I originally thought I would never write an account of an attempted session I had, just before last Christmas, simply because everything went wrong. I've since then decided to write it up, simply for entertainment value and nothing more. I won't reveal the SP's name as you will see, it's somewhat embarrassing. If you're going to suggest I shouldn't write the review without providing a name, then I suggest you skip to the next thread now and don't waste your time reading this one.
For those who like me can see the chuckle in this story, read on. By the way, the SP and I had a rematch the week following this particular attempted date, for twice as long as the first date was scheduled and it was a wonderful time.
This experience which at the time wasn't so funny, is truly comical when looking back on it. The date just wasn't made to be due to an unfortunate sequence of events.
It started with setting up a date for Dec 24th morning, as a last minute Christmas gift for myself. Somewhat spur of the moment for me as I tend to book weeks in advance due to a busy schedule. I had seen this SP a number of times prior to this planned date. Luckily, when I reached out to this SP a few days ahead of time, she was available for the date and time I wanted.
On the morning of, I was in the area early and stopped to pick up coffees for us both. I checked with the SP to see if she was still ok with the time.
She said she might be a little late as the babysitter had not come over yet. I asked that she keep me updated but that I was ok with a delay today...I had the whole day to myself. I received regular updates but it wasn't until 9:45 that I got the message she was finally leaving and heading over...she's only about 10 minutes away. I pick up the coffee's and head to the hotel.
As I wait in the hotel parking lot, I texted the SP to let her know she should take her time and drive safe..I have plenty of time. She is more concerned with the fact that the room has a checkout time of 11:30 and that she won't be able to give me the time I asked for. (2 hrs)
I told her, no worries...we'll work something out. Little did I know how this could go even worse..lol. A minute after her last text, I get another one asking if I could do her a favor and come pick her up. She just ran out of gas, down the street, not far. Off I go down the road to pick her up and another text comes in, warning me that she was feeling a little off. I'm guessing, with the stress with the babysitter being late, running out of gas, who wouldn't feel a little off. She really wasn't far at all....maybe half a mile. She was lucky in a way and had been able to coast off the road in a spot where the curb was lower for no apparent reason.
I pull around, pick her up and to the hotel we go, leaving the car to deal with after the date. On the way back to the hotel, as she's ruffling through her purse she apologizes and tells me that in her haste in leaving the house due to the babysitter being late, she had forgotten she needed to put gas in her car. Then, with a look of frustration, as if nothing could go wrong, she looks at me and says that she just realized she had forgotten the hotel key card.
Since we are so close to the hotel, we decide to try and see if they will give another key for now. Unfortunately, the room was booked by a friend of hers and they won't give her a key. The only solution at this point is to go to her place and get the keycard.
Although we had known each other for a few months now and have established a level of trust, I'm sure she was not exactly comfortable with that solution but, what choice did we have and she truly wanted to salvage what was left of the date. She wanted this Christmas present to myself to be special. So off to her place we go, get the key and at the same time, pick up a gas container....for later.
On the way back to the hotel, she indicates that she really starting to feel worse, getting chills. I'm thinking it's all about the stress of the situation. Personally, at this point,I'm spending time with one of my favorite SP's, so I don't care if it's not all going as planned. We finally get back to the hotel and up to the room we go. It's now about 10:45. The SP tells me she is really cold and asks if we can just lay down for a few minutes...so under the covers we go, still both dressed, spooning
to help her warm up. She is really shaking by now. After a little while, she seems to warm up and I thought it might be nice to start giving her a massage. Fortunately, she has a loose top on where I can slip my hand under and rub her back. I unbutton her bra to make it easier and it's obvious she is enjoying the backrub.
After about 15 minutes, she is really embarrassed to tell me she think she'll have to throw up. Now, we are familiar with each other but it was obvious the thought of having to throw up with me in the room wasn't going to give off any sensual vibes. I told her that if she felt she had to, I'll put the TV on and drown out the sound if she was so concerned. Off to the washroom she went and yep, she threw up. After a few minutes, she came out and we lay there until the checkout time. She was now feeling a little better. Throughout all this, the SP kept saying she was so sorry and that she would make it up to me. I had no doubt she would.
So off we go, now having to deal with her out of gas vehicle. lol. We go to the nearest gas station, fill up the container and back to the car. Since everything else had gone so well so far, I'm not sure why I thought this would be simple. She happens to have one of those vehicles with no gas cap: just a flap that unlocks and open when a nozzle is inserted as it makes two little push button switches in the throat.
As luck would have it, the gas container she had was an old one, one with an accordion nozzle, one that is nearly impossible to use on such a vehicle. I had to somehow, manually make both switches with my fingers, push the tab open and then, holding it open with a pen, slip the gas container nozzle in there far enough to help it open and pour the gas in. Finally after 10 minutes of trying, I managed to gas her up although in my attempts, I had poured some gas all over my hands, pants, shoes , vehicle and container. I had an old rag in the my car and I used it to clean off the gas. She started her vehicle and all was finally ok. We had a quick kiss goodbye and a Merry Christmas and off we went our merry way. Just to make thing more interesting, the rag I used , even though I took it out of my vehicle when I got home, left a smell in the vehicle.
As luck would have it, when my SO got in the car that evening, the gas smell was still there but I just came up with a story that I had filled up my snowblower gas container that day and that I had spilled bit as I had not closed the cap properly. The fact that it was +7 degrees didn't help my story but it looked like it was good enough.
We had a makeup session the following week and all went well...except the little incident with her car again, with a strong vibration with a very obvious out of alignment front wheel....but that's another story..LOL.
For those who like me can see the chuckle in this story, read on. By the way, the SP and I had a rematch the week following this particular attempted date, for twice as long as the first date was scheduled and it was a wonderful time.
This experience which at the time wasn't so funny, is truly comical when looking back on it. The date just wasn't made to be due to an unfortunate sequence of events.
It started with setting up a date for Dec 24th morning, as a last minute Christmas gift for myself. Somewhat spur of the moment for me as I tend to book weeks in advance due to a busy schedule. I had seen this SP a number of times prior to this planned date. Luckily, when I reached out to this SP a few days ahead of time, she was available for the date and time I wanted.
On the morning of, I was in the area early and stopped to pick up coffees for us both. I checked with the SP to see if she was still ok with the time.
She said she might be a little late as the babysitter had not come over yet. I asked that she keep me updated but that I was ok with a delay today...I had the whole day to myself. I received regular updates but it wasn't until 9:45 that I got the message she was finally leaving and heading over...she's only about 10 minutes away. I pick up the coffee's and head to the hotel.
As I wait in the hotel parking lot, I texted the SP to let her know she should take her time and drive safe..I have plenty of time. She is more concerned with the fact that the room has a checkout time of 11:30 and that she won't be able to give me the time I asked for. (2 hrs)
I told her, no worries...we'll work something out. Little did I know how this could go even worse..lol. A minute after her last text, I get another one asking if I could do her a favor and come pick her up. She just ran out of gas, down the street, not far. Off I go down the road to pick her up and another text comes in, warning me that she was feeling a little off. I'm guessing, with the stress with the babysitter being late, running out of gas, who wouldn't feel a little off. She really wasn't far at all....maybe half a mile. She was lucky in a way and had been able to coast off the road in a spot where the curb was lower for no apparent reason.
I pull around, pick her up and to the hotel we go, leaving the car to deal with after the date. On the way back to the hotel, as she's ruffling through her purse she apologizes and tells me that in her haste in leaving the house due to the babysitter being late, she had forgotten she needed to put gas in her car. Then, with a look of frustration, as if nothing could go wrong, she looks at me and says that she just realized she had forgotten the hotel key card.
Since we are so close to the hotel, we decide to try and see if they will give another key for now. Unfortunately, the room was booked by a friend of hers and they won't give her a key. The only solution at this point is to go to her place and get the keycard.
Although we had known each other for a few months now and have established a level of trust, I'm sure she was not exactly comfortable with that solution but, what choice did we have and she truly wanted to salvage what was left of the date. She wanted this Christmas present to myself to be special. So off to her place we go, get the key and at the same time, pick up a gas container....for later.
On the way back to the hotel, she indicates that she really starting to feel worse, getting chills. I'm thinking it's all about the stress of the situation. Personally, at this point,I'm spending time with one of my favorite SP's, so I don't care if it's not all going as planned. We finally get back to the hotel and up to the room we go. It's now about 10:45. The SP tells me she is really cold and asks if we can just lay down for a few minutes...so under the covers we go, still both dressed, spooning
to help her warm up. She is really shaking by now. After a little while, she seems to warm up and I thought it might be nice to start giving her a massage. Fortunately, she has a loose top on where I can slip my hand under and rub her back. I unbutton her bra to make it easier and it's obvious she is enjoying the backrub.
After about 15 minutes, she is really embarrassed to tell me she think she'll have to throw up. Now, we are familiar with each other but it was obvious the thought of having to throw up with me in the room wasn't going to give off any sensual vibes. I told her that if she felt she had to, I'll put the TV on and drown out the sound if she was so concerned. Off to the washroom she went and yep, she threw up. After a few minutes, she came out and we lay there until the checkout time. She was now feeling a little better. Throughout all this, the SP kept saying she was so sorry and that she would make it up to me. I had no doubt she would.
So off we go, now having to deal with her out of gas vehicle. lol. We go to the nearest gas station, fill up the container and back to the car. Since everything else had gone so well so far, I'm not sure why I thought this would be simple. She happens to have one of those vehicles with no gas cap: just a flap that unlocks and open when a nozzle is inserted as it makes two little push button switches in the throat.
As luck would have it, the gas container she had was an old one, one with an accordion nozzle, one that is nearly impossible to use on such a vehicle. I had to somehow, manually make both switches with my fingers, push the tab open and then, holding it open with a pen, slip the gas container nozzle in there far enough to help it open and pour the gas in. Finally after 10 minutes of trying, I managed to gas her up although in my attempts, I had poured some gas all over my hands, pants, shoes , vehicle and container. I had an old rag in the my car and I used it to clean off the gas. She started her vehicle and all was finally ok. We had a quick kiss goodbye and a Merry Christmas and off we went our merry way. Just to make thing more interesting, the rag I used , even though I took it out of my vehicle when I got home, left a smell in the vehicle.
As luck would have it, when my SO got in the car that evening, the gas smell was still there but I just came up with a story that I had filled up my snowblower gas container that day and that I had spilled bit as I had not closed the cap properly. The fact that it was +7 degrees didn't help my story but it looked like it was good enough.
We had a makeup session the following week and all went well...except the little incident with her car again, with a strong vibration with a very obvious out of alignment front wheel....but that's another story..LOL.
