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Her worst date….ever…part 2.  

SilyconBond 53M
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2/6/2021 4:27 pm

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2/6/2021 4:28 pm

Her worst date….ever…part 2.


First of all, I had fun that evening and I believed she enjoyed herself despite my teasing and sudden ending.

I never go into this kind of interaction even expecting a kiss, much less sex. I’ve had dates where I enjoyed myself and we never even held hands. I’m fine with that. Every situation to me is unique. Every person, whether man or woman or alien is different. Everyone moves at their own pace. Some like it within a minute of meeting me, some a few days later. It’s not a big deal.

So, I headed into work, and the situation was touchy. Politically, my customer hates safety incidents because the group receives a cash bonus each quarter if there is none. So what happens in this setup? Oh, their employees might break an arm, have a heart attack, or some other gruesome event and they will drive away from the site and claim it occurred somewhere else. I saw a guy cut open his leg on a sharp piece of an exhaust pipe, tape his leg with poly tape till the end of the day, go home, come back the next day with twenty stitches. The group got their cash bonus that quarter. I was disgusted by the whole ordeal, but that’s their employee, not mine.
I managed the narrative for the event. My guys are not the customer. Fuck the customer, if his shit causes my guys to get hurt. He pays, not my guys. My guys are more important to me than the customer’s shitty incentive to themselves.
If you incentivize or punish for safety, you get fewer reports, not fewer events. Events still occur. Enough about that, that shit is boring.

Tuesday night was her night off. I was exhausted after the previous night, so I slept in. I didn’t wander back to the site till after one in the afternoon. She starts her shift at ten. I had all this work piled on me, so I knew it was going to be a long, very long day. I was on-site past midnight. I hadn’t seen her, but security guards are assigned each day so I could go months without seeing her again on the site unless she chose/assigned the same duty station I walked past.
The place is more peaceful at night. All the big wigs go home at four, so the real work gets done mostly at night when they are not underfoot and requiring stupid meetings. Before COVID, I could sit at a table for four, with other people during lunch. Now, each of those tables can only have one person. There are four booths, and we are allowed two people at them, but a plane of Plexiglas runs in the middle of the table separating you from the person you sit across from. There is no Plexiglas on the top of the seat like I have seen in local restaurants.

After midnight, I was hungry. I had brought my normal lunches and heated one up in the microwave oven in the cafeteria. I saw the security guard talking to another guard in the booth closest to the far wall. I knew the other guard well. I have had a great working relationship with the other guard for over ten years. They appeared to be enjoying each other’s company so I just sat in the booth next to them to eat my lunch. My date didn’t see me. My back was to them as I ate.

I could hear my date describe in detail to the other guard what happened as I sat and ate. I even finished my food and was just drinking my bottled water when she finished her story. I put down the bottle. The other guard was laughing about it, so I assumed everything went well for her till…..

“It turned out to be the worst date of my life. He made me so frustrated, leaving me like that.” She said.
“You seemed to be having a good time till the end.” My friend said.
“He didn’t go to the next level. Got me all excited and left me.” My date said.
“So what did you do after he left?” My friend asked.
“Went up to my apartment and started punching a pillow on my couch for a few minutes, then took care of business.” My date said.

I didn’t understand the context of that statement, I guess she went to the bathroom, whatever.

“So, when you were on top of him, what did he feel like? He looks good in shorts, seen him up here like that a couple times. Those calves of his look like rocks. My boo is all mushy in his chest.” My friend said.
“Solid. You can feel a thickness in his chest, when you press on it, doesn’t give.” My date said.
I was feeling pretty good at this point. Worst date ever, Hah!

I lifted up my water bottle to take a drink. “Plus, his cock was hard.” My date said. I fumbled my water bottled and splashed a little on my shirt.
I turned around in the booth I was sitting in and raised up on my knees to look over into the other booth. My friend said nothing, but her eyes got big, seeing me.

My date continued with, “I think it's pretty big. I could feel it from here to here.” She said as she moved her hand from her thigh up, then held her hands apart about twelve inches above the table. Wow, I would be pretty impressed myself.
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. I held up one hand with my thumb and index finger spread about two inches apart. I mouthed the words, “Tiny” behind her.

My friend was shaking as I watched her trying not to laugh across the table.
“Well, I’ve heard it's small.” My friend said in a stressed tone. I nodded, gave a thumbs up.

“The other girls said it’s at least an eight incher. I’m thinking bigger. I could feel it on my belly button.” My date said. She was writhing all over me, of course, she could feel it there. She had a hold of it with her hand for some of that. I said she was handsy.

I shortened my fingers to one inch on my hand. My friend started to laugh. I quickly turned around, and put my stuff back in my lunch box. I had to finish a report before I could leave anyway.
I went back to my work area, logged on, finished my last report. I needed to wake up earlier and getting out after one am was not helping.

As I walked back to the entrance, my guard friend was at a different post. She saw me and waved me closer. “Why are you wasting time with her? She’s not your type.”
“My type? What’s my type?” I said.
She squinted one eye, whatever that means. Then she changed the subject, “Your girl finishes the first half of her training in July. She asked me to come out there for a week. Did she ask you?”
“She told me about it, but July is difficult for me. I thought her training would be shorter. Things are different in Florida than here I guess.” I said.
“You did the right thing, letting her go.” She said.
I said nothing. She had made an impact on me, that was for sure.

“So, since you're slumming, I’ve got a favor to ask you.” She said.
“I’m not mowing your lawn,” I said defensively.
She laughed, then she pulled out her cell, scrolled through it, then turned it towards me. Some blond middle-aged chick wearing a paper mask. I recognized the park she was standing in, Zilker Park.
“Ok, what about her?”
“My next-door neighbor, she needs some cheering up. You are the master at cheering people up around here.”
“Single?”
“Complicated.” She said.
“How will I meet her? What exactly do you want me to do with her?” I asked.
“Make her laugh. She's coming over to our house on Sunday afternoon for my boo’s Superbowl party. Can you make it?” She asks.
“Will I be fed? Peach cobbler?” I asked.
“Cobbler?” She asks.
“Word on the streets is you make a mean peach cobbler. At least when you brought that pan before Christmas, I got some. I enjoyed it. I’ll see what I can do to lift her spirits for some of your peach cobbler. I can’t think of anything else I would want from you.”
“Bring a twelve-pack of Miller light, and I’ll make the cobbler.”
“Your husband drinks Miller Light?” I ask.
“No, I do. He drinks shitty Budweiser.” She says.
“Wait a minute, it still feels like I am getting the short end of this deal. I’m bringing beer. I’m making happy. I have to spend my time over there. How long is this game anyway?”
“Jesus. Same as all other Superbowl’s.” She said.
“Well I haven’t watched one since the Cowboys went to one, so it’s been a while.”
She laughed. “Those ‘boys ain’t never going to the Superbowl as long as your owner is still alive.”
“He might drop any day. He’s really old.”
“Whatever. Be there half hour before the game, and you’ll get fed.”
I nodded and went home.

SilyconBond 53M
148 posts
2/6/2021 4:28 pm

First of all, I had fun that evening and I believed she enjoyed herself despite my teasing and sudden ending.

I never go into this kind of interaction even expecting a kiss, much less sex. I’ve had dates where I enjoyed myself and we never even held hands. I’m fine with that. Every situation to me is unique. Every person, whether man or woman or alien is different. Everyone moves at their own pace. Some like it within a minute of meeting me, some a few days later. It’s not a big deal.

So, I headed into work, and the situation was touchy. Politically, my customer hates safety incidents because the group receives a cash bonus each quarter if there is none. So what happens in this setup? Oh, their employees might break an arm, have a heart attack, or some other gruesome event and they will drive away from the site and claim it occurred somewhere else. I saw a guy cut open his leg on a sharp piece of an exhaust pipe, tape his leg with poly tape till the end of the day, go home, come back the next day with twenty stitches. The group got their cash bonus that quarter. I was disgusted by the whole ordeal, but that’s their employee, not mine.
I managed the narrative for the event. My guys are not the customer. Fuck the customer, if his shit causes my guys to get hurt. He pays, not my guys. My guys are more important to me than the customer’s shitty incentive to themselves.
If you incentivize or punish for safety, you get fewer reports, not fewer events. Events still occur. Enough about that, that shit is boring.

Tuesday night was her night off. I was exhausted after the previous night, so I slept in. I didn’t wander back to the site till after one in the afternoon. She starts her shift at ten. I had all this work piled on me, so I knew it was going to be a long, very long day. I was on-site past midnight. I hadn’t seen her, but security guards are assigned each day so I could go months without seeing her again on the site unless she chose/assigned the same duty station I walked past.
The place is more peaceful at night. All the big wigs go home at four, so the real work gets done mostly at night when they are not underfoot and requiring stupid meetings. Before COVID, I could sit at a table for four, with other people during lunch. Now, each of those tables can only have one person. There are four booths, and we are allowed two people at them, but a plane of Plexiglas runs in the middle of the table separating you from the person you sit across from. There is no Plexiglas on the top of the seat like I have seen in local restaurants.

After midnight, I was hungry. I had brought my normal lunches and heated one up in the microwave oven in the cafeteria. I saw the security guard talking to another guard in the booth closest to the far wall. I knew the other guard well. I have had a great working relationship with the other guard for over ten years. They appeared to be enjoying each other’s company so I just sat in the booth next to them to eat my lunch. My date didn’t see me. My back was to them as I ate.

I could hear my date describe in detail to the other guard what happened as I sat and ate. I even finished my food and was just drinking my bottled water when she finished her story. I put down the bottle. The other guard was laughing about it, so I assumed everything went well for her till…..

“It turned out to be the worst date of my life. He made me so frustrated, leaving me like that.” She said.
“You seemed to be having a good time till the end.” My friend said.
“He didn’t go to the next level. Got me all excited and left me.” My date said.
“So what did you do after he left?” My friend asked.
“Went up to my apartment and started punching a pillow on my couch for a few minutes, then took care of business.” My date said.

I didn’t understand the context of that statement, I guess she went to the bathroom, whatever.

“So, when you were on top of him, what did he feel like? He looks good in shorts, seen him up here like that a couple times. Those calves of his look like rocks. My boo is all mushy in his chest.” My friend said.
“Solid. You can feel a thickness in his chest, when you press on it, doesn’t give.” My date said.
I was feeling pretty good at this point. Worst date ever, Hah!

I lifted up my water bottle to take a drink. “Plus, his cock was hard.” My date said. I fumbled my water bottled and splashed a little on my shirt.
I turned around in the booth I was sitting in and raised up on my knees to look over into the other booth. My friend said nothing, but her eyes got big, seeing me.

My date continued with, “I think it's pretty big. I could feel it from here to here.” She said as she moved her hand from her thigh up, then held her hands apart about twelve inches above the table. Wow, I would be pretty impressed myself.
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. I held up one hand with my thumb and index finger spread about two inches apart. I mouthed the words, “Tiny” behind her.

My friend was shaking as I watched her trying not to laugh across the table.
“Well, I’ve heard it's small.” My friend said in a stressed tone. I nodded, gave a thumbs up.

“The other girls said it’s at least an eight incher. I’m thinking bigger. I could feel it on my belly button.” My date said. She was writhing all over me, of course, she could feel it there. She had a hold of it with her hand for some of that. I said she was handsy.

I shortened my fingers to one inch on my hand. My friend started to laugh. I quickly turned around, and put my stuff back in my lunch box. I had to finish a report before I could leave anyway.
I went back to my work area, logged on, finished my last report. I needed to wake up earlier and getting out after one am was not helping.

As I walked back to the entrance, my guard friend was at a different post. She saw me and waved me closer. “Why are you wasting time with her? She’s not your type.”
“My type? What’s my type?” I said.
She squinted one eye, whatever that means. Then she changed the subject, “Your girl finishes the first half of her training in July. She asked me to come out there for a week. Did she ask you?”
“She told me about it, but July is difficult for me. I thought her training would be shorter. Things are different in Florida than here I guess.” I said.
“You did the right thing, letting her go.” She said.
I said nothing. She had made an impact on me, that was for sure.

“So, since you're slumming, I’ve got a favor to ask you.” She said.
“I’m not mowing your lawn,” I said defensively.
She laughed, then she pulled out her cell, scrolled through it, then turned it towards me. Some blond middle-aged chick wearing a paper mask. I recognized the park she was standing in, Zilker Park.
“Ok, what about her?”
“My next-door neighbor, she needs some cheering up. You are the master at cheering people up around here.”
“Single?”
“Complicated.” She said.
“How will I meet her? What exactly do you want me to do with her?” I asked.
“Make her laugh. She's coming over to our house on Sunday afternoon for my boo’s Superbowl party. Can you make it?” She asks.
“Will I be fed? Peach cobbler?” I asked.
“Cobbler?” She asks.
“Word on the streets is you make a mean peach cobbler. At least when you brought that pan before Christmas, I got some. I enjoyed it. I’ll see what I can do to lift her spirits for some of your peach cobbler. I can’t think of anything else I would want from you.”
“Bring a twelve-pack of Miller light, and I’ll make the cobbler.”
“Your husband drinks Miller Light?” I ask.
“No, I do. He drinks shitty Budweiser.” She says.
“Wait a minute, it still feels like I am getting the short end of this deal. I’m bringing beer. I’m making happy. I have to spend my time over there. How long is this game anyway?”
“Jesus. Same as all other Superbowl’s.” She said.
“Well I haven’t watched one since the Cowboys went to one, so it’s been a while.”
She laughed. “Those ‘boys ain’t never going to the Superbowl as long as your owner is still alive.”
“He might drop any day. He’s really old.”
“Whatever. Be there half hour before the game, and you’ll get fed.”
I nodded and went home.

( Confirmation 193843 )


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