Gentle Readers - Just a little note to you all. This is my first submission to the site and it's sort of plain vanilla compared to what I've written for myself and a "friend" in the past. But, I found it to be somewhat fitting that I would use a first time with my lover as the topic for my foray into Erotic writing. This is more of a romantic story more then an erotic one. I hope you enjoy it and be gentle with your comments. Hopefully future stories that I submit will bring more of the kind of reading you are looking for. – Red
Tracy sat across the table from Mark at the steak joint they decided to stop to eat dinner at during the business trip in Kansas City. She couldn't believe she was spending the evening alone with him at last. They both worked for the same Company as Investigators but worked out of different states so they only got to see one another when the whole region got together for meetings. They'd been on assignment a few times before, but never alone. Tracy was giving presentations to Mark's office of responsibility and so he was accompanying her to the KC office to assist her with anything she needed help with.
Mark was a former police officer and Marine. He was a little shorter then Tracy but good looking as the day was long. He was 5 foot 6 inches tall and had brown eyes and hair. He was in pretty good shape too. He was 34 and she was 29. She stood 5 foot 7 with shoulder length red hair and brown/green hazel eyes. She had curves in all the right places. Her breasts were a full 42 D. She had hips that Mark loved to watch move as she walked and he'd often thought of how it would feel to have his hands on those hips.
They were both married. She had 2 kids and he had 4. Her husband was an ass and his wife was a frigid bitch. Tracy had always been attracted to Mark but didn't know if he felt the same. Since sex was almost non-existent in her marriage, she often dreamt of Mark while she masturbated. She often wondered what kind of kisser and lover he would be. As she sat across from him, she noted to herself how he actually listened intently to everything she had to say. She loved the way he laughed and his shoulders would bounce when he was truly tickled by something that was said.
He was considerate too. He held doors for her, offered to carry her luggage and help her set up for the presentation in his office earlier that day before they made their way down to KC for the meeting they'd have tomorrow. She was amazed at how easily they conversed about things in general and how she didn't get embarrassed at all when the subject turned to sex. They both joked about their first times and talked about the more wild things that they had done.
Tracy thought at one point that Mark was rubbing his leg against hers under the table, but brushed it off as nothing as the table was sort of small and that it was probably just from a lack of anywhere else to put his leg. Mark paid for dinner and helped Tracy with her coat. They went to a liquor store and headed back to the hotel. He escorted her to his room where they sat and fell back into the same easy conversation that they had shared at the restaurant. He surprised her when he lit her cigarette for her as he lit his and then began to rub her feet and calves as they talked.
Tracy could feel herself getting wetter as they talked and he continued to massage her feet and legs. It was getting warm in the room and she went to excuse herself to go back to her room to change.
"Here, you can wear this," Mark said as he took of his t-shirt.
She just about came right there when she saw his broad shoulders and strong chest. He had a tattoo in the same area of his chest as she did. His was a Globe and Eagle, the Marine Corps emblem. Hers was just a Celtic trinity knot above her left breast.
"Um, Thanks. I'll, ah, just go and change in the bathroom," she said.
She noticed that the shirt was just a bit too tight in the chest but she loved the fact that she could smell his scent on the shirt. She fixed her hair in the mirror and went back into the main room. Mark had put the radio on and asked if she'd care to dance.
"Sure. But I suck," she replied. Mark raised an eyebrow and looked at her. "AT DANCING!" she quickly spat out.
He chuckled. He held her close as the song was a slow one. She loved the feeling of his arms around her and how gentle he was. She giggled nervously and pulled away and sat back on the couch. She didn't trust how she felt at that moment. She was very horny and had wanted him, but didn't want to do something that might embarrass her if it was not what he also had in mind.
She noticed he was rubbing his neck and looked uncomfortable. Tracy climbed onto the bed behind Mark and began to rub his shoulders and neck. One of her favorite songs came on and she sang as she continued to massage him, returning the favor of his earlier gift to her of the leg and foot massage.
"Mmmmmm, that feels good," he said. "You're a pretty good singer, too."
