtle gauntness to her features that hadn't quite come across in her profile. It wasn't off putting at all but it kept her good looks in check somehow.

We talked a little bit about online dating and BDSM. She'd explored a lot of things with an old boyfriend and then they'd started fooling around with another girl as a couple. Apparently it was all good fun until her boyfriend decided to just date the other girl instead.

After I had made my way through my mini pot of tea, and she had finished her refilled cup of coffee, I suggested we go get something stronger to drink. She agreed and we boldly set out into the wastes of midtown, guided by my smart phone's bar suggestions.

"Would you like to hear my English accent?" she asked, while we were walking.
"Erm... Sure?" I replied.
I immediately regretted this answer. It was a terrible English accent.



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We decided to try the Park Avenue Tavern. After getting lost and wandering around inside Grand Central for a while, we eventually located the tavern a few blocks down. The place had a nice vibe, with plenty of dark wood, shiny brass and other elegant finishings. We got some food and a bottle of wine, though I stuck to a steak tartar appetiser so as not to test my stomach's panic reflexes too much.

The conversation kept rolling. Allie occasionally did this thing where she would excitedly tell me a random fact that was barely related to the conversation. (I'm guessing she originally heard them on NPR, or some other hip news source).

"Did you know," she would start, "that sharks can't actually get cancer?"

I found this quite cute, but unfortunately many of these facts landed somewhere between dubious and wrong, and I couldn't resist the urge to dispute them. (As politely as possible of course).

"I think I might have heard that somewhere, but I'm not sure I believe it. Cancer is such a complex process I'd be surprised if something as closely related to us as a shark could completely escape it. I mean our basic biochemistry is so similar."

Fortunately, she didn't seem to mind me doubting her facts... at least it didn't stop her offering them.

A glass and a half of wine down (she insisted on pouring for me), I asked: "So where do you think your submissive side comes from?"
"Daddy issues," she replied cheerfully and without hesitation.
"Oh really? Simple as that?"
"Yeah I guess. I mean my dad was never around when I was growing up, so I guess I never had a male figure to look up to."
"Fair enough..."

After I’d talked about where my own interests might have spawned from, and a few other things, I popped another big question:
"Would you like to come back to my place after this? I'm not sure I've figured out the etiquette for asking that question yet. It sometimes seems a bit rude to ask on a first date…"

"Yesss, I might do."

"Cool."

I smiled calmly.

Back at my apartment

When we got back to mine I opened some more wine and we continued to chat.

Not far into the first glass of wine she asked, "Can I use your bathroom, I need to go pee!"
"Sure, help yourself," I told her, wondering why she felt the need to clarify what she was going to do in there.

A bit more wine and conversation later I asked; "So are you up for fooling around?"
"Sure."
"Are there any things that you don't like to do, that I should stay away from?"
"Not really. I'm open to most things, although I prefer not to kiss unless I'm properly dating a guy."
"Really? Doesn't that get a bit awkward?"
"Not really. I mean some guys get annoyed about it, but that doesn't stop them having sex with me."
I had moved in close and began running my hand over her jeans.
"I don't think it would annoy me, although I guess it's a bit of a reflex I'd have to resist. Is it just the lips? Can I kiss other areas?" I asked
"Sure."

I began to lean further in and bring my hand further up her inner thigh.

"I need to go pee!" she said, fleeing to the bathroom.
"Again?"
"Don't worry I'm not doing heroin in your toilet or anything"
"Ha, ok good to know!" I said as she closed the door.

When she re-emerged from the bathroom she was no longer wearing trousers.

TO BE CONTINUED HERE.



[1] I had no idea what I was really looking for. I liked connecting with people, so ideally I wasn't looking for one night stands... but I wasn't likely to turn one down either.


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