I sat by the window looking at the waves lap up on the shore. They seemed to hiss as they rolled slowly back out to sea before returning. It was almost hypnotic to watch, and I wondered if the guy sitting at the bar was feeling as lonely as I was.
I had come in about an hour earlier and had dinner. At that time I was hungry for their famous seafood chowder, but not company. Now finished and pensive, I sipped my drink and let my eyes wander back to him.
I had watched as a number of different women tried to engage him in conversation, but although congenial, he never really showed any interest. perhaps thats why he intrigued me so.
He was extremely good looking and well built, so my first impression was that he was one of those hunks that ultimately turns out to be an airhead.
But now I had an uncontrollable urge to try my own wiles on him. I finished my drink, and left a tip. Then waited a moment before going to the bar and took a seat. The bar was almost empty but I deliberately took a stool that wasn't too close but close enough for me to watch him in the mirror.
I ordered another drink and tried to see his left hand. He wore no ring, but now days that really doesn't mean much. His fingers were long and his nails well manicured. He seemed sort of sad and I imagined a thousand reasons why.
Perhaps he had broken up with a girl friend, or maybe he needed a job. It could be anything, but having seen him avoid being picked up, I rather thought he would be open to a safe conversation. One that wasn't pretentious or threatening.
Yeah, sure, I wanted to be picked up. I was lonely tonight and at the very least, I would settle for a little conversation. I was about start something by talking with the bartender and see if I could get him interested in me, when this tall blonde moved in and took a stool just to his left.
I just happen to be a brunette, but I do have a damn good figure and perky boobs so I figure I'm a contender. Momentarily I was disappointed, but apparently she wasn't with him.
She sat quietly for a moment, ordered a drink and turned towards him. Her line was the worst I have ever heard, and she was pushy. She had come on with, "Hi handsome do you know there theres any action in this town?"
I was actually embarrassed for her.
Now her hand was on his arm, and I could only hear parts of what was being said. He wasn't very responsive and called the bartender over. "The lady was wondering if there's anywhere around where she could go thats got music and some action. I think she means a club or something.
Now the bartender was interested and began a conversation with her, effectively getting him off the hook.
I smiled to myself. He was cool and the way he did it was both courteous and effective. She was now trapped in a conversation with a hungry bartender who was already telling her what time he got off.
I guess they agreed to meet somewhere later and she got up looked back at him and left in a huff. I smiled to myself and decided just how I would get to him.
I began. "Very well done. And I suppose you might even have fixed our friend here up for the evening." He looked at me. "I mean the bartender. I think he's going out with her later." Now he nodded.
I wanted to go over, but kept my seat. I didn't want to crowd him.
"From around here," I asked.
"No. No I'm not. Just here for a month or so. I'm going to be instructing a class at the college. I'm starting next Monday. So I guess, yeah, you could say I'm sort of a stranger in town. And you?"
I was in.
I answered, "No. Sort of of like you I guess. I'm here for an interview. I may become an instructor at the college too. That is if everything goes well.
He nodded and I went on. "What's your class on? I mean the subject."
"I'm a doctor and I'm going to teach pain management. You know massage and medication, diagnosis, and all that.
I nodded. Now he smiled and asked: "Why don't you join me, we're sort of both involved with the college in a way, aren't we?"
Forty five minutes later I was so damn infatuated with him that my body tingled. I had never wanted a man so fucking much in my whole life. I had to put my hand in my lap to keep from touching him. At that point the conversation got around to, "where are you staying?"
Actually there were only two good places to stay in town. One was a motel in the outskirts, and the other a five star Hotel near the college. We were both staying there it seemed.
By now it was ten thirty and he suggested we share a cab and go back to the hotel. It couldn't have worked out better, and on the way we chatted about more personal things.
Yes he was single. Yes he had been engaged once but it didn't work out. Those sorts of things. I let him know that I had been married for eight months before I realized that he wasn't the one for me. Actually I confided that he was terrible in bed and that I was sort of highly sexed if thats a bit unusual.
He didn't seem impressed or even take up on it as I had hoped. I guess being a doctor he was used to people telling him those sort of personal things.
Anyway when we arrived at the hotel we had a nightcap at the bar there and then walked around looking in the stores and at the pool.
There was an exercise room, sauna, massage parlor, you know the usual amenities that people might enjoy during a stay. The stores were closed but the items for sale looked very upscale and expensive. I thought to myself that I might indulge myself in the morning. Perhaps do some shopping and even have a massage.
Telling him this he turned and smiled at me. "My specialty he commented. Part of my course, is on proper techniques for a massage. You know, pain management."
I nodded and my heart beat faster. I could just imagine his strong fingers moving over my body and I was responding.
My nipples became uncomfortably sensitive to the fabric that held my breasts and some sort of sensations were coursing thru my body and centering in my pussy. I could feel myself begin to slowly contract and my panties became sticky.
I danced around the subject of having a massage in the morning and finally asked if he could give me one. I mean if they would let him use the facilities in the exercise center. He nodded yes then changed the subject.
In front of my door I was trying to think of a reason to invite him in, but I had no real excuse and I was hoping that he would ask if he could come in, but he didn't.
Then he leaned down and our faces met. He had intended to kiss me on the cheek, but I moved my head slightly and our lips met. I reached up and put my arms around his neck and drew him to me.
I don't know what possessed me, but what restraint I had, was gone, and my lips parted. I forced my tongue deeply into his mouth and I breathed his breath.
It could have been that I had too much to drink, or that he had felt my hunger, I don't really know but he slid his arms down my back and he drew me tightly against him.
My legs were slightly askew and I forced my pelvis up against his thigh. I think I began to grind my pussy against him. I don't know, but he slowly relaxed his grip and broke our kiss.
He looked down at me and whispered. "Tomorrow. Tomorrow I'll give you that massage if you like. I think I can get them to wheel a table up to your room if you want and it will be a bit more private. Would you like that?"
I almost gagged on my own saliva as I gasped: "Yes, oh yes that would be wonderful. In the morning? Maybe around nine or so?"
He nodded again. "I don't know what time they open up down stairs but nine sounds fine." Then he leaned over again and kissed my cheek before turning to go.
He didn't look back and I turned to enter my room. I was floating. I showered and shaved my body. I wanted everything to be perfect. My pussy was last, and now it was as soft and tender as freshly kneaded dough. I went to my bed with a growing throb between my thighs and a need to jill myself to sleep.
I got my toy out and turned out the lights. Laying on my back, my heels drawn up to my tush, I let my knees fall aside, and I began to masturbate.
He made love to me in my mind. I must have cum six or seven times before my toy lost it's power and I lost my need to be satisfied. I went to sleep dreaming about tomorrow.
At seven I went down and had breakfast. Returning to my room I found a table in the living room. On it was a stack of white linen, a gown and a decanter of oil or something.
While downstairs I had bought new batteries so I spent five or so minutes with my toy and debated using it again before he came.
He was late. At ten after nine I began to fidget and pace. I was horny and anxious beyond belief.
Finally came a soft knock on the door and I opened it. He stood there dressed all in white. White T shirt, white shorts and even white loafers. God he looked delicious.
Smiling at me he apologized for being late then told me to take a hot shower. The hotter the better he explained. It opens your pores and relaxes your muscles.
