We met a restaurant about six months ago. I was leaving as he was coming in. As I passed him, I caught my heel on his foot and he caught my fall. As he grabbed me I giggled, "Oops, I stepped on your foot." We were still rather close as he tried keep his balance and in my ear slowly growled, "it's okay." That memory still thrills me and I can still feel his breath on my skin as those words escaped his lips. I get shivers just thinking about it.
That was our first encounter--the next encounters were just as brief. I'd say "Hello," he'd say "Hello." We'd look at each other for a second or two, but it seemed to last much longer than that. We didn't know the same people and were never in the same room for longer than it would take to eat a quick lunch and go. He didn't let on that he was into me, and I tried not to either. However, I started dressing a little sexier, and later got more daring in my attempts to get him to really notice me. Once, I wore stockings and a garter under my skirt. I was able to pick a seat with perfect placement adjacent to his. I caught his gaze for a fleeting moment so I gently dropped my hand to my leg then slowly ran my fingers along my thigh to the hem of my skirt. I delicately plucked up the fabric and slid it back up to reveal my secret to him. I caught his blush as he looked away.
While standing in line to order in the crowded restaurant, we were pressed up against one another like sardines--not that either of us minded. "Hello again, my name is Cal," he said. His smile was very young, but he was not exactly youthful. He was in his thirties but his face was still boyish. His eyes flashed as he smiled and the clear blue sky that reflected back was mesmerizing. I know I was breathless in my response.
"Hello, I'm Sandy." I shook his hand. It was warm, welcoming, and firm. Most men give gentle handshakes to women, mistaking femininity for frailness--not him. I appreciated that. Ever prepared, I slipped my business card into his pocket. I had hoped for a moment like this. My home number was written on the back with a quick "Call me... love Sandy, the girl from the restaurant."
The next night, we began a phone relationship that lasted for weeks. He had a dirty mind and I loved all the things we wanted to do to me. And it made me tingle just knowing that even when we were in the restaurant having lunch, we shared surreptitious glances, but no one else knew that we were even acquainted. We maintained our private phone conversations for weeks, but we eventually we both needed more. We decided to meet at a hotel and experience firsthand, all the intimate things we'd shared on the phone. I teased him and said that my desires were stronger than his and that I most assuredly could out last him; he disagreed. We made a date: a weekend for the two of us at a hotel on the beach. The hotel was a known hot spot for lovers that catered specifically to them.
The room was perfect. Cal had gotten there before me and prepared it for our rendezvous. The lights were dim and the fireplace was crackling. He had opened a bottle of wine and had a glass ready for me when I walked in. I set my things down and in two long strides I was by his side. Taking the glass, I leaned in for a nice warm embrace. He smelled of cedar and cinnamon--very comforting.
"Thank you," I whispered into his ear.
"You're very welcome," he said as he pulled away. "I was starting to wonder if you'd reconsidered." He sounded relaxed and at the same time happy that I hadn't backed out. Seeing him so at ease with the situation made me feel better. Perhaps I shouldn't be such a scaredy cat. After all, he was obviously excited to see me and eager to proceed with our weekend.
"Where should we begin?" I asked, trying to sound coy and yet alluring at the same time. I was nervous and trying not to let it show, but I honestly wondered what we should do next. We'd obviously been intimate on the phone and were both hungry for more. But how would we move past the first awkward moments?
"Let's start with an ice-breaker," he said, sounding more confident. If he was apprehensive now, he didn't let on at all. His cool demeanor was enticing. "How about a shower, together?"
It was the perfect idea--hot water streaming down our backs, relaxing our muscles, breaking the tension, and washing away the day. I wasn't the slightest bit hesitant about getting naked so soon. I knew that I did some of my "best work" in the shower.
"I could definitely use a shower," I said. We walked into the bathroom and shower stall was amazing. It had eight shower heads shooting from all directions and room for at least five people. Yet I could see us getting very close and cozy in there. As the steam from the shower filled the room, we helped each other undress. I unbuttoned his shirt and noticed that his body was more defined than I had imagined. His warm hand helping me remove my bra gave me a shiver, and I wondered if he'd felt it against his palm. I walked toward the shower and turned on the water to a perfectly steamy temperature. I ran my hand across his ass as I made my way to the shower, and then paused and gave him a nice spanking—not too hard, just enough to make him tingle from my sudden intense touch.
As soon as he walked into the shower with me, our hands and mouths were all over each other. I eased my way behind him and started with gentle rubbing of his back. Moving my hands gently across his skin and allowing my fingernails to scratch softly at him, I leaned in and kissed the back of his neck and nibbled there for a bit while my hand wandered around the front and worked his cock. Stroking him slowly up and down as I nibbled at him, I then slowly and gently kissed and bit the skin along his spine all the way down to his waste. His cock was already hard from my handy work, and ready for my mouth. I started with the just the tip--I eased him in gently, gave him a nice teaser and didn't let on that I was an expert at giving head. I worked the tip extensively, until I could hear his breathing become a little erratic. I knew he was enjoying my technique.
I positioned my body perfectly so that I could work the whole cock; one hand stroking him, the other playing with his balls, and my mouth sucking and stroking. I worked until I was able to get the entire member into my mouth at once, and proceeded to lick his sack at the same time. I thought he was ready to climb the walls at that point, but I didn't stop. My tongue explored his entire cock. First his balls, where I licked and sucked as the water from the shower that rained down upon my head. His moans were encouraging, and I knew I would make him cum soon if I continued, so I slowed down--there was no need to rush. I took my time licking at his cock like a lollipop until once again, strong suction along with slow methodical stroking had him shaking and moaning loudly. He grabbed my hair and pulled, forcing me fuck him with my mouth. I didn't want him to get there yet, so I pulled away from him.
As his breathing started to slow, I stood up and rinsed my mouth. With both hands, he grasped my face and pulled me into an intense kiss--more passionate than I had ever known before. His tongue explored my mouth and let me know he was an expert. My senses were reeling and I started to lose my balance a little. The water from the shower was hot and comforting, but it was starting to make my fingertips wrinkle and lose sensation so I suggested we step out and dry off. That was the moment he was waiting for. He turned the tables on me and started to work me over. He took my towel and carefully dried my body. His touch was softer than I had imagined, and it felt like he wore velvet gloves. Then, he took my hand and walked me to the room and gently laid me down on the bed.
