I sat on my sunny West facing Balcony on a blazing hot Sydney afternoon. Some random DJ mix shot out of my apartment and ricocheted between the apartment buildings and down into the city street below.
I sat there stripped to my boxers, a punchy vodka and orange in one hand a Cuban cigar in the other. I am the envy of every East facing neighbor from 10am til dusk. That lucky olive alcoholic bastard they must think. Sitting out on his balcony all day naked, drinking booze with topless regular bimbo’s at his side.
In a few short hours things would heat up. “A day long testament to true debauchery”. One filled with black spots, sexual climax, indecent exposures and contempt for family values.
It was 11pm when I rocked into the Starcity casino and slapped $100 down the Hold’em tables. After some shit talking with an ex recon sniper, a few weak hands and flirtations with the cocktail waitress I collected my chips and bounced to the bar.
There was a defensive five set, tucked into the couches on the right hand side of the bar. Their body language was cold and sometimes a good move is only as good as the timing in which it’s made. But who am I kidding; I didn’t have a move or an opener to ignite with, I was running completely freestyle tonight. There were no more sets to approach so I made the short five minute trip back to my apartment to cap the night with a few shots and the view of blurring downtown Sydney skyline serenading me to sleep.
The plan was short lived however. The vodka streamed through my veins and the neon lights sucked me back into the night. I dialed a few girls. No answers
When there is no rational choice in venue to sarge, all plausible options have been argued, the chips are down and the drunk mind simply wants to root something- The answer is The Pyrmont Bridge Hotel. After every last liquor license has expired and the freaks emerge from an all night binge session fueled by god only knows what illicit substance they all seem to congregate here. It’s almost a scene from some zombie ridden post apocalyptic thriller. They sense life from a small pub across the harbor and they stumble there in numbers.
Finding quality here is difficult, but who gives a damn at 3am.
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I struck conversation with a familiar face. One of my own countrymen as it turned out. Another mutant who grew up in my hometown, played for the same football club and knew a handful of iconic rugby heads only a shore boy could ever be familiar with.
At one point he asked me “So how does it work in this city? With the women I mean”
I suggested we ask a nearby two set, 7’s not bad. “Ladies, how does it work with Sydney women?” This improvised opener lead into friendly banter, a round of drinks and a cigarette outside. The girls were clearly into us and attraction was being built.
However I had no fixed target or for that matter a clear line of sight.
What I did fix on was a single seated cougar surrounded by at least six young suited men. They were encircling and towering over her like prey in some X rated sex go round. I interjected and opened her with an off the cuff comment about her dress. I quickly introduced myself to the circle jerk crew and went about a DHV routine on her. Moments later leaning in at the bar I propositioned her. “Let’s get out of here? My place is just up the road?”
I was offered a consolation prize, her number.
I turned back into the bar and saw a smiling face from afar. She approached me and it was obvious I had social proofed her and there was already an under current of attraction. “well hello there I’m KilKenny, I’m from Ireland, holidaying here y’know” We spoke on her home town for a while, I DHV’d with some knowledge on the economic situation over there which followed with playful banter about the thieving Irish coming to Australia to steal all our jobs. This fun interaction lead outside, proximity grew as cigarettes were lit.
Seeing her in the light confirmed my initial impression of her, long brown hair, a fantastic smile, secretary eye glasses and a womanly frame. She wore a cool leather jacket and spoke with words that carried an adorable Irish note.
Target acquired-
I took her hand and lead her back into the venue. I began escalating from here, sweeping my arm around her back and guiding her through the crowd and into the bar. I began playing with her jewelry then pulled her close to me after provoking a heightened emotional state through laughter.
“I like you, your fun, lets get shots”
I felt the time was right to propose the bounce, this girl didn’t need any more gaming. Anyone could see that it was high time for her heels to come off and her ass to be fucked senseless.
“Let’s get out of here? My place is just up the road?” – “Vodka?”
Killkenny “Well sir how could I say no. Now you are a gentleman aren’t ya?”
Back in the apartment I gave her the routine tour and lead her into my bedroom. There was no systematic escalation to speak of, we simply started making out and peeling off each others clothing.
I kissed down her midriff and climbed ontop. She bit her bottom lip, raised her chin and fell back into the pillow. Just when she thought I was about to slide in I pulled away and left the room to get an ice cold bottle of vodka. At this stage I was playing with her and she loved it- cracking up as I left the room. I returned and lay there naked, drinking straight double shots and teasing each other. I poured Smirn Off into her mouth and down her neck then licked it off. She was squirming and giggling like a young lass. I sucked it from her erect nipples and let it run between her legs. I couldn’t wait any longer…
The next day we continued to repeat this process, the memories are vague, distorted and extreme. But for those of you who are familiar with negotiating strong liquor, a super horny girl and ample amounts of sex know full well the day is often filled with black spots.
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What I do recall accurately was sitting out on my west facing balcony at high noon, completely butt naked together as she crouched between my legs and I sipped casually on a vodka, lime on the rocks.
I remember thinking “It won’t be long now until the authorities are knocking on my door, I better make the most of this”
It had completely slipped my mind that I had invited another girl over that day. And that in the same moment that my cock was being polished in the early afternoon sun she was infact downstairs buzzing to be let in.
Not to be a complete prick I let Kilkenny finish her job then clinically executed the great girlfriend swap. Without much tact I said “Look I’d hate to do this but my girlfriend just called she’s on her way here now. You really have to go”
Less than ten minutes later a second lingering female scent was garnishing my bedroom. Later Kilkenny sent me a text message saying “OMG I totally walked past your girlfriend on the way out this afternoon. ahaha oh dear”
CHAT