My Introduction to BDSM Part I: I Meet Eliza and Becca.
It was 1982, I was living in Hamilton, New Zealand having only recently left school and home.
I was 19, stood around the 6 foot 4 inches mark (193 cm) and weighed about 187 pounds (85 kg).
Years of athletics training had sculpted almost all the fat off my body. I had wide shoulders, long legs and had a brash confidence that struck some as arrogance.
I didn't consider myself that good looking but always believed I deserved to be dancing with, and chatting to, the prettiest girl in the room. Being tall, wide-shouldered and confident is (apparently) a fairly attractive combination because I usually did wind up dancing and chatting with that prettiest girl!
That, and the fact I had a steady, well-paying job with a bank, owned a car, and was renting an apartment, meant there was barely a Saturday, Sunday or Monday morning I woke up alone.
I'd go to one of the nightspots find a seat at the bar, buy a scotch (straight over ice), sip it, and simply watch for a time. Most of the guys there would have to get themselves completely smashed before they could get up the courage to talk to any of the girls.
Seriously, boys, you're an embarrassment, not only to yourselves, but to the entire male gender.
Towards the end of the night, after the non-desperate girls who had stayed on had fended off the drunken fumblings and fondlings of the clueless, I would move in on the girl, usually, in a group of 3 or 4, I had picked out from my observations.
The fact I could enunciate my request to dance without slurring or stumbling was usually surprising enough. Add in the fact I could actually dance and could make them look good dancing even if they weren't all that skilled, could hold a conversation, and didn't immediately try to pash and/or grope them and it was usually 'mission accomplished'!
FFS boys! Learn a few more dance moves than the 'drunken monkey shuffle' you all use and learn how to lead the dance so the girl you're dancing with can move with you. It's not that hard and you'll be amazed at the results it gets!
I would offer them a ride home, my car wasn't anything flash but it was clean and tidy and well maintained.
This is another FFS! Why do boys turn their cars into rubbish tips? No self-respecting girl is ever going to get in there, let alone into the backseat for some fun!
Once we were buckled in, I would turn to the girl and with a smile and ask "Would you like to come back to my place for a nightcap and a longer chat? No expectations, just a chat and see where we finish up?"
Of course, she wants to! She would have gone home with her mates if she didn't!
This particular Friday night I had taken my usual spot at the bar. It was only early, and the place was still mostly empty, so it was easy to run my eyes over the people there.
I didn't spot anyone I felt an immediate attraction to so I was engaging with a little bit of desultory conversation with a couple of the other guys sitting at the bar.
As I was sitting and watching I noticed an extremely attractive older (as in a lot older than me) woman walk in with a beautiful, perfectly formed, tiny blonde 'girl' on her arm (it was an over 18 nightclub and the checks are fairly severe so I knew she had to be at least 18. I was to find out later she was 21, older than me!).
The older woman was stunning. She must've stood about 5 foot 9 inches tall (175 cm) and was slender but had, what had to be, at least full 'C' cup breasts that stood high, firm and proud on her chest.
She was wearing a short skirt that was, definitely, an inch or two above mid-thigh. Her top was one of those types that had the built-in breast cups but the material only reached about halfway around her rib cage where they changed into a couple of straps so her lithe and well-toned back was displayed.
The top and the skirt didn't quite meet, the tummy in-between was flat and also much toned.
Her legs were long and slim. Her ankles and feet, in a pair of strappy sandals, were fine and well-formed.
As I said she was, absolutely, gorgeous!
I'm sure I wasn't the only guy in that bar a little shorter of breath!
The older woman looked around and spotted me checking her out. Our eyes met for a brief second and I swear I felt a spark jump! Her eyes continued past me but then snapped back. She raised an eyebrow slightly and I smiled.
Turning to the 'porcelain doll' with her the older woman said something to the girl, not sure what, but the girl shook her head vehemently, pouted and stamped her little foot.
The older woman folded her arms under her breasts.
I had to take a deep breath and control an urge to 'adjust myself'.
She tapped an elbow with her index finger at the same time as tapping a foot.
The porcelain doll melted, clasped her hands in front of her, and looked down all shy and embarrassed. The older woman said something else, took some keys out of her handbag and handed them to the blonde.
The girl hurried from the bar.
My first thought was one of disappointment; 'Damn", I thought. "Probably lesbians!"
Watching the girl leave I had somehow lost sight of the older woman.
Suddenly there was a dark sultry voice at my elbow. "May I take this seat?"
Thinking she meant could she take it somewhere else? I said, "Of course." The woman immediately climbed up on it beside me.
Sitting on the stool, I was standing, she was less than full hand shorter than me.
"I'm Eliza," she said, holding out her hand. "But you can call me Liz!"
I took the proffered hand, kissed the back of it lightly, and replied "John, but you can call me John!" I said and smiled (corny, I know, but something inane always seems to break the ice quicker).
Now that Liz was closer I could see she had dark brown eyes that were huge, the whites of her eyes were the finest and clearest I have ever seen. Liz had an olive complexion with very little makeup other than a little contouring around the nose and dark ruby red lipstick.
Her long wavy hair wasn't the black I thought it had been from across the room but was a dark lustrous brown. Her skin was flawless and her teeth were small, white and perfectly formed.
I was immediately entranced. Although she was, obviously, a good (I thought) 7 -- 8 years older than me I wanted this woman badly.
Unlike normally I couldn't think of a damned thing to say. I mean, what could this callow youth ever talk to this Goddess about that would interest her?