By Myself

I have a completely free weekend. Nobody who is usually around is around. And what am I doing? Sitting at the computer. It would be a good night for anonymous sex. But true anonymous sex is hard to come by (no pun intended). If you meet someone at a bar and bring them home, there's a good chance you'll know at least something about that person, and in any event, they'll still be in your bed in the morning.

I've come close to anonymous sex a couple of times. Once was in a hotel bar on the east side in the 50's (streets, not decade!). The place was very crowded and I was there with a bunch of friends. There was another group of people standing next to us, and I was ass to ass with a woman from the other group. I don't remember exactly when I bacame aware that our asses were touching, but soon it was quite obvious and though my memory might be hazy, I'll admit to pressing back against her. To my delight, she pressed back. After a few moments of this, I put my hand behind my back and onto her ass. And she did the same to me. We rubbed each other for a few minutes, and then she put her hand down the back of my pants. All the while neither of us acknowledged the other, and we kept up our respective conversations with our friends. So I put my hand in her pants and she had this delicious tight butt. We continued to explore each other for a while when all of a sudden the guy she was talking to noticed something amiss and said something to her. So she turned around and gave me this horrified "what do you think you are doing" face and huffily moved away. I never knew her name, and only saw her face for a moment, but it was very hot.

Another time was on a flight to Florida. The plane was not too full, and I was sitting next to an attractive woman. As the plane was cold, we both had blankets on our laps and the movie playing was "Green Card" with Gerard Depardieu (why is he a sex symbol? He's about as beautiful as Bea Arthur!) and Andie MacDowell (this gives you an idea of how long ago this was). We hit it off and talked about the movie and why we were each going to Miami at the time. In the middle of the conversation, her hand moved to under my blanket and began to rub me through my pants. We kept up our conversation as if nothing were going on. When it was clear that I was hard she put her hand in my pants and stroked me for the rest of the movie and our conversation. I never even knew her name, and when the plane landed, we went our separate ways. Very hot!

The most recent time was during a weekend I spent in Arizona on business. I was at the hotel bar after giving a talk, and there was a woman sitting near me. There were no other people at the bar as it was mid afternoon, and it was Arizona! We got into a rather innocous conversation which eventually got more personal as we spoke about our lives. The kind of conversation you can have with a person you know you'll never see again. At one point I excused myself to go to the men's room, and she said she had to go as well. In the hallway leading to the restrooms, we spontaneously jumped each other. She ended up with her hands against the wall, with me lifting her dress and screwing her from behind in the hallway. The thought that one of the staff members or guests might need to use the facilities while we were busy only added to the fun. This would've been the perfect "zipless fuck" (for those of you who've read Erica Jong), except for the fact that I saw her again after that afternoon and got to know her (we still e-mail from time to time).

What are your experiences with anonymous sex?