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the Habana experience
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the Habana experience One of my uber fav things to do is weekend at the Habana Inn in OKC. I've only been a few times, and always by myself, but it's been fun. For those of you unaware, the Habana is a gay hotel in the relatively small gay district of OKC. It's been around for ages and while it may be a tad dated and a bit ragged around the edges, it has some nice features -- an accepting environment, spacious, comfortable, affordable rooms, a decent restaurant that stays open til the wee hours, two count 'em two nicely landscaped outdoor swimming pools, two popular nightclubs, a cozy piano bar with good drinks and a kinky gift shop. Several other clubs and eateries are within easy walking distance. It is so nice to be able to get away from home and spend several uninterrupted days in gurl mode -- and I never have to take off my nails! Nights are fun, but I also luv the laid back, lazy days in my denim mini and sandals, plenty of time for primping and pampering, leisurely strolls and impromptu conversations, balmy weather, checking out the neighborhood. I never have to use my car if I don't want to. I don't know what it's like in the winter, but on summer weekends the Habana is jumpin'. Lots of cute guys in speedos around the pools and the clubs are full. When the sun goes down guys cruise the breezeways in some areas of the large complex looking for a good time -- which can do wonders for a gurl's ego! The dance club draws people of all kinds -- gays, lesbians, tgs and straights -- which is nice for someone like me who isn't strictly gay. So anyway, on my last trip, I had gone to the club, met some new people, had more than a few drinks and a good time. One really cute young woman and I got along well and she started hitting on me pretty seriously, very handsy too, which turns me into putty of course, but before anything definite materialized she had managed to get herself exceedingly drunk. I could have taken her back to my room, but I'm not big on way drunk sex, if you know what I mean. Frustrating. Sooo, when I did go back to my room I was still wired and horny, so instead of putting on my jammies and going to bed like a good little gurl, I took off my club skirt and panties, put on the skimpiest skirt I had -- actually it wasn't a skirt, it was a black slip I had shortened and slit up one side -- and went walking around in the warm night air. It's a big complex so lots of places to stroll, and I was enjoying the way the breeze played with my skirt. I noticed that cars were constantly circling the outside perimeter of the hotel, either cruising or looking for parking places, so I gradually made my way to a corner of my building where the cars passed and just hung out smoking a cigarette, watching the people at the pool and the cars going by. Before long a guy pulled up, rolled down his window and started talking. He was really nice and nice looking and wanted to buy me a drink, but there wasn't a parking place in sight. While we were talking a gust of wind blew my skirt way up, showing everything for just a second and I made no attempt to stop it. He smiled broadly and asked me to get in so we could find a parking place and I said, uh, no, I don't think so. But he was so nice and cute and well dressed and persistent and I was feeling so, um, uninhibited, well, you know what I did, don't you. I got in. My slip was so short it didn't begin to cover everything when I sat down, a fact that wasn't lost on him. We made a couple of laps around the complex and spotted a parking place. As we walked toward my building he pulled me close, slipped his hand under my skirt and petted my ass. Why are black guys so much better than white guys at knowing what a girl wants?!? I made sure I was in front of him when we went up the stairs. Anyway, we stopped by my room so I could put on something slightly more respectable and went to the piano bar for drinks. We hit it off really well, talked guitar and stuff, laughing about my skirt, his hand touching my leg often etc etc. Long story short, we went back to the room and had the longest and best sex I've ever had with a man. He was intense but patient, urging me to take our time with every little thang. I had intentionally left the curtains open a few inches, drawing the attention of cruisers. It was like putting on a live sex show -- well, actually it was putting on a live sex show, I guess. I think he liked it. I luved it. Afterwards we went to the restaurant for a bite to eat, he asked me when I would be back, I said probably months. He walked me backed to my room, patted my ass, kissed me goodnight and disappeared into the night. And this time I did put on my jammies and go to bed like a good -- okay, maybe not so good but maybe we should define good cuz I was pretty damn good -- little gurl. I slept late the next morning, took a shower, did my face, put on some short shorts and went for brunch at a table by the window, chatting with the waiter and daydreaming about the previous night while sipping coffee. I wondered if it was a good thing or a bad thing that my dark lover hadn't asked me to run off to the Caribbean to be his lil' island gurl cuz I could, like, get used to this, you know? |
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