As we all deal with our isolation in different ways, I have decided to write down a few of my adventures that I replay in my mind when I am feeling particularly frisky (if you know what I mean). So, I have tried to be accurate and complete in describing the backstory, scene, and as many details as I could remember. To that end, this will probably end up as a multi-part set of stories. I hope your patience will be rewarded.
Facebook is a great tool for reaching out and connecting with people, and although not all of those connections are welcomed or rewarding, some can be. When I reached out to an old high school, short-lived flame, I never would have guessed I would get to relive the times when I got to see the star football player naked. Having chatted on Facebook, we decided to get together for dinner. Our first dinner 'date' was very pleasant, and we spent several hours reminiscing about our high school days, and getting caught up on where our lives had taken us. It was surprising how our paths had run parallel to each other...the usual stuff...jobs in sales, children, and divorces, but it was clear that after all these years, we still had a connection. The tingling in my panties when he hugged me good night made that all too clear.
On our second dinner date, and this time it was definitely a date, as I decided to wear my sexiest LBD, reaching down just above the knee with slits on both sides that offered little resistance to either eyes or hands. During dinner I casually remarked, "we should go to Vegas." I purposefully didn't add any time element, so my declaration could have meant next week, next month, next year.
You can imagine my surprise when he answered, "ok, let's go."
What was I thinking? I couldn't go right now, and I knew that when I suggested it, but the spontaneity of both my invitation and his response made it clear that he wanted to see more of me. And I took it as a gauntlet thrown down! To my disappointment, he was the very definition of a gentleman when our date ended, but I wasn't going to leave it at just a hug this time. As he approached me for a hug, I held my hands to either side of his face and brought his 6'3" frame down to my waiting lips.
To be clear, I love kissing, and I needed to remind him of those high school nights when we sat in his car outside of my parent's house, making out for what seemed like hours. Any surprise he might have had to my aggressive move melted away as his hands roamed over my body and his tongue explored my mouth.
Two days later I messaged him saying, "let's go to the beach...today!" Being landlocked, and I mean two states away from the beach, my message was loaded with "road trip" and spontaneity. I didn't expect him to actually say yes, but he did, and now I was both nervous and elated. A few hours later we were on the road. As I tend to do, the conversation turned to sex...all things sex. I have a general curiosity about people and their sex adventures, but I also wanted to know what to expect. After all, it had been a long time since we were horny teenagers in the back of his car. As he told me about his sexual history, one thing was clear, our time since high school had made me much more sexually adventurous, and realized I had my work cut out for me to give him a real 'sexual adventure' on our trip.
The drive was relatively uneventful, but our sex talk did create an electric sexual tension that made me squirm in my seat and forced him to adjust his shorts several times. The hotel was right on the beach and we had a balcony with a full view of the coastline. It was beautiful and the weather was amazing. The beach beckoned but the hotel offered free sunset drinks on the roof, so we made a quick wardrobe change and off we went. I dressed in my favorite little skirt that just reached mid-thigh and a silk top that was just sheer and loose enough to confirm that I decided to go without a bra. I loved that he took the initiative to hold my hand as we made our way to the roof.
The rooftop bar was lovely with a 360-degree view of the city and ocean, and with the sun just dipping towards the horizon. The scene was delightfully romantic. Unsurprisingly, the temperature started to drop with the sun, and my nipples were the first to notice the change, and his eyes were the second. Having a devilish exhibitionist streak means that I am hypersensitive to those around me, especially when I am the center of attention. It gives me great pleasure when I catch someone's stray eye checking me out. The more they check, the more I show.
The bar was not very crowded which gave us to opportunity to quickly order our drinks and then pick a very nice table in the corner, overlooking the ocean. The truth is that I'm a bit of a lightweight when it comes to drinking, so one big glass of wine later and I was buzzing pretty hard. This usually means that I get very friendly and handsy. So, I don't think he could quite believe it when I leaned over for a kiss, holding one hand on the back of his head and one hand on his lap. I couldn't help but think that my leaning in probably gave him an excellent view down the front of my silk blouse, and I was hoping that he was paying attention. As we kissed, my hand explored his legs and stomach, finally resting directly on his cock. Even through his shorts, his cock was pleasantly swollen.
If my hard nipples and open blouse were not enough, I hoped my hand squeezing his awakening cock would let him know that this trip was going to be a lot of fun. After an hour of wonderful conversation and relentless teasing on my part, it was quite chilly and we decided it was time to go back to our room, but as we left, I graciously accepted a full glass refill of my wine and a sweet little wink from our bartender.
