Meeting Dara

Written on July 9, 2004

Last Thursday afternoon, I was at the tow pound on the WestSide in New York City dealing with some of the normal bureaucratic stuff that goes on at all tow pounds – how to get my car back after it has been towed. It was a hot and humid summer day, I was sitting on the seats waiting to be called in; I was wearing shorts, teva sandals and a sleeveless T-shirt – definitely not dressed to impress.

There are a few people around me so I make light conversation with them although none of them were available - two couples and a handful of men. I was relaxed and friendly and importantly, it gave me instant social proof as you will see.

I notice this hot young thing walk in ... on this website you know her as Dara. (I wish I could tell you how attractive she is but I find it difficult to assign numerical ratings to women...it is often a binary thing for me, attracted to her or not. She was definitely in the former category). She is 23, short and petite, with curly hair and a fine body and an ass that defies description. (I, by the way, am about 40.)

I overhear her as she is talking with the attendant and from her accent it sounds like she is from a country that I had lived in quite a few years ago. Hmmm. I continue my random conversations with those around me. The couple next to me get up to leave just as she is asked to wait and she comes over to the waiting area, she sits right next to me (just about the only seat available – or maybe she wants to be next to me.) She is carrying a shopping bag from a department store in that country.

She takes a book out of her bag and opens it. I say casually "Are you from XYZ?" She looks at me with surprise... "How do you know?" she asks. I tease her in a C&F way, and then, before she thinks I am totally weird, I point to her bag and say "I used to live there."

She closes her book and turns towards me. We talk about her country, about the places that I loved there. About what she is doing in the US. Simply passing time. I notice that she is very eager to talk and initiates some dialog. I get called up and go to the window. I go about my business, and when I am done I turn around and notice that she is checking me out...

I go back and sit next to her again. She puts her book down. I say "Would you like to meet for a drink later?" She beams, looks up but says "No, I can't today, how about tomorrow?" I say, "Okay, let me have your number” I pull out my cell phone, and I comment about how very few people here send text messages. We laugh about that.

I call her the next afternoon. She does not pick up. I cannot meet her so I leave a message suggesting we get together the following day, Saturday. In less than 5 minutes I get a long text message "Got your message too bad about tonight, I have some tentative plans for tomorrow, but call me and we'll take it from there” I send a short response acknowledging that I got the message.

I have plans Saturday afternoon, but I call her at about 2 PM and we arrange to meet at the bar of the W Hotel in Union Square. A fine bar too. I get there a couple of minutes before we are to meet. I sit at a corner of the bar, and pull up a stool for her to sit on the other side, 90 degrees from me, so that we can face each other easily, but still next to me -- for kino. I order a an alcohol-free beer because I plan to be clear headed through this whole meeting.

She shows up at 6:30 on the dot, but calls me from outside to confirm that I am there. I walk towards the door as she walks in. We smile and say Hi. I then bend over to kiss her on the cheek and she gives me this wonderful hug. MMM - Game On.

She sits just where I want her; she orders a vodka-cranberry. We chat easily. I get her to talk about herself (something that is easy for most people) and I actively listen. Conversation is easy and very interesting, but we don't touch much but the attraction is there. She is very open about her values, ideal guys etc. I order another round of drinks.

All the time we are there, beautiful people are walking in. These stunning women dressed to kill. I noticed them but did not gawk. I think that it made for a much sexier time to be around such beautiful people. It is getting close to about 7:30. Neither of us wants to drink any more. I say "It is such a wonderful night, let’s go outside and watch the sun go down." (Sometimes the best props are natural) She says "Shall we go sit in the park?" I smile and nod.

10 minutes later we are in Union Square it is a wonderful evening. There is a guy playing wonderful jazz saxophone on one side, and these energetic folks banging on drums on the other. Quite a cacophony, but with the sunset it made the moment. As soon as we sat down I kissed her... We spent the next hour making out in the park. It was so erotically charged. There was nothing she would not let me do, but I restrained myself...I did not want to get arrested for "lewd and lascivious conduct".

She tells me her age, and then asks mine. I ask her to guess and she says "30" I smile and say "Close" She then says "31" then I say, "Maybe, I am not telling you." I never do tell her.

I try to extract her, but the logistics are difficult - and I have further plans for that night. She has a rabid landlord who lives downstairs and freaks out when guys come over -- imagine that. And I live far enough outside the city that it is not convenient. In any case, she worries that she is being too easy - She says "I want to make you work for it." I go through all my "real woman" type routines. But the logistical challenges are overwhelming.

She asks me what part of a woman I find most sexy. I say "Oh that's easy." "What?" she asks. I say "Oh there is this one part of a woman that drives me totally wild." The suspense is killing her. I look into her eyes and say "Your mind". That, folks, was money.

It is 8:30, time to go. She asks what I am doing the next day Sunday, July 4th; I have plans - as does she. But we arrange to connect on Monday (a holiday here.)

It was difficult leaving there I was so charged...

I call her Monday, and we plan to meet at 6:30 (again) at The Campbell Apartment this wonderful bar right at Grand Central Terminal that was originally the private office and entertaining salon of a 1930's millionaire. I selected it because it is a spectacular place - easily one of the best bars in the world. And because it was logistically easy - it was threatening to rain, so we could both come into by train, and not get wet, and if she was amenable we could leave and go back to my place by train.

I get there at 6:00 - I am famished and sleepy for some reason. They have no food there, and no espressos. I order a coke and chat with the bartender and hostess. It is pretty empty which I like.

After 10 minutes, I tell the bartender that I need to go get some coffee and a bite to eat. I tell him that I am planning to meet someone there at 6:30. I describe her and say that if she does get there before I do, that I will be back at about 6:30.

I get my Starbucks espresso fix, and I'm back at about 6:35. There are no patrons, just the bartender and hostess. I say "I am going to sit over there, but I don't need a drink right now" pointing to a couch in the far corner facing away from the bar. He says "Nobody came" and I say confidently "Oh she'll come." I sit down and begin reading my book.

She is there within 5 minutes. She comes over to me and kisses me, then sits down right next to me. It was amazing like we are in our own private space in paradise. The hostess comes to take our order, Coca-cola for me and a cocktail for her. The hostess is wonderfully discreet about leaving us to chat and make out. She definitely earned her fat tip.

She is still playing hard to get. She still does not want to go to my place. But she tells me about how she told her roommate about our park session and her roommate was jealous. She also tells me "it's been so long since her body had any attention.” What’s up people, are we not sarging enough? I continue to work it. She won't go to my place "because I have work in the morning" and her place is out of course. So I suggest that we get a room, but she says no. Then I stop and look her in the eye and again say. "We've got to go get a room" She smiles and says "OK"

Luckily, I had done my homework earlier and scouted hotels.com for moderately priced hotel specials in midtown. (Although I had not made a reservation.) We take a cab there - I get an even better rate. I check us in it is a decent clean, if small, room. Speaking of doing my homework, I also, was packing my kit with condoms and lube.

We spend the next 3 hours have a wild time. No last minute resistance, no nada. Boy is she hot, but further details of our encounter are for my memories or perhaps another forum. She is by far the youngest woman I have been with in a while and damn... Youth is definitely wasted on the young.

I had to get home, so I take the last train. I was happy. After I get home I do the chivalrous thing and call her to ensure that she got home okay too. We have just a 5 second conversation...it sounded like she was already asleep.

The next morning, I send her this email.

My message:

Hi there... This is a quick note to say that I had a wonderful time yesterday. It was magical. Hope to see you again soon. Enjoy your day.

Her reply:

Hi, I also had a great time last night. I think I've had a stupid grin on my face all day today. We should definitely get together again soon for some more magic. Call me any time, or I'll call you.

...

Interesting side note: I am on the train home that night alone, with a coke and a book. Then just before the train departs this smoking woman walks in and sits right across from me. I would have thought that given how I had spent the last few hours, sarging would have been the last thing on my mind, but boy was I wrong. I opened by offering to move my backpack next to her so she could stretch out her legs. We live in the same town and for the duration of the ride home we chatted and flirted. She has a great smile and great body – but her eyes and smile are out of this world. We are planning to meet later this week.