Big Sur

So Heidi and I headed out on the big road trip. One room reserved, king bed, no pajamas. The anticipation was exquisite. Damn, it’s been a while. Last time was the one night stand with Helen, about 6 months ago.

On the drive down, she asked me how many partners I’d had in the last decade. At first I thought this was none of her business. But she (and I) came of age in the late 80s when it was thought that AIDS would spread like wildfire through the heterosexual community. It was prudent to ask about your partner’s history. Today I think it’s just nosey. I answered (and, no I’m not blogging it). She reacted with surprise. Hmm. OK I showed you mine, now you show me yours.

All I can say is “whoa”. Heidi, you little slut, you. No, I did not say that out loud. Let’s just say she had more partners than I did. Like, a lot more. Way more than 10 times as many. I’m jealous. OK, now I’m really wondering why she didn’t jump my bones.

We stayed at Carmel Valley Ranch. It was heavenly. I had stayed there on my big driving trip last fall. It was nice to be able to share it with someone. I really wanted to stay at the Post Ranch Inn (one day), but just having spent all my money on an outrageous car, I felt it best to be mildly frugal. We had dinner at the hotel restaurant, and had just the right amount of wine.

And then… well, you know. It was wonderful and we drifted to sleep in each others arms. I woke up after a couple of hours of sleep, well, um, in an extreme state of erectitude. I gently caressed her. She waved me away and rolled over. I gave her a gentle kiss on the back of her neck. She seemed to really like that. She stirred a bit. “No, no, no, no, Rich, don’t try, you can’t, not this soon.” She said sleepily. “Twice in one night only happens in porno movies. And they use mirrors or something to do that.” Then she felt my, um, arousaledness. “Whoa – you can.” Waking up quickly, she giggled and rolled on top of me.

Oh, found out – she’s not a natural blonde. Not that that’s not a problem.

One more thing, large breasts are worth every bit of fuss that men make over them. Seriously. That was one fun weekend. I’d give you more details, but it’d just get x-rated real fast.

We were packing up to leave the hotel. Heidi was checking the drawers in the dresser. She found the TV in a cabinet. “Hey look, the room has a TV! You know, I’ve never stayed in a hotel and not used the TV before” she said.

“That is a tragedy.” I replied.