A Cuddle Booking Took an Unexpected Turn... Update
It is now 9:00 p.m. Tuesday evening as I am writing this. My cuddle session happened. She actually showed up.
For once, my inner skeptic was wrong. I'm extremely relieved, but honestly, pretty shocked. Before she got here, the time she was supposed to arrive came and went. I was sure I was right and she was going to be a no-show or have an excuse for why she couldn't make it.
Nope. She showed up looking fucking totally amazing. No shit. Fine, thin body, massive breasts, nice butt, pretty face, and wearing tight jeans and a top.
We sat and talked for a bit. She drank wine she brought, and I had a beer. Then she started showing me the outfits she brought to cuddle in. Holy fuck. Small, lacy, see-through shit. This was a platonic cuddle, mind you. I didn't know what to do. They were all very revealing. Some lace panties were so small she might as well not have bothered wearing them. So, in order not to come across as creepy, I asked her to pick. She chose a sheer, small, pretty much see-through top and some silky shorts.
She came out of the bathroom, and it was all I could do not to stare. Her boobs and nipples were very visible. We talked about her tattoos, then we climbed into bed. She wrapped her arms around me, laid her head on my chest, smashed those huge tits against me, and we talked for two hours.
It took everything in me not to grab those tits. But I was the gentleman and kept it platonic. Time flew by. She had to go. Long drive back home.
Before she went into the bathroom, we hugged (those fucking tits), she kissed my cheek, then went and changed back into her clothes. We hugged again, she kissed my cheek again, and we said our goodbyes, hoping to do it again in the future.
I was not let down for a change. A plan with a woman actually went like it should have gone. Actually, it went better. Yes, I know I paid for that, but honestly, at this stage of the game, it would be the only way I would ever be with a woman who looked the way she did. I'm OK with that.
Why?
Because, for once, a plan was made, and it was followed through. I was not left hanging... alone. Sure, I am alone right now, but honestly, I am relaxed, ready for bed, can still smell her on me, and know I will sleep like a fucking baby tonight.
She is too far away for this to be a regular thing, but it was a welcome reprieve from the bullshit I have had with women over the past couple of years.