I had just arrived in this quaint, romantic costal town. Other than making myself a dinner reservation I had no agenda or plan, just some much needed time to myself. I needed to get away from way to much reality at home. Just being here was a fantasy fulfilled. Ah, freedom.
I had some time so I decided to do a little window-shopping and then have dinner at sunset overlooking the ocean. There were quite a number of interesting, busy little shops specializing in antiques, artwork and all kinds of touristy things.
I thoroughly enjoyed slowly browsing and people watching. I couldn't help but notice the young couples who seemed to enjoy being together and of course a number of very attractive men. I allowed myself to get just a little aroused. It seemed that if I saw a particularly handsome man some clinging woman would appear. "Damn, the best ones are always taken," I'd think. Lucky girls. Nonetheless I chatted with a number of people, men and women, and everyone was open and friendly.
I saw an outfit that I really loved and although I wasn't planning to buy anything the store clerk talked me into trying it on. She said that if I liked it I should wear it out to dinner. The texture of the material was exquisite. It was a medium length artistically colored skirt and a coordinated, very pretty but slightly too revealing blouse. I stripped to the skin and changed. It was soft and sumptuous. I was sold. Normally I wouldn't go anywhere with no underwear but I was a million miles from anyone who might know me. I felt sexy and free. Good therapy I figured for someone like me who had too many responsibilities, inhibitions and a prim and proper reputation back at home. No one would ever know. I loved the smooth caressing looseness, the freedom and the occasional stimulating breath of air on my naked skin as I moved. Sexy, not like me normally, but you have to yield to impulse sometimes in your life. I liked it. I allowed myself to get a little more aroused. I came out of the dressing room and the clerk ooohed and ahhhed over how I looked.
"You need something though," she said as she led me over to the jewelry.
She showed me several pieces when an attractive man about my age said, "This would look great on you."
She wholeheartedly agreed. It was a matching necklace and bracelet set and at the right price. I thanked them both and proceeded to pay for my newfound treasures. When I left the cash register the gentleman was gone. Too bad.
I dropped my old clothes off in a beach locker. A number of shops later it was time for dinner. It was crowded but I got seated relatively quickly and found myself as planned at a tiny table in the corner with an absolutely beautiful view. I brought a glass of wine from the bar leaned back and just relaxed. It would take a while to get served.
It wasn't too long though when an attractive gentleman tapped me on the shoulder, "Excuse me, I wonder if I might join you? I didn't make a reservation and I might just starve to death if you don't take pity on me." He was filling my glass from a freshly opened bottle of my favorite wine.
As he began to speak I realized and then said enthusiastically, "You are…"
He interrupted, "I like your necklace, it matches your outfit perfectly."
"…the man from the shop." I finished. He smiled and nodded. How did he know what I was drinking?
I continued, "Well, with your taste in jewelry --and wine --and with a line like that how could I refuse? You'd better have a seat before you pass out." He had the most gorgeous eyes.
Playing with my necklace I thanked him for his help and good taste. He told me that he was sure I would look awesome in any outfit. I laughed and then told him of my wonderful afternoon. We had many similar interests and agreed which were the best shops. We even agreed on which pieces of art we would like to own.
I was sitting forward in my seat when he extended his hand and introduced himself as Jack. His big hand was warm, strong and sure. I held on longer than I needed to and introduced myself too. I reluctantly let go. I began to feel a pleasant feeling throughout my body and my nipples started to swell as my silky smooth blouse glided against their firm prominence.
The wine and our conversation flowed. The service was slow but the sun was setting and we didn't care. This evening too was one of those evenings that could have been born in my long denied fantasies. The setting, his mannerisms, his wit, sense of humor and his smile were captivating. Somehow he knew how to push all of the right buttons. I lost myself in his charms. He was so at ease and even though we talked about the water, boats, clouds and colors I felt like I was the only person that mattered to him. As we talked I began to have longing thoughts. I would love to walk the beach with him breathing in the fresh ocean breeze, enjoying the stars --and maybe more. I encouraged and enjoyed his gaze into my blouse when I occasionally leaned a little too far forward to make a point or to touch his hand. It was electric for me. I felt a pleasant tension bubbling up from deep within my pelvis. Teasing myself I brazenly opened my legs to him, fully exposed, though he couldn't see me below the table. Then, crossing my legs strategically and moving precisely I slowly stimulated myself. I reluctantly stopped when, well, I just had to.
