English atheletes (part 1)

My girlfriend and I, CeeCee, were sitting at a booth in the lower portion of a popular downtown bar and decided we should mark the moment with a photo... so arms out stretched and camera aimed ever so carefully we took a photo... I ended up with a couple extra chins... my smile is too damn big for my own good, I weight 105 pounds and I have four chins... lord... anyways, so as we're posing for the next trial shot a totally gorgeous english blok (sp??) comes up and asks to get in on the photo... we are not a bout to object when his buddy, also a gorgeous english man offers to take the photo of the three of us.

The more the merrier, especially when they look like these men.

After the photo op they turn and go back to their table... needless to say we are disapointed but begin to move on when to our surprise they have gathered up their buddy and moved to our table. And they are there to stay. We are surrounded by english hotness and accents galore. Their buddy is married and apparently his wife is gorgeous but he is still making us feel like we are the center of attention in that bar.

The 2 single boys each have eyes for one of us and it's going very well. Mine was the goalie, very handsome, suave, slick and totally styling. CeeCee's is the taller, darker defender (?) and poor buddy, the third wheel.

Intros are made and the banter begins... Goalie has somethng to say and wants some attention and so we give it to him, chins resting on folded hands, eyes directly on him and impatiently waiting. He stares at me with those eyes, the light color and the dark center focused on mine, which are doing their best to batt back. There is hardly a point to the banter at this point, but it doesn't matter... we are flirting and it is fantastic.

Goalie moves his buddy out from where he's sitting next to me and moves in with the eyes of a smoldering fire, "picture yourself in the desert" he says.

Always up for a good parlor game I say ok. He tells me there is a box...

"how big is the box?" his accent thick and sliding down my spine

"this big" I cup my hands, looking straight at him. No wavering

"what color is the box?"

"blue"

"what kind of blue?"

"royal"

he makes a move with his mouth, not to speak but to feel his lips move as if it gave him as much pleasure to say it as it gave me to watch him do it.

"is the box open?"
"no"

still with the eyes, and his gaze is sliding over me, and I am loving it

"how do you open the box?"
"by the hinges, the top opens" I motion with my hands, too spellbound to offer any further description.

"if you put a tiny animal in the box could you see the animal?"
"no"

"can the animal see the desert from inside the box?"
"of course not"

"interesting" his english accent rolling over me now

and he begins to intrepret this "box" of mine, all the while I am stuck in lustful thoughts of other boxes I might let him explore... focus, he's asking you a question....

and he's right... right about a lot of it. And his answer is royal blue too, and it's a very uncommon answer. He mulls about the royal blue for a bit and I am secretly pleased that we matched.

the night goes on and the banter continues and we are locked in this hot and heavy stare when Buddy interrupts to ask, "if we had a threesome where would each of us start?" (meaning him and goalie)

"i'll need to think on that one" i reply, sticking a finger in my mouth to mimick deep thought.... "I'd have to kiss you both first to know where I'd want you".

This must have been a good answer, because hottie mc goal tender turns to me and says, accent dripping with sexiness, "so do you want to kiss me then?"

FUck yeah!! I shout in my head.... "mmm that would be nice" I say aloud.

And there it is, the first kiss. And it was butterfly producing and soft and gentle and accented too. It was good and I wanted to do it again. Several times over a gain in fact.