My Sweet Clairette 1 by loyalsock - Sex Stories

My Sweet Clairette 1 by loyalsock

... together. I also told Claire that I wasn't sure I was really attracted enough to the woman to go ahead with it. In truth of course I was well past my initial reservations, but I wanted to appear at least moderately discriminating about where I was willing to put my dick. The temptation to show oneself in the best possible light is often just too difficult to resist. That wasn't what I should have worried about with Claire though, because her response was, &#034What are you waiting for? A mouth is a mouth.&#034 A presumably common enough attitude in prison showers, but not even from the sluttiest girls that I've known have I heard such an emotionless deconstruction of oral pleasure. Better yet Claire was intrigued by the idea of drinking piss and wanted to give it a try. As her only conditions she wanted to try it in the shower and wanted to be able to stop if she didn't like it. She also wanted to meet at a bar near her place in case things didn't work out. Like I mentioned before, Claire seemed like female version of me. I didn't like making the travel effort for a blind date either. In this case though I was willing to make an exception. Putting the plan into action turned out to take a little time. First I was out of town for a week with work and next Claire was tied up for a few weeks on her thesis. In the meantime I was still calling the dating line and keeping myself entertained. Finally though we were able to pick a good night to meet. It was a Friday night, so if ...

... things worked out I wouldn't have to worry about work the next day. We had each other's descriptions and to help spot each other we added some detail about what we would be wearing. Claire picked a pub near her place and a little more than a month after we first spoke I was heading out to meet her. Claire lived near the Annex, south of Bloor St, so it was a simple subway ride from my place over to her neighborhood. The Annex is right near the University of Toronto and it's a pretty active part of town with a vibrant mix of bars and restaurants. I walked into the pub where we were to meet and since it wasn't crowded yet, I presumed Claire would be easy enough to spot. As I walked past the bar I noticed a nice looking girl with brown hair a bit past her shoulders. She was sitting at a small table on her own and looked up from the book she was reading as I passed. For a moment I hoped that she was Claire, until I realized her clothes didn't match our arrangements. Too bad I thought as I continued to the back of the pub, which I found deserted. Claire was supposed to be at the pub ahead of me, so I was hoping that she was just late and not going to be a no-show. Returning back to the bar to order a beer I noticed that girl was still looking towards me. As I waited for the bartender she got up from her table, walked over to me and asked if I was meeting someone? It turned out that this was indeed Clair, misleadingly dressed, but exceeding expectations. Claire's deceptive attire got us ...