I am sorry for not continuing this post earlier. I've lost my journal from that year, and I wanted to try to remember more details. Alas, it seems to be truly gone (whaaa!), so here goes!
When he returned we sat and talked a bit longer, and then he suggested we head out. At this point I will admit I had drank (drunk?) half the glass of wine and two cosmos. Remember I was only a little froshie and the whole drinking thing was new to me, so I was definitely tipsy.
We began to walk out of the bar and down the street. At first we were heading towards the subway, but then we weren't. I didn't say anything. Next thing I knew he was holding open the door to a gorgeous condo high-rise. We went upstairs, past the two smiling doormen. His one-bedroom condo was beautiful, clearly professionally decorated.
He excused himself to the bathroom, so I sneaked a peak of the view out the window. Gorgeous. When he came out we sat on the couch talking for a bit.
Then he asked me if I wanted to go to the bedroom. I blushed horribly. I apologized and said I wasn't sure why I had come back to his place with him because I didn't intend to have sex on the first meeting. He said that was fine, then asked if he could have a blowjob.
Embarrassing, but true, I really was inexperienced with the BJ, so I said no. He said that was fine, again, and offered me a ride home.
We took a taxi to one of his properties a couple of blocks away where he kept his car. The gate's lock was iced, so after struggling with it for a couple of minutes we walked from the front of the brownstone around the block to the alley. He had a brand-new Lexus.
He drove me home, and kissed me when he dropped me off. Nearly the whole drive there he had been on the phone with his wife, directing her on packing their vacation home.
And that was my very first meeting with a real live sugar daddy!
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