I could not believe you really wanted to have a meeting. I mean the conversation had been good and with your continued critiques I was finally able to write you stories that appealed to you and from what you had told me even started to excite you. You still had never written to me to explain in depth what you did during or after reading my stories but my imagination filled in most of the blanks. I still hadn't received a pic from you and had know idea who I was looking to meet but I showed up where we had planned and hoped for a clue. It was a warm day and I had worn a pair of Dockers shorts, a collared pullover short sleeve shirt, and a pair of sandals. When I entered I had to let my eyes adjust to the low light in the shop and started looking for a single woman. When I noticed about six of them I contemplated how I would find you. Walking toward the bar I noticed you with a mischievous smile, a pair of sport style shorts that seemed to hug your body lovingly, a small cotton shirt with tiny straps resembling a bralette, and a pair of sandals.
When you saw me next I was approaching you from behind carrying an iced tea and a beer. I slid into the booth and asked, "how long would you have kept me guessing?" You flashed a wonderful smile if not a little mischievous, replying "as long as you would have kept trying it kind of excited me." I laughed and you asked, "How'd you know anyway?" I thought about some bullsh*t line and let it go, "a guess really, but your smile and the fact you were sitting alone helped a lot."
I couldn't help staring from time to time. You are very enticing to look at. Your eyes captured my interest most of the time, but being a man, (we are all pigs) I tried to sneak a peek at that wonderful cleavage and those tightly bound breasts. The conversation was great and my imagination was already in full gear. Your intelligence lost me at times and I had to confess ignorance on some of the issues and ideas you spoke of letting you know I was left in the dark.
As lunch continued, I asked "so why the meeting?" I felt your bare foot slide up my leg until you let the ball of your foot rest on my crotch. You looked around briefly to see if any were watching and then commented on the hardness you could feel beneath your foot. As I said my imagination had been working overtime and I was quite aroused. When your foot started it's travels I grew to full length and you could now feel it pulse under your toes.
You replied, "I really wanted to show you what turns me on. I enjoy your writing and think you could keep me busy for hours if you had the right research material." All of this was said with a gleam in your eyes and a full bright smile on your face. You had at least dropped your foot from its' vantage point and I was quite glad that the massage had stopped. I don't know how much more I could have taken.
Ok I thought I was game. I knew that I could not expect any gratification other than helping myself later, but that was enough. This sounded like it would be a very enjoyable adventure / experiment. "Well this is definitely not what I thought would be happening today but show me what you have in mind?"
With that said we left the coffee shop and headed out to the waterfront. Walking down the boardwalk I couldn't help but smile. You were receiving many looks from both men and women. Your body and the confidence you carried yourself with were both very attractive attributes. When we sat down we had reclining chairs side by side and I smelled your perfume and the scent of your body together. It was quite a heady aroma and again I was amazed that you didn't have guys regularly eating out of you hand. Then again wasn't I basically doing that now?
We got down to the topic of discussion and you were telling me about caresses and choice of words following each with a touch or example. You leaned in close while explaining things in a husky whisper and I again found myself growing hard. Your lips were so full, moist and provocative. I wanted to feel them on mine, or better yet exploring my body. While you talked, I was daydreaming of having you right there on the recliners. I imagined it could be discreet if we were covered with a light blanket. Though all who looked slightly close enough would realize what was going on. When I again focused on your words I apologized for daydreaming and that I had to let you know what was going on in my head. You listened closely and kissed my cheek when I was finished that is what I'm talking about.
We headed down to the sand borrowing a tablecloth from the sidewalk café to use as our blanket. I spread it all out for us and started to take off my top as I noticed you were removing your shorts. What I had imagined to be a thong under those hot shorts was a very sexy, small bright orange bikini bottom. You dropped your shorts as I dropped my shirt and we each removed our sandals dropping them in the sand. I asked If you needed some lotion or sunscreen, and you replied "and if I did where would you get it?...giggles?" I told you, "You have me so excited right now that I would go buy some or borrow some to get the chance to caress your body." You again giggled and said, "Well in that case you can use my oil." You reached into your small bag and produced some sun tanning oil and handed it to me. "Spread it sparingly I really don't like to be covered in heavy oil while I'm the beach." The last was said with so much innuendo that I really couldn't wait to get started." While I rubbed the oil into your shoulders and back I was softly telling you how much I would like for us to be naked as I performed this task. How, if I was you, could feel my desire and need for you resting on your round, firm backside. Just barely falling into the space between both of my present desires as I moved down to your lower back. Working your lower back I am aching to feel your bottom. I want it sooooo bad. I work back up to your shoulders ensuring I thin out and rub in the oil presently there.
You ask me to keep telling you what I want to do with you. I lean forward to whisper in your ear, "I want all of you but I'll start with this." Gently I kiss the back and side of your neck. My mustache lightly brushes the same area drawing a line of goose pimples down your arms. I let my kisses trail to your shoulder tasting a little of the oil but not really caring. "I want to explore all of your body with my mouth. Tasting and licking seeing what effect it has and where you truly enjoy being touched." My kisses finish and I put my large hands back to work caressing your side letting my fingertips try to brush the undersides of your full sweet breasts. The bralette type top you have prevents me from achieving my goal. I wonder if that is intentional. You ask if I will rub the kinks out of your calves while I apply some oil to your legs. Of course I will do that very thing. Sliding back until I am now away from the top of you I start to rub the lotion into your calves and feet. While I rub your feet you twitch a little, "ticklish?" I ask. You look back over your shoulder at me, "yes and don't get any ideas please I hate to be tickled." I ease off on the feet and start to work your calves. They are very shapely and firm. As I massage them my eyes fall to the small space left between where your inner thighs end and your bottom starts. I can see the small piece of orange fabric mounding out covering the treasure beneath. My hands start to slide higher working your hamstrings. Massaging and working the entire area. Every once in a while letting my fingertips reach out toward the gap where your legs no longer close entirely. I really want to let my tongue wander; I can feel your folds and taste the sweetness of your sex. My fingers have wandered further than I had anticipated in my moment of daydreaming. I gently nudge the edges of your small bikini a few times before you look over your shoulder at me smiling. "Be careful there are plenty of prying eyes, be discreet love"
