Thursday, June 08, 2006
Beachside Babe (Pt. 1)
My friend P lives over the hill in Santa Cruz, and we started hanging out together a bit last spring. She had put an ad on Craigslist, just looking for a woman she could play pool with. I had been looking to get back into it myself, so it was good timing. She was not quite as good as me, but she was improving fast, so we had some good matches down the road in Capitola at Fast Eddie's. Tuesday night was a freebie for ladies.
P and I found a number of things in common. She is also over fifty, and in great shape too. Everything about the woman is imposing, starting with her height. She is about six feet tall, big-boned but lean, with a slow and relaxed way of walking. Her hair is cut straight down near shoulder length, ash blonde. Usually she likes to wear a colored bandana over her head.
Her voice is very deep and distinctive. Before we met, after I had spoken with her on the phone to confirm our meeting time, I told a friend that this P woman sounded like a tranny. I wasn't sure. But then she may have wondered about me, since my voice sounds really deep too.
I'm glad we did not let our voices get in the way! Meet we did. P rents a room in this big old house near the university. It is huge and spacious beyond belief and it is very easy to feel lost in it. P's room is up the wide wooden stairs, and has a view overlooking the ocean.
But it's not the view of the ocean that really grabs me when I first enter the room. It's those gorgeous color photographs on her wall I'm looking at. Gawking might be better. Pictures of P and some of her circle of lesbian and bisexual women friends. Doing all sorts of yummy erotic things to/with one another, like fisting each other, wearing strap-ons, and just having fun in general.
They are mind-boggling, beautiful pictures. Both lovely to look at and very erotic. The combination is wonderfully achieved. I almost feel like bursting into tears. This was what I was looking for when I re-entered the fray of female dating again. Experiences like this.
Immediately I want one of the photos. It shows P and her friend A, a lovely looking girl in her early 40s, with long curly auburn hair. They are lying side by side, naked, gazing happily into one another's eyes. It is a beautiful photo, because of the energy there between the women.
P is pleased by my reaction, but not surprised. Everybody reacts that way apparently. But she says she would have to ask A's permission; they are after all quite naked, and A doesn't know me from Adam. Or Eve, I guess we're talking.
Those photos. I can't get them out of my mind. We go off to play pool but those images.
I think I want to work my way into P's Inner Circle of friends.
To Be Continued
P and I found a number of things in common. She is also over fifty, and in great shape too. Everything about the woman is imposing, starting with her height. She is about six feet tall, big-boned but lean, with a slow and relaxed way of walking. Her hair is cut straight down near shoulder length, ash blonde. Usually she likes to wear a colored bandana over her head.
Her voice is very deep and distinctive. Before we met, after I had spoken with her on the phone to confirm our meeting time, I told a friend that this P woman sounded like a tranny. I wasn't sure. But then she may have wondered about me, since my voice sounds really deep too.
I'm glad we did not let our voices get in the way! Meet we did. P rents a room in this big old house near the university. It is huge and spacious beyond belief and it is very easy to feel lost in it. P's room is up the wide wooden stairs, and has a view overlooking the ocean.
But it's not the view of the ocean that really grabs me when I first enter the room. It's those gorgeous color photographs on her wall I'm looking at. Gawking might be better. Pictures of P and some of her circle of lesbian and bisexual women friends. Doing all sorts of yummy erotic things to/with one another, like fisting each other, wearing strap-ons, and just having fun in general.
They are mind-boggling, beautiful pictures. Both lovely to look at and very erotic. The combination is wonderfully achieved. I almost feel like bursting into tears. This was what I was looking for when I re-entered the fray of female dating again. Experiences like this.
Immediately I want one of the photos. It shows P and her friend A, a lovely looking girl in her early 40s, with long curly auburn hair. They are lying side by side, naked, gazing happily into one another's eyes. It is a beautiful photo, because of the energy there between the women.
P is pleased by my reaction, but not surprised. Everybody reacts that way apparently. But she says she would have to ask A's permission; they are after all quite naked, and A doesn't know me from Adam. Or Eve, I guess we're talking.
Those photos. I can't get them out of my mind. We go off to play pool but those images.
I think I want to work my way into P's Inner Circle of friends.
To Be Continued
