taking chances

On my last trip to the Gold Coast, I shared room with a female colleague, Luscious. It was cool. The girls are very comfortable around me and I have no problem with them. After checking in and unpacking, we changed and went out for dinner. Brought back a bottle of white wine. Me and Luscious and 2 other guys, Deejay and Rocky. We gossiped, talked, laughed, bitched and drank. After awhile, Rocky left us cos he was too tired. Then Luscious called it a night too. So it was me and Deejay on the balcony drinking the wine under the beautiful starry night. We were both high. And when I tried to stand I kept falling. I felt so foolish. Deejay was having the same problem. And we were flirting and subtly touching each other.

Me being the FLIRT that I am took every chance I could to run my hand thru his hair, or touch his face, or rub my legs against his. And I kept on hinting about how cold it was. To my defense, it really was cold. The wind was blowing. So we moved clsoer to each other. It felt so good to feel his warmth against my body. Finally, I couldn't stand it and told him, we really should go in. And we did. By this time, Luscious was already fast asleep with only one solitary nightlight on. I sat on my bed and he sat on the floor next to my bed. And I'm like "darling.. you know what? I think U should jsut stay over. It's too late, and you're too drunk."

And he went, "Ok.. I'll just sleep on the floor" To which I nearly screamed NO but instead calmy pulled myself to his ear, nudging his cheek and whispering "it's ok.. You're not my type, I won't touch you"

To which he stared at me and then took off his shirt and crawled into bed. Needless to say, I was only in my boxers by then. He pulled the blankets up to his neck then took his pants off. We just lay there talking. And I told myself, if this goes on, I might die of boredom. So I got up, repositioned myself and placed my head on his abs. Now that was mroe comfortable. And we spoke more. I cannot remember about what. All I know is my hands were rubbing his chest and he was holding my hand. Then my body just took over. And I climbed over him. And straddled him. And he was like, "waht are you doing?"

I touched his nipple and said "waht do you think?" I kissed his chest. And kissed his abs going lower to his boxers. And he stopped me. "No no no no no, Luscious is sleeping right there"

I told him, we'll be quiet. No one needs to know. And tried my best to yank his shorts off but couldn't. He was definitely much more stronger than me. I gave up and collapsed on him. And we jsut lay there. Basking in each other's warmth. I looked up and kissed him. And he kissed me back. Soft and tender.

We switched positions, spooning. Me inside. And I still did not give up. I reached back trying to grab his crotch but he was quicker than me! The bastard was playing hard to get. I turned to face him, and we kissed some more. I rolled on top of him and again straddled him, trying to slip his shorts off. But he held me in a deathgrip and never let go. We fell asleep, me in his arms.

It was nice.
I was kind of glad we didnt have sex. This was more fun. More connective and sensual. I was glad. I love the way he smells. Just lying there. Talking and falling asleep in his strong arms. The warmth of his body still lingers in my mind.