This story was created for my wife to enjoy. I hope you enjoy it as well, but please remember that SHE is the muse and it was specifically written to excite and tantalize her. I am not a professional writer and would appreciate any constructive thoughts you are willing to provide to help me improve. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy the story.
You are sitting on the beach alone after a day of sunbathing. Your skin is warm from a day in the sun, but the cool ocean breeze is chilling you as it rolls in over the breaking surf. The crowds have gone and all that remains are those enjoying the fading sunset, and peace brought on by the waves rolling along the beach.
As you watch the sun slip into the sea you stand and pull on your shorts and coverup. You gather your items and walk toward your car. You put your stuff into your trunk, walk around the vehicle and climb in. The warm leather seats feel good against your chilled skin.
As you are preparing to pull into traffic, you see a good-looking man walking along the street. He approaches the driveway you are waiting in and signals you to go ahead of him. As you pull out you have a vision of him from your past. You immediately pull over, look in your mirror and recognize him as your high school crush, the one you never had the nerve to approach. You stop your car along the side of the road, get out and call to him. You reintroduce yourself and he has instant recognition of you as well.
You talk about the old days for a few minutes, and he asks if you have any plans for the evening. You say you don't, and he invites you to dinner so you can catch up. You tell him that you would love to do that, but you need to get cleaned up and change clothes. He replies with the typical, "you are beautiful just the way you are," but you know that your hair is a wind-blown mess, and you have sand in places that you would rather not allow it to stay. You thank him and compromise on a time to meet up and a very nice restaurant near your home.
When you arrive, you are seated by the hostess, and you order a glass of wine. You are feeling excited, but anxious as well. This was your unobtainable crush after all. Anthony soon arrives, orders you another glass of wine and a single malt scotch for himself. You chit chat as you work through the menu. Talking about the past and what sounds good to eat.
As you wait for your food to come out, Anthony asks, "what's your current status, married, single, divorced...?" "never been married." You reply.
Anthony says he married a girl while still in college that was in several of the same classes. "She had just been looking for a free ride through life and a meal ticket, so it never really stood much of a chance." he adds.
The food arrives with another round of drinks. You are really enjoying the conversation and meal. You finish up and he orders another round of drinks. You jokingly say, "Are you just trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me?" He looks deep into your eyes and asks, "Would you like me to take advantage of you?"
You lick your lips seductively, reach across the table, take his hand, and suck his finger into your mouth. As it slides out of your mouth, coated in your saliva, you give a wicked smile and say, "I don't want you to take advantage of me, I want to take advantage of you!"