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REAL life experience....cruel lady
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A lunchtime drink
.. from 2013
I want to tell you about some `real life' occurrences that have happened to me or I have been a witness to. Usually they take the form of describing the ladies reaction when I introduce the theme of men fighting each other into our conversation. Yesterday a girl I know gave a spontaneous reaction along these lines which I wanted to share on here with you. It is not a great happening, but, knowing the girl as I do, it had quite an impact on me when I thought on it afterwards. Anyway read on
, all true
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A male cousin, Jed, who I have not seen for ages called on me unexpectedly late morning and we decided to walk across the fields to the local pub for lunch and a pint or three.
Halfway there we met, walking her dog, Hannah a good friend of mine from the next village. Asking her to join us for lunch, the three of us wended our way to the pub.
Hannah and I are great friends but sadly only that. 18 months ago I had asked her if we could be lovers but she had said no as she did not like the idea of deceiving my long term partner. I still `carry a flame' for her though and often think of what it would be like to do her. She is late 40s, slimly built. Attractive but not a beauty, she is intelligent, witty, with a very demure caring and ladylike nature. Nature lover, charitable causes, that sort of thing.
Having ordered lunch the three of us settled down to our beers and were soon chatting away merrily. Jed and I are both in our early 50s and have always been close - same attitude to life, politics etc. Naturally with this closeness, and the fact that we had not seen each other for a while fuelling our good-natured banter, it could not help but be obvious to Hannah how much Jed and I had meant to each other throughout our lives.
I have noticed that, in any situation where there are two men and one woman, and where they are all mutually attracted to each other, that, more often than not, the men always end up competing in some way for the woman. I don't think it is always a conscious thing either - but yesterday because of my feelings for Hannah, I was subtly trying to put Jed down in her eyes. This would stem from the fact that I know he has far more success with women than I ever could have. He is an inch taller than I, and though I hate to admit it, more handsome too. He has a real way with women and I could tell that Hannah was interested in him and had picked up rather quickly that despite how well Jed and I got on, and how far we went back, that we were gently `jousting' over her. She seemed to like it. Its by the by but, I think actually, that she was deriving a little pleasure from my situation as a rejected `suitor' having to witness her being buttered up by another hopeful cock.
As the pints went down and we enjoyed ourselves sitting outside the pub by the river we noticed a lot of birdsong on this, the first good weather day of the year so far. Hannah said "oh yes Spring is in the air alright" and Jed said " yes, all that sap is rising!" to which Hannah, looking at us both in turn, said in an uncharacteristically vampish voice "ooh, I like the sound of the sap rising". All innuendo and double entendre but it excited me as it was quite a surprise to her her speak in this sexy (and a little bit sluttish) way. My cock stirred.
Shortly after this Jed and I began to good-naturedly differ on some point (I cant even recall what it was, probably testosterone and my semi-hard cock were to blame). We contested the point back and forth, each retorting and repudiating the others point of view, all in totally good-natured way. During this I glanced at Hannah and she was watching us narrowly, with a catlike enjoyment of our argument. It was as Jed and I carried on verbally thrusting and parrying away at each other, our argument gradually escalating, that she said it. "Ooh, you're not going to fight are you?". She was smiling as she said it but I saw her gleaming eyes, sparkling with delighted anticipation. She fucking well wanted us to fight. She fucking wanted us to fight. She desired violence from us despite (or more likely because) of what she knew Jed and I meant to each other. She had smelt our rivalry and it had turned her on, for a fleeting instant she had wanted it all and her eyes had betrayed her. We all laughed and the conversation moved on but we had all picked up on the sexual tension in the air for that all to brief moment.
That is really the end of the incident, but as I type this, I have been pondering just what had passed through her usually demure mind in that instant. Had she visualised two men who she knew cared greatly for each other, scratching, clawing, gouging,and pummelling viciously away at each other in an all out brawl to possess her, to take her?
I believe without doubt that she did. Now I know this aspect of her nature I shall try and draw her out conversationally as I have done with other members of `The Gentle Sex' that I know.
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Posted on : May 26, 2016
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