A couple of raspberry Mojito's later it occurred to me that i had not went for a pee the whole evening! Now wether that was due to the fact i had been far to busy bating my eyelashes or the fact i may have been very dehydrated im not sure. However, what i am sure of at this point on an evening (when you have had a few to many) is that peeing in Spanx's comes hand in hand with sheer terror....
Anyway, i told Mr Music i had to go freshen up and he was very insistent that he would accompany me. As i stumbled off my bar stool he took my arm and guided me down a what seemed a mile long stair case where at the bottom was the door to the ladies bathroom. I gave Mr Music a wink and told him id be out soon thinking he was off for a pee too.
On entering the bathroom i was rather blown away, it was by far one of the grandest bogs id ever been too.... It was huge and there was mirrors running all up and down the walls that had make up stations with fancy lights. You know the ones that make you look hot if you dim them down because you look mysterious and like you could smolder something or someone with the blink of an eye! Then with the screw of the dim switch its all blindingly bright and you look utterly hideous because you can see every unwanted hair and spot !!,
Now, its bad enough trying (sober) to position yourself correctly while adjusting the spanx pee hole so that you pee with out any interference, one a miss leaded flow can turn into a pissy pants affair!! With years of experience i have came to the conclusion that its a hit or a miss. We are aiming for the miss!!
Just as i had myself perched in position (trousers round my ankles, spanks pulled to the sides, leaning forwards to try to encourage the flow in the right direction, eyes closes and looking to the ceiling in a kind of "don't pee on your Spanxs" prayer stance) i hear a knock at the door..... Good old Mr Music had decided to enter the ladies bathroom's looking for me......... Jesus Christ on a bike...., as if i didn't have enough to deal with at that moment!! He was standing right outside my cubical door?!?!
"What you doing in there" he laughed "having a poop?" CHARMING......
I laughed back and told him id be out in a sec, thinking he would wait outside so i could recommence with my urination. But oh no, that would be far to simple, he just perched himself at one of the makeup stations to wait. Now bearing in mind at this point there was no other woman in the bathroom but just as i was giving up hope of going for a pee a couple of ladies walked into the bathrooms and Mr Music said his apologies and shouted to me he would wait for me outside. By this point my need to pee had vanished and i decided it was probably time to head home. I mean what was he planning to do in the ladies bathrooms anyway?! I guess ill never know, thank goodness!!
If im honest, from that moment on i knew that this man was not for me. Don't get me wrong he was lovely but that little invasion of personal space was a bit of a shocker if not a little creepy for a first date.
As we got back up to the top of the mile long staircase (which Mr Music proceeded to grab my ass continuously on our incline) instead of heading back into the bar i suggested to Mr Music we call it a night. It was clear to see all the vino and cocktails was having an effect on him.
We caught a cab and he slobbered all over my face on the way home, it was the not so perfect way to end what started out to be a perfect date!!
Mr Music called me when he got home that night after dropping me off and he them called again the next day, which was a bit in my face. We went to the cinema that following evening to see "no strings attached". I started to think that maybe he wasn't that bad after all and that his forwardness the evening before was just a result of a little to much to drink. Nevertheless as the movie began Mr Music took my hand in his and then raised my fingers up to his mouth and started sucking and licking them....... Thank god it was dark because my face was not a pretty picture. It was a mixture of shock/alarm/laughter and disgust!! I let him do his thing and tried to just focus in Ashton Kutcher ;)
It then got to the point where my hand got lowered to his thigh and then moved higher and higher until it was on his semi aroused crotch area. Well if finger sucking/licking floats his boat then so be it but ill tell you one thing for sure - it don't float mine!
From that moment on Mr Music went to play his sweet music on some other lucky girl far, far away from me and my trusty old Spanx and i have survived to tell another tale!!
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