I have had the pleasure of dating some incredibly beautiful and incredibly kinky girlfriends over the years. These are all true stories, and I'm sharing them not to bolster my own ego, but to let all the good men out there know that if you respect a woman, treat her as an equal and support her when needed, you too can find yourself in any one of these crazy situations. It never ceases to amaze me just how kinky a woman can be if she feels respected...
This is the first in a series of stories about Elizabeth. This first story tells of how we met and our discovery of mutual kinks. Later stories will talk to her incredible fetishes and how we shared them...
Several years ago I lived in a gorgeous little apartment block in the centre of town, overlooking the parks. As a serving soldier, I had this good fortune owing to a mistake in my landlords rent agreement which meant I was able to afford this gorgeous place clearly outside my means. The building was home to a predominantly yuppie crowd, with a few retirees thrown in for good measure.
In the flat downstairs lived Elizabeth, a single thirty something terrifying social climber. She was one of those ladies that loved to network, lived to earn corporate success. And she was successful as far as I could tell. Elizabeth was a tall, confident woman, athletic and perfectly put together in both her personal appearance and life. For, always well presented, nice car, nice clothes, elegantly done.
So me, being a bit rough around the edges and in the military, found her intoxicating. One day as we did our customary smile and wave as we passed on the stairs, she stopped to let me know she was having some colleagues over for drinks and would I like to join them? In her eyes, I could see she wanted the novelty of a soldier there, no doubt to entertain with whimsical stories of regimental life that they could laugh at, punctuated by thousand yard stares allowing them to castigate war and its brutality. And I was ok with that! Happy to play jester for a bunch of corporate elites.
That night I showered and changed, then grabbed a beer and took a discreet seat overlooking the outside stairwell into the building, checking out the talent as it arrived. Sure enough people started arriving and I heard them being welcomed in the usual waspish manner by Elizabeth. I was pleased to see it looked a fairly even crowd of men and women, and most appeared to be single. Should be fun... I finished a couple of beers and went downstairs.
Elizabeth greeted me at the door and I was stopped in my tracks, left wide eyed with jaw on the floor. Allow me to describe her... At 5' 9 she is tall. In her black pumps she topped off at 6'. Vibrant, thick red hair, usually up in a bun, cascaded past her shoulders like a fiery waterfall. Fair skin made up just right to accentuate her green eyes, twinkling in greeting. Luscious full lips, red, complimenting her natural hair. She was wearing a single piece elegant emerald dress, naked on the shoulders save for some flimsy straps. The fabric was taught around her incredibly tight waist and swelled perfectly over exquisite but not over done cleavage. The fabric clung to her thighs, and I literally could not stop myself looking her up and down. To my delight, she laughed and twirled for me, asking if I liked? Very much I managed to choke out as I saw her perfect round arse pushing out in overt flirtation... Good God I needed a beer!
With a gentle kiss on each cheek I entered her apartment, identical to my own but furnished much more elegantly. And then it was straight into the fearless networking I knew she loved. She guided me around as I began pumping hands, smiling, learning and instantly forgetting about two dozen names as I was introduced. Luckily, the apartment was crowded, the noise was loud. This was a far looser affair than what I thought she meant, and that was ok too.
As we neared the end of the introductions, Elizabeth excused herself to answer the door and I was left in the kitchen with about half a dozen people talking about some office gossip to which I listened with feigned interest. Elizabeth was clearly a quality host as there was plenty of beer I was welcome to, needed in this crowd with whom I knew nothing about. I was politely included, the conversation flowed and I was enjoying the whole thing.
After several hours not even the alcohol could hide my concern that anybody watching would have seen my eyes darting every so often back to Elizabeth, hopeful she'd return just for the pleasure of her glorious company. Yep, I was hooked on her.
It wasn't just the fact she was stunning. It was her confidence as she owned the room. It became apparent from her friends she was a big deal and was in the process of being recommended to the board of directors. The women I spoke to all had positive, glowing things to say. The men similarly were positive, but they like me had that same primal lust in their eyes when her name was mentioned. She had more eyes than just mine on her in that room.
