Tower Of Babel

OK, maybe its time to say suppem…no, I haven’t got any mind boggling news to share. Let’s just say that I got home a bit earlier tonight than I usually do on Thusday….private practice was a bit slow tonight…all of four patients…so I left at 6:30 PM. Traffic coming home wasn’t bad, which is a bit unusual for rainy weather….rahtid, rain been falling for about ten or twelve days now. Not that I mind it still…..nights cool and place a very emerald green. So, I have a bit of bloggage time.

What else a gwaan? Ok, maybe I can share a little true story with mi peeps. ‘Bout a week ago I went out on a solo move passing thru one of Kingston’s night spots. Headed for the bar where I ordered a VX and coconut water, and started sipping on same while surveying the place. Wasn’t very packed which I don’t mind as one who nuh too love tight crowds. Eventually, after looking around I saw a lass sitting alone at a table for two and from my vantage point, she never look too bad so I eventually walked over and asked if she minded if I joined her. She said that I should be her guest and I took up the other seat. Her drink was on the finishing and being a gentleman (yeah right, more like rude bwoy on the prowl) I asked her what she was having….”Red wine” was the reply. I roped een the ‘tender and ordered another drink for her.

She was wearing a blouse which showed up nuff cleavage. She had them smaller kinda breasts with perky nipples that were not exactly hiding the fact that she was braless beneath the blouse. I much prefer too little than too much in the mammary region still… She had on jeans that hugged her curves pretty well. Soon, the music changed, and the DJ started playing some choice Reggaeton tracks and we both started to bounce. She asked me if I like Reggaeton and I replied in the affirmative. Next she asked me if I could habla espanol, and I told her yes, pretty well. I asked her if she knew Spanish and she said no, but wanted to learn. We chatted small talk for about another half hour and danced to a few tunes at which time she told me she had to leave.

I asked her how she was going home and she took her car keys out of her small handbag. It was a bit after midnite and I told her that I didn’t think she should drive home solo on the streets of City Kingston. She said it was no problem to her, but I insisted that I follow her and eventually she said I could. She lived in Havendale.

After about a fifteen minute drive, she pulled into her driveway and I saw her to the door where she said it was nice meeting me. We switched digits and I told her I would call her the following day to arrange a link up…probably for dinner or the like.

I called her at about midday the next day…it was a Saturday, she was having her hair done and said she would call back when she was finished. She rang me back at about 2 PM and we chatted again. I asked her what plans she had for the night, she said none apart from TV. So, I decided to ask her out for dinner….suggested Chinese and she said fine…pick up at 8 PM.

Showered, put on some decent cologne and ‘ting and pulled up at her gate at about 7:45 PM in the Accord. She was waiting on the verandah……but to my surprise…the girl was in shorts for a dinner date! And I talking shorts weh print out the buff to rass! Now, I man balls produce testosterone, but I was planning to take this girl to a decent restaurant to eat Chiney food….if she was going to wear that get up, I think the venue woulda haffi change! (Much as I didn’t too mind what I was seeing thru the shorts still…)

So when she jumped into the cyar and sat on the leather of my front seat I asked her if she remembered that we were going to eat, to which she replied yes. I then asked her if she was comfortable going to dinner in shorts. Yes again. (Hmmm…I am now starting to think to myself…..is wah kinda girl dis??)

Driving on the way I now decide that we are going to Bamboo Village Restaurant where we can probably hold a secluded seat, rather than at Dragon Court where most tables kinda deh pon de front page o de restaurant.

On the way she starts to fiddle with the CD player in my wheels and next thing I know, she wanted to change the CD that was playing (Shaggy, Clothesdrop……btw, not that I meant any clothes to drop stilll)…but she wanted to hear suppem elase…like Reggaeton…which I did have. Anyhow, girl didn’t know what to do and next thing I see ‘Error’ coming up on the screen for the CD player and all music stop bloodclaat play! I was not exactly amused as I told her that I would have changed it, as it is a bit technical if you have never used it before. So I got a bit pissed. Realizing that I was a bit cheesed off she said she was sorry and I pulled over and switched the engine off and restarted the car. That is what has to be done and the player spat out the CD that got stuck in it. I loaded the Reggaeton CD and all was well and we continued on our way. She started to bounce to the track and asked me if I was still vex, told her no I was alright.

Next question was what I did for a living. I told her I was a doctor…didn’t get into the details of being a dermatologist. Rass!! When she heard I was a medic it was as if her glad bag buss! “You’re a doctor!? That’s great!” (Wasn’t such a big deal to me…but whatever floats your boat!) I am now getting vibes that this lass may well be a gladys looking for a man with some semblance of stability (perhaps a professional) to link.

We reach the restaurant and I see a waiter that has served me before. I yow up de bredrin and tell him I need a table for two…but well secluded. “No problem boss!” He shows us to a small room in which we are the only people and we sit down.

After he took our order, let’s call her Sherice, moves her chair to come and sit beside me rather than across from me. She then askes if she can have wine, and I told her yes. In fact I decided to join her. Our waiter brings two glasses of Merlot and while we wait on food she starts to drink and chat. “You know, I have always admired doctors for their work, and not to mention how much money they make!” I didn’t say anything in response to the comment. Next thing I know, Sherice is moving even closer to me and has a hand resting on my thigh. I still don’t say anything, apart from, ‘You seem pretty comfortable with me for someone you just met last night.” Her reply is that,”I get good vibes from you!” I chuckled at the comment and then I feel her hand moving up towards my crotch, which she starts stroking. Though I am not too happy with the vibes I was getting from her, things start to get hard in my jeans (hey, I’m male)……eventually the waiter arrives with our order and her stroking pauses while we eat. Food was good, sweet and sour pork, shrimp fried rice and a special chow choy. For dessert she had ice cream and I had a slice of rum cake.

I had plans to go for drinks after, but somehow, this girl was moving a bit too fast for me, so I had another drink there with her and then paid the bill. I decided against another stop except maybe at her house if she invited me in. While driving home, she starts feeling up mi hood again, in fact, that went on all the way driving to her house, and she slipped her hand under my shirt and was stroking the hair on my lower belly and playing with my nipples.

We reach to her house and I park on the sidewalk and she says that I must come in for a drink……informing me that,”My parents are sleeping….” I think to myself, I will go in, but clearly this girl is going to want a work, but it seems she has motives….thinks I am some loaded doctor. Well, I may be loaded, but not with the type of load that she really looking! I follow her on to the verandah and she says she will soon be back with a drink for me, apologizing that she only has rum….not that I was complaining. Next thing I know, before she comes back outside, the light on the verandah goes off and it is only the glow of the sodium vapour street lamp that is lighting up the front porch. She sits beside me in a chair that can fit two and we start to drink…she doing most of the talking. The crotch groping starts again and next thing I know she pulls my belt and zipper feeling for my hood in my boxers, which is again getting hard. I hold her hand stopping her…….She looks up at me, “I want you, now!” I say to myeslf, “Wah de rass wrong wid you….everything being laid before you and you having second thoughts….” I pushed her hand away and told her I was sorry. I just started getting bad vibes. All of a sudden I saw crosses…..for all I know boots a go buss, or some unwanted pregnancy and a life ‘o crosses and misery follow me to blurdcleat! I fixed my crotch and pulled up my zipper and told her I was leaving. Of course, she seemed dispapointed. I left and told her I would call, but I haven’t. She has, however, and wants to link again. But I’m not really interested.

What y’all think? I know nuff of you rude dudes are saying to yourself, “Yow, you shoulda did kill it!” But hey, I’m not 24 years old anymore. Not everything that comes on the offering has to be taken, you seeit? That would have been raw sex (and quite likely baited too). Not that nutten wrong wid raw sex sometime, but usually, I prefer to be the one to make them kinda advances……..I just didn’t like the vibes this girl was a ‘let off’ (that’s a pun on words btw!) Anyhow, you cyaan seh I never give you nutten to read. Buss some comments nuh and have a good weekend when it comes.

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