Joni Con
JONI GOES BLOND! #3 - "DO YOU COME HERE OFTEN?", HE ASKED.
Joni the Blonde had arrived fashionably late at the P.L. Lounge on the night in question and repaired to its famous Ladies' Room, where she checked her makeup and her blonde hairstyle, before taking a seat at the bar and ordering a beer. (Note that there is no free advertising or product placement in these photos!) Initially, Joni was engaged in an animated discussion of what roads constituted I-95 in New Jersey with another (attractive) blonde TG woman whose name I sadly don't recall, but Joni was also aware that there was a guy sitting a couple of stools away to her left who was seemingly studying both Joni and the other woman rather intently. When Joni left her stool to dispose of some gum that she had been chewing into a trash container in the Ladies' Room, the guy made his move by grabbing Joni's stool and attempting unsuccessfully to engage the other woman in conversation.
Joni returned and asked the guy if she could please have her seat back, just as the other woman excused herself to talk with some girls who were playing pool. He apologized and Joni accepted, at which point the guy started hitting on Joni by telling her just how much he LOVED her blonde hairstyle and how great she looked, etc. While these compliments, especially the one about loving Joni's blonde hairstyle, were music to Joni's ears, Joni responded sarcastically that she could tell just how much he loved Joni's blonde hair when he was trying to hit on the other blonde woman when he briefly stole Joni's seat. Clearly, at this juncture Joni was playing hard to get and had placed the guy on the defensive. There was more than one reason behind Joni's sarcastic comment because THERE IS A BACK STORY! In any event, Joni knew this guy and recognized him from a past encounter; actually two encounters; both of which had occurred approximately 6 or 7 years earlier when the P.L.Lounge was "Amanda's Hideaway". Joni didn't remember his name, but recognized him because he resembled the husband of one of my wife's best friends. Indeed, Joni had seen him on several subsequent occasions at Amanda's over the years, but neither he nor she had made any efforts to renew their acquaintance . . . . until this moment.
Stung by Joni's sarcasm, the guy backed off momentarily, and sheepishly denied that he had been hitting on the other woman. He claimed he just wanted to ask her something. (Right!) Joni and the guy then engaged in some small talk for a few minutes interspersed with more compliments about Joni's blonde hair, etc. and before long the guy was back on the offensive as he began to gently touch and massage Joni's lower left thigh. At some point, he played the part of a gentleman and asked Joni if it was okay for him to massage her thigh. Joni downplayed the issue and feigned indifference, saying she didn't mind. In truth, she was loving it! Shortly thereafter, the guy asked Joni the infamous question, "Do you come here often?" At first, Joni thought this was a silly ass question and was somewhat offended that the guy didn't remember her from the past, but then quickly realized that there might be something magical about this blonde wig and that maybe it was transforming her into a completely different woman, although some of the regular girls and the barmaids had no trouble recognizing Joni when she arrived.
In any event, Joni took this opportunity to advise the guy that this wasn't the first time they had met and reminded him that they had initially met in this same bar about 6 or 7 years earlier. The guy was incredulous, claiming he had no such memory of ever having met Joni in the past. Joni then reminded him of a somewhat kinky aspect of their first meeting which she figured would certainly refresh his recollection. She didn't feel it was necessary to even mention that there had been a second occasion. While the guy was adamant that he had no such recollection, the fact that he didn't deny the kinky aspect as something he wouldn't have ever done under any circumstances, and which one would have expected a normal guy to do, was regarded by Joni as a tacit admission on his part despite his professed lack of recall. . . besides this guy wasn't completely normal.
Rather than becoming confrontational, Joni let the guy down easy and admitted that she wasn't a blonde back then, but rather a brunette or maybe a redhead. Besides, Joni was enjoying the expanding reach of the guy's fingertips as he continued to massage her thigh! Nevertheless Joni then pointed out that the guy hadn't yet asked her name, as she pushed her empty beer bottle back across the bar as a less than subtle hint that this would be a good time to offer to buy Joni another beer. The guy ignored the hint. It was at this moment that Joni experienced another deja vu as she recalled that this was also a guy who didn't spring for drinks when he was trying to pick up a girl. Since the guy was a cheapskate, Joni refused to tell the guy her name when he asked after having been being prompted by Joni, telling him that he should give it some thought and maybe the name would come to him, while simultaneously crossing her legs tightly to send him another less than subtle hint about his long term prospects for the evening. . .
Of course, it was somewhat hypocritical for Joni to be miffed when the guy couldn't remember her name, because she couldn't remember his name either! (Somebody cue up Sinatra singing "Strangers in the Night".) Nor did Joni ask him!
Just another less than subtle hint about the guy's long term prospects. However, what was really hypocritical of Joni was her willingness to allow the guy to continue to massage her thighs, while gradually testing the integrity and resolve of her crossed thighs. For this, Joni should be ashamed. Indeed, Joni is ashamed. . . but Joni must confess. She liked it!!!
Those of you who may find Joni's promiscuous behavior in this regard to be reprehensible and who are without sin, may throw the first stone. . . . but save some for later. It gets worse! . . .
Hmmmm, BTW, Joni, could you please tighten up those legs and pull down that skirt in this photo up above?
. . . Like I said, things got worse, as the guy gradually became more emboldened in his efforts to woo Joni. At some point, the guy realized he was going to need some privacy for what he intended to do with Joni, not yet realizing that Joni had crossed her legs and maintained that posture for a reason. He asked Joni to go outside with him. Against her better judgment, Joni decided to humor the guy and follow him outside, but both the guy and Joni immediately retreated back into the air-conditioned confines of the P.L. Lounge as soon as they stepped outside and into the scorching heat of the night. The guy then inquired about Joni's car, but she advised him that there was no room because it was packed to the gills for a trip to South Carolina the following morning. Joni then inquired about his car, and the guy said it was available, but the air conditioning didn't work very well, Joni said, "In that case, no thanks!", as she spared herself a potentially uncomfortable situation.
The guy then suggested that they go sit in the backroom near the P.L. Lounge's Clothes Boutique. Once again for reasons that elude her own comprehension, Joni accompanied him into the backroom, where they sat on a sofa. It should be noted that the backroom was lit up and offered better privacy than a seat at the bar, but not much more. The guy quickly became more aggressive in his efforts to seduce Joni. The soft massages were now gropes, but Joni was equally determined to thwart his advances and kept her legs crossed tight. At some point the guy got down on his knees and began kissing Joni's legs while attempting to reach up and under Joni's already short skirt. It was an amusing, but pathetic display that Joni tolerated (enjoyed!) for a few minutes, but finally asked the guy to please get back off the floor and onto the sofa. However, that's when the guy then began pecking away at Joni's neck and cheeks, and Joni's resolve began to erode, so much so that when the guy told Joni that he wanted to kiss her on her mouth, Joni leaned over, closed her eyes, and met his eager lips . . . For a moment, the guy finally had Joni! Her resolve had totally crumpled. She had surrendered herself to temptation. She was now in his grasp and at his mercy! . . . WAS THIS HOW BLONDES HAVE MORE FUN ??? Joni wondered.
However, Joni's moment of weakness proved to be fleeting, as Joni recoiled angrily when the guy tried to immediately stick his tongue down Joni's throat! Joni advised the guy that is not how a man should kiss a woman. Joni proceeded to lecture the guy on the finer points of kissing. Kissing should be sensuous and romantic, Joni said, and should start with the lips gently massaging each other and then working progressively over time in combination with loving touches and embraces toward deeper, wetter, and more passionate kisses which ultimately could include tickling the other party's throat with one's tongue; as opposed to choking and strangling one's partner with one's tongue! . . . Thinking that she had sufficiently chastened the guy, Joni offered as a public service to demonstrate in a purely clinical manner the proper way to kiss a woman and started to gently kiss the guy on his lips, but the tutorial only lasted about ten seconds before the guy reverted back to his basic instinct to thrust his tongue. Sadly, Joni realized the guy was hopeless, and having regained her composure, she backed away and re-crossed her thighs tighter than ever.
Having been rebuffed, the guy apologized for his aggressive behavior, and seemingly realized he needed to adopt a different approach. Once again, he resorted to flattery and whispered sweet nothings in Joni's ear as he again began to gently massage her thighs, while trying to explain that his aggressive actions were a natural response to Joni's "sexiness". He actually told Joni as if it was a compliment that she "was such a tease!" (Me?. . . well maybe; eh, okay maybe a little bit!) Joni responded by chuckling at the suggestion, which she regarded as nothing more than an ill-disguised attempt to slut-shame her, but again avoided the temptation to be confrontational over what was at best a left-handed compliment. At this point, the guy grew desperate and casually mentioned that he had a seven inch piece of hardware inside his pants, which Joni acknowledged was well above the minimum federal standards, but which she had no interest in confirming or denying. (Well, maybe some other time or some other guy!) The guy then went on to point out that he was being quite literal when he said it was inside his pants as he further advised Joni that he wasn't wearing any underwear! . . . Good Lord!! That was it! Joni had enough and decided it was time to move on before this guy tried to impregnate her.
Before leaving, Joni asked the guy for a small favor by taking some photos of her with her camera. To the guy's credit, he complied and did in fact snap several photos of Joni, some of which have been posted in this current group of four photos. Like I said earlier, he wasn't a real bad guy; just a little oversexed!
He was also strangely shy. After the guy finished taking photos of Joni, she invited him to pose for a selfie with her, however he refused without any hesitation. Considering that the guy had been been very uninhibited in trying to make out with Joni at the bar and especially in the back room, Joni found his reluctance to pose for a selfie to be strangely shy. . . Like I said, he was weird!
Finally, once the photo session was over, the guy lingered as one of Joni's girlfriends came back for some quick small talk relating to items in the Clothes Boutique and inquired if Joni was interested in joining some of the other girls to go out to breakfast, as closing time was approaching. Joni indicated she would have to take a pass on breakfast, but mentioned in passing that she would like to get another beer before the bar closed. . . . At this point Joni turned to say good night (and good bye!) to her boyfriend of the evening, but he was GONE! POOF! Just like that! He was nowhere to be found, and believe me, Joni tried to find him. It was like he had been beamed up somehow! It was quite a disappearing act and in retrospect, Joni thinks it was prompted by her expressing her desire for one more beer before closing time. . . Like I said, the guy was kind of cheap.
Do blondes have more fun? Well, Joni learned one thing for sure. Blondes don't get ignored!
JONI GOES BLOND! #3 - "DO YOU COME HERE OFTEN?", HE ASKED.
Joni the Blonde had arrived fashionably late at the P.L. Lounge on the night in question and repaired to its famous Ladies' Room, where she checked her makeup and her blonde hairstyle, before taking a seat at the bar and ordering a beer. (Note that there is no free advertising or product placement in these photos!) Initially, Joni was engaged in an animated discussion of what roads constituted I-95 in New Jersey with another (attractive) blonde TG woman whose name I sadly don't recall, but Joni was also aware that there was a guy sitting a couple of stools away to her left who was seemingly studying both Joni and the other woman rather intently. When Joni left her stool to dispose of some gum that she had been chewing into a trash container in the Ladies' Room, the guy made his move by grabbing Joni's stool and attempting unsuccessfully to engage the other woman in conversation.
Joni returned and asked the guy if she could please have her seat back, just as the other woman excused herself to talk with some girls who were playing pool. He apologized and Joni accepted, at which point the guy started hitting on Joni by telling her just how much he LOVED her blonde hairstyle and how great she looked, etc. While these compliments, especially the one about loving Joni's blonde hairstyle, were music to Joni's ears, Joni responded sarcastically that she could tell just how much he loved Joni's blonde hair when he was trying to hit on the other blonde woman when he briefly stole Joni's seat. Clearly, at this juncture Joni was playing hard to get and had placed the guy on the defensive. There was more than one reason behind Joni's sarcastic comment because THERE IS A BACK STORY! In any event, Joni knew this guy and recognized him from a past encounter; actually two encounters; both of which had occurred approximately 6 or 7 years earlier when the P.L.Lounge was "Amanda's Hideaway". Joni didn't remember his name, but recognized him because he resembled the husband of one of my wife's best friends. Indeed, Joni had seen him on several subsequent occasions at Amanda's over the years, but neither he nor she had made any efforts to renew their acquaintance . . . . until this moment.
Stung by Joni's sarcasm, the guy backed off momentarily, and sheepishly denied that he had been hitting on the other woman. He claimed he just wanted to ask her something. (Right!) Joni and the guy then engaged in some small talk for a few minutes interspersed with more compliments about Joni's blonde hair, etc. and before long the guy was back on the offensive as he began to gently touch and massage Joni's lower left thigh. At some point, he played the part of a gentleman and asked Joni if it was okay for him to massage her thigh. Joni downplayed the issue and feigned indifference, saying she didn't mind. In truth, she was loving it! Shortly thereafter, the guy asked Joni the infamous question, "Do you come here often?" At first, Joni thought this was a silly ass question and was somewhat offended that the guy didn't remember her from the past, but then quickly realized that there might be something magical about this blonde wig and that maybe it was transforming her into a completely different woman, although some of the regular girls and the barmaids had no trouble recognizing Joni when she arrived.
In any event, Joni took this opportunity to advise the guy that this wasn't the first time they had met and reminded him that they had initially met in this same bar about 6 or 7 years earlier. The guy was incredulous, claiming he had no such memory of ever having met Joni in the past. Joni then reminded him of a somewhat kinky aspect of their first meeting which she figured would certainly refresh his recollection. She didn't feel it was necessary to even mention that there had been a second occasion. While the guy was adamant that he had no such recollection, the fact that he didn't deny the kinky aspect as something he wouldn't have ever done under any circumstances, and which one would have expected a normal guy to do, was regarded by Joni as a tacit admission on his part despite his professed lack of recall. . . besides this guy wasn't completely normal.
Rather than becoming confrontational, Joni let the guy down easy and admitted that she wasn't a blonde back then, but rather a brunette or maybe a redhead. Besides, Joni was enjoying the expanding reach of the guy's fingertips as he continued to massage her thigh! Nevertheless Joni then pointed out that the guy hadn't yet asked her name, as she pushed her empty beer bottle back across the bar as a less than subtle hint that this would be a good time to offer to buy Joni another beer. The guy ignored the hint. It was at this moment that Joni experienced another deja vu as she recalled that this was also a guy who didn't spring for drinks when he was trying to pick up a girl. Since the guy was a cheapskate, Joni refused to tell the guy her name when he asked after having been being prompted by Joni, telling him that he should give it some thought and maybe the name would come to him, while simultaneously crossing her legs tightly to send him another less than subtle hint about his long term prospects for the evening. . .
Of course, it was somewhat hypocritical for Joni to be miffed when the guy couldn't remember her name, because she couldn't remember his name either! (Somebody cue up Sinatra singing "Strangers in the Night".) Nor did Joni ask him!
Just another less than subtle hint about the guy's long term prospects. However, what was really hypocritical of Joni was her willingness to allow the guy to continue to massage her thighs, while gradually testing the integrity and resolve of her crossed thighs. For this, Joni should be ashamed. Indeed, Joni is ashamed. . . but Joni must confess. She liked it!!!
Those of you who may find Joni's promiscuous behavior in this regard to be reprehensible and who are without sin, may throw the first stone. . . . but save some for later. It gets worse! . . .
Hmmmm, BTW, Joni, could you please tighten up those legs and pull down that skirt in this photo up above?
. . . Like I said, things got worse, as the guy gradually became more emboldened in his efforts to woo Joni. At some point, the guy realized he was going to need some privacy for what he intended to do with Joni, not yet realizing that Joni had crossed her legs and maintained that posture for a reason. He asked Joni to go outside with him. Against her better judgment, Joni decided to humor the guy and follow him outside, but both the guy and Joni immediately retreated back into the air-conditioned confines of the P.L. Lounge as soon as they stepped outside and into the scorching heat of the night. The guy then inquired about Joni's car, but she advised him that there was no room because it was packed to the gills for a trip to South Carolina the following morning. Joni then inquired about his car, and the guy said it was available, but the air conditioning didn't work very well, Joni said, "In that case, no thanks!", as she spared herself a potentially uncomfortable situation.
The guy then suggested that they go sit in the backroom near the P.L. Lounge's Clothes Boutique. Once again for reasons that elude her own comprehension, Joni accompanied him into the backroom, where they sat on a sofa. It should be noted that the backroom was lit up and offered better privacy than a seat at the bar, but not much more. The guy quickly became more aggressive in his efforts to seduce Joni. The soft massages were now gropes, but Joni was equally determined to thwart his advances and kept her legs crossed tight. At some point the guy got down on his knees and began kissing Joni's legs while attempting to reach up and under Joni's already short skirt. It was an amusing, but pathetic display that Joni tolerated (enjoyed!) for a few minutes, but finally asked the guy to please get back off the floor and onto the sofa. However, that's when the guy then began pecking away at Joni's neck and cheeks, and Joni's resolve began to erode, so much so that when the guy told Joni that he wanted to kiss her on her mouth, Joni leaned over, closed her eyes, and met his eager lips . . . For a moment, the guy finally had Joni! Her resolve had totally crumpled. She had surrendered herself to temptation. She was now in his grasp and at his mercy! . . . WAS THIS HOW BLONDES HAVE MORE FUN ??? Joni wondered.
However, Joni's moment of weakness proved to be fleeting, as Joni recoiled angrily when the guy tried to immediately stick his tongue down Joni's throat! Joni advised the guy that is not how a man should kiss a woman. Joni proceeded to lecture the guy on the finer points of kissing. Kissing should be sensuous and romantic, Joni said, and should start with the lips gently massaging each other and then working progressively over time in combination with loving touches and embraces toward deeper, wetter, and more passionate kisses which ultimately could include tickling the other party's throat with one's tongue; as opposed to choking and strangling one's partner with one's tongue! . . . Thinking that she had sufficiently chastened the guy, Joni offered as a public service to demonstrate in a purely clinical manner the proper way to kiss a woman and started to gently kiss the guy on his lips, but the tutorial only lasted about ten seconds before the guy reverted back to his basic instinct to thrust his tongue. Sadly, Joni realized the guy was hopeless, and having regained her composure, she backed away and re-crossed her thighs tighter than ever.
Having been rebuffed, the guy apologized for his aggressive behavior, and seemingly realized he needed to adopt a different approach. Once again, he resorted to flattery and whispered sweet nothings in Joni's ear as he again began to gently massage her thighs, while trying to explain that his aggressive actions were a natural response to Joni's "sexiness". He actually told Joni as if it was a compliment that she "was such a tease!" (Me?. . . well maybe; eh, okay maybe a little bit!) Joni responded by chuckling at the suggestion, which she regarded as nothing more than an ill-disguised attempt to slut-shame her, but again avoided the temptation to be confrontational over what was at best a left-handed compliment. At this point, the guy grew desperate and casually mentioned that he had a seven inch piece of hardware inside his pants, which Joni acknowledged was well above the minimum federal standards, but which she had no interest in confirming or denying. (Well, maybe some other time or some other guy!) The guy then went on to point out that he was being quite literal when he said it was inside his pants as he further advised Joni that he wasn't wearing any underwear! . . . Good Lord!! That was it! Joni had enough and decided it was time to move on before this guy tried to impregnate her.
Before leaving, Joni asked the guy for a small favor by taking some photos of her with her camera. To the guy's credit, he complied and did in fact snap several photos of Joni, some of which have been posted in this current group of four photos. Like I said earlier, he wasn't a real bad guy; just a little oversexed!
He was also strangely shy. After the guy finished taking photos of Joni, she invited him to pose for a selfie with her, however he refused without any hesitation. Considering that the guy had been been very uninhibited in trying to make out with Joni at the bar and especially in the back room, Joni found his reluctance to pose for a selfie to be strangely shy. . . Like I said, he was weird!
Finally, once the photo session was over, the guy lingered as one of Joni's girlfriends came back for some quick small talk relating to items in the Clothes Boutique and inquired if Joni was interested in joining some of the other girls to go out to breakfast, as closing time was approaching. Joni indicated she would have to take a pass on breakfast, but mentioned in passing that she would like to get another beer before the bar closed. . . . At this point Joni turned to say good night (and good bye!) to her boyfriend of the evening, but he was GONE! POOF! Just like that! He was nowhere to be found, and believe me, Joni tried to find him. It was like he had been beamed up somehow! It was quite a disappearing act and in retrospect, Joni thinks it was prompted by her expressing her desire for one more beer before closing time. . . Like I said, the guy was kind of cheap.
Do blondes have more fun? Well, Joni learned one thing for sure. Blondes don't get ignored!