We met at a Starbucks somewhere in the woods in Connecticut. I was returning to Boston from a business trip to upstate New York, A little past Waterbury, CT, I took an exit into a tree-lined road to get to the Starbucks. We hit it off right away.
We chatted over a coffee about her work and her hobbies. She inquired about my passions, about what it was that I was looking for in a secondary partner. I found her seriously attractive. Her blue eyes, short blond hair, and her beautiful features would have been enough to get any man's pulse racing. She flirted with me, told me she loved my dimples. We hugged and parted ways, deciding to meet up again in a few weeks. She lived in Connecticut with her partner, and I in Boston with mine. A long-distance open relationship it would be, but I was sure it would be worth it.
A few weeks later, I drove to her home on a Saturday morning to spend the weekend with her. She greeted me at the door with a hug and set me up in her guest bedroom. I met her partner and his child (from another woman) at lunch. We conversed over the the dynamics of open relationships, about how they broke with societal norms, and how they could strengthen existing relationships. She picked up her guitar after dinner and sang some of her own compositions. What a lovely voice she had!
The partner and his child went out fishing shortly afterwards. She asked if I was in the mind for board games to spend the time. Sure! She broke out her Scrabble board and we played. As she sat across the table from me, pondering over her letters, I watched her intently, admiringly. I asked if I could massage her feet. She looked up from her tiles.
"Are you good with massages?" she asked
"So I have been told," I replied.
She offered me her legs. I took her shoes off and proceeded to gently massage her feet, one after another, starting with her toes and working my way up towards her ankles. I varied my pressure, checked her response to gauge her level of comfort, and massaged the length and width of the bridges of her feet. Then I massaged the balls of her feet, the arch, and the heels. She seemed to enjoy it. In all this time, I wordlessly admired the sheer beauty of her feet and her legs. They were quite exquisite
I was also placing my tiles in turn, not making any effort to score points at this point in time, being completely lost in my desire for her. Just as I was about to finish with the massage, I picked up one foot and sucked on the big toe.
She exclaimed with a gasp and we exchanged glances. She leaned back in her chair, pushing her foot towards me. I went to work, sucking longingly on her toes. I kissed the bridge of her feet, let my tongue wander through the crevices between her toes, and all over the arch of her feet.
The game had shifted momentum at this point. Her attention diverted, she started to place her words carelessly. A stroke of luck gave me the opportunity to place the word "GAZE" on a Triple Word Score square. She didn't seem to notice. I put her feet down, got up from my chair, walked over to her, took her face in my hands, looked deeply into those beautiful eyes of hers, and I kissed her deeply. She put her arms around my neck, pulled me closer, and kissed me back with unbridled intensity.
I reached down, put my arms around her legs and her back and lifted her off the chair. She clung to me as I walked her over to the bedroom. I placed her on the bed and we kissed. She rolled me over on to my back and kissed my neck, my cheeks, my eyes, my forehead. Then, all of a sudden, she stopped and lifted herself off of me. A little jolted out of my reverie, I opened my eyes and looked at her inquiringly.
"This is happening too quickly," she said
"Oh! OK!," I responded sitting up, trying to adjust to this sudden, unexpected turn of events.
"I think we should take it a little slower"
"If that's what you're comfortable with, sure!" I said
"I am sorry!"
"No need to apologize. I don't want to rush you into anything you're not comfortable with"
