Wayne knew that I liked to write poetry and after ready some of my material; he was a little more interested in me. Funny how that happened. We worked shift work, so some of our time was spent IM each other or on the phone. Wayne was my supervisor for the night and needless to say, he spent a lot of time hanging around my desk. Wayne became very flirtatious which was surprising to me. Wayne was like the white dude at work and I never got that impression that he like dark meat.
Wayne always wanted to make sure I was okay. We talk about my inspirations for my poetry. I let Wayne know that most of what I wrote was true events, that I was a very sexual person and that I lived for the adventures. Wayne let me know that when he was younger and in the service that he was beast. Wayne told me about his threesome, foursome and nights he wishes he could re-live. I just smile taking it all in. "The things I could do to you" Wayne said to me in passing. "Wayne you couldn't handle me on your best day, so keep it movin" I said back to him. "You want to find out?" Wayne asked. I just laughed not taking him very serious and kept walking, but I found myself daydreaming about what sex would be like with him. Wondering what his dick would look like. Would it be big, long, short, and fat? Would it be pale, pink with blond hair, or was it as tanned as he? How would he feel? All of those things crossed my mind.
The more I saw Wayne, the more appealing the idea of sleeping with him became. Wayne was sexy and would be even cuter if he would just cut that damn piece of hair that serves no purpose other than making him look older than he is. Wayne had arms and legs for days. He carried himself being post-military with confidence and charisma. Yea I could see myself doing the nasty with him.
We flirted for months before I got the nerve to answer his challenge. We decided to meet at a hotel that was midway for both of us. I was so scared, I think we both were. I love kissing. To me kissing is foreplay; if you are a good kisser, my panties automatically fall off.