Author's Note:
This is my first story, please be gentle. Feedback welcome! Thank you for reading.
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At first I didn't detect the energy - the desire building during the time we were both sitting on that couch on the same side of the table. For the first drink I kept asking myself what the hell I was doing there as she asked me about my life and the events that had led to my recent divorce. She was 19, I'm 34. We met on a dating app while traveling in a foreign country but we live in the same city back home. I'd gone to the college where she is currently a freshman. She even lives in the same dorm building I lived in 15 years ago.
But after her second drink she play-acted falling over as if she were tired and happened to fall right into my arms. She looked up at me - she looked almost frightened - and we began kissing immediately. It was a very 19 year old thing to do, but it was cute. Her mouth was so small and her tongue was strangely hard and inexperienced. We kissed softly for 5 minutes as I touched her face and began to run my fingers through her hair, gently grabbing it and pulling her bed backwards so I could kiss her more deeply. She was melting. I called for the check and we left the dark and quiet hotel bar where we had been for the last hour. We didn't speak as we walked the three blocks to the ocean bluff, 200 feet over the ocean. I had my arm around her shoulder and she was hugging my waist. She was a lanky 5'9" to my 6'2", but rail thin with long dark hair that was twisting in the gentle breeze and I was getting hard thinking about wrapping my hands around her waist from behind, but I didn't want to get ahead of myself.
It was past midnight but the grassy bluff was busy with groups of teens laughing and drinking and young lovers kissing, laying looking up at the foggy full moon. I thought it was too soon to suggest making a move back to my apartment so we hopped the short stone wall that separated the sidewalk from the flowers and palm trees and found a relatively quiet spot where we could look down at the ocean. We sat down next to each other and after a very short, silent pause we started kissing again as we had in the bar. She was wearing a knee length red flowered sun dress and little white sneakers and as she sat with her legs bent in front of her, I reached under her dress and parted her knees so I could grab her thigh as I pulled her towards me by the waist with my other arm.
I kissed her cheek and her ear and she began to giggle, tilting her head back. I kissed and licked my way down her neck towards her collarbone. She started to breathe more heavily as I pushed my hand further up her thigh. She responded by grabbing my upper arm gripping it for dear life. She began to rub my back with her other hand, digging her nails and scratching whatever surface she could. I grazed my fingers across the very tops of her thighs, in the small cavity between her panties and where her leg met her body and she let out a gasp, looking around to see how much privacy we had after briefly losing herself in the haze of the alcohol and the darkness. It hardly mattered. No one was looking and no one cared. The smell of the sea was overwhelming as a fog bank rolled in. Suddenly, we couldn't see 10 feet around us and the cars passing below became blobs of white and red criss-crossing each other while the street lights behind us were barely visible.