This is a blog of an ordinary person who lives in an ordinary house in an ordinary part of the country.
Tuesday, 10 January 2012
Oh my GOD, what an event
I met a mature WG just before Christmas for some fun and frolics. Time set was approximate for around lunch, and as is usual I underestimated the time to get there and had to wait around for some time. I never quite know what to do in those situation, sitting there in the car listening to the radio a discrete distance from her home. You think all the others in the street will be twitching curtains, and wondering what house I was casing.
Time came and I arrived at her door, and was made comfortable in her boudoir and was refreshed with some bubbly. As is my want we ended up talking and getting to know each other. Then we had some raunchy sex, and a quiet moment of relaxation and more conversation. I was thinking it was about time to leave, so I could get home in time. Then the horrendous scenario she had outlined about what had happened to another client, started to unfurl for me. Yes family decided to turn up, family who had a key and could let themselves, in this case son, and his father.
Ooops shit what was going to happen. She quietly dressed as I did, and she left to meet the family. I stayed quiet in her bedroom, safe in the knowledge that this was her private space. OMG what was going to happen, would I be found, would I be able to leave in time to get back home. My phone had been ringing with people wanting to contact me and wondering where I was. I waited, and every minute I waited, the more I waited the more tense I was feeling. I did not have an alibi for not being at home, and time to get home was getting nearer and nearer. Well actually I did not know when I had to be home, those phone calls I was not answering were messages to say that we were on our way home. I was getting desperate.
Luckily son was not there for more than 30 minutes, and I was released from the bedroom. Quickly back into the car and a mad rush home, was able to make it, light the fire and was sitting watching the TV before the door opened and my wife was back.
Phew lesson learned, make sure you have an excuse for every scenario that could happen.
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