Scott was the perfect guy for me and he came along at a time in my life when I desperately needed something good to happen. He was a tall, handsome man with dark, pensive eyes, dark hair, and he wore his facial hair in an extremely trimmed beard. He also had a nice ass, which I noticed right away. He was in the military, which was a change from the corporate guys I had dated previously. I had been involved with some men prior to Scott that weren't even close to what I was looking for, but somehow I had allowed myself to develop feelings for them that made things complicated. Of course, those relationships had ended badly and I was just about to give up on love when I met Scott.
It was like a fairytale from the first moment I laid eyes on him. There was something about the way his eyes met mine that made me realize that he was the man I had been searching for. Our first date was filled with moments that I knew I would remember forever and I started to wonder if maybe I had finally met "the one." Scott seemed to be just as enamored with me as I was with him, maybe even more so, and for once in my life, I didn't feel the urge to instantly sabotage things. I wanted to stay and find out what Scott was all about.
As our relationship grew, I realized that he was looking for all of the same things I was looking for. He was looking for a partner and a real relationship, with the right person, of course. He seemed to think the right person was actually me. For once, I was someone's first choice and they were mine! I was so giddy I told all of my friends every excruciating detail about Scott.
"OMG Lindsey! He's hot! What's his dick like?" one of my friends texted after I sent over a picture of Scott and me.
"Oh my God! He's uncut! He's the first guy I've ever had sex with that has foreskin! What do I do?" I answered, my brain in shock. I didn't want to mess things up by not touching his uncut dick properly. Don't worry, I figured it out with my friend's advice and Scott even helped me. He thought it was cute that I didn't know what I was doing, but I quickly learned.
This was the first relationship I had been in where things were actually equal. He loved me and I loved him. I felt a sense of security with Scott because of that, one that I hadn't felt with any of the other men I had dated or slept with. Gone was the desperate feeling of trying to please an unpleasable partner and in its place was the freedom to be who I truly was in the relationship. Scott was open to me being myself and he had said so on many occasions.
The only issue I had with Scott was kind of a big one. He wasn't exactly kinky like my last boyfriend, who was also my boss at the time. He had a big cock and I love men in positions of power. Things were different with Scott and me. Though I had asked him and tried to explain what I needed in the kink department, he wasn't exactly on my level. I wondered if it would end up being a deal-breaker but some of my friends seemed to think that Scott had a more perverted side that was lurking just under the surface.
"It'll come out!" one of my friends had insisted but the longer I was with Scott and the more things stayed in the vanilla realm in the bedroom, the more frustrated I became. I made a decision. There was something that I was into that I wanted to show him. I was ready to show him some of my real perversion so I could see if he could handle it. I started letting hints slip out about what I was into, dropping them in almost every conversation until everything was out in the open and he knew what I wanted to do to him.
"Lyndsey, I just don't think I can get into that!" he told me honestly as he reached up to stroke my blonde hair gently with his fingers.
"Just give it a chance, you might love it."
"I doubt that."
"How do you know unless you try?" I stared him down.
"I'll think about it," Scott had said several times now but he still wouldn't allow me to do what I wanted. I tried my best to be patient. I tried to get him into some of the other things that I liked. He balked at each one with the same lack of enthusiasm and I was really starting to worry. Everything else about Scott was absolutely perfect except for this. It's too bad my sexual perversion was such a big deal to me. I wondered if I would have to break up with Scott for not being perverted enough for me and a few times I even tried.
Scott always had an answer or a way out of breaking up and so the months wore on and I continued to ask him when it would be the right time for me to do that thing that I liked to him. He resisted for almost three months before he finally gave in.
We were out for dinner at a beautiful restaurant in Miami. It was overlooking the ocean at dusk and the sun was slipping down into the water, leaving a glorious trail of pinks and oranges in its wake. I was really feeling the moment with him, allowing the love that had been so startling at first to settle over me as our eyes met. He gathered my hands in his as they cleared the dessert plates.
"You're so beautiful, Lindsey. I'm so glad I got to spend this night with you," Scott said passionately. He always meant it when he said things like that to me and I took in his love and tried my best to show him with my eyes that I felt the same way.
"I'm so happy, Scott. This was a lovely dinner with you. Thank you so much for bringing me here."
"It's my pleasure. You look so beautiful tonight. I'll never forget how you look in that outfit. I can't wait to get you home so I can take it all off." I was wearing a lowcut, sparkly tank top that showed off my slender arms and my small, firm breasts paired with a pair of tight, black pants and silver high heels that accentuated the firmness of my ass and thighs.
"Maybe tonight is the night where I can do that thing to you that I've been wanting to do." I tried my best to keep my eyes sultry and smoldering with the hint of sex, knowing that he wanted to take me to the bedroom next and ravage my body. Too bad my plan was to ravage his first.
"Lyndsey, you just keep bringing that up, don't you?"
"Yeah, I really want to try it."
He paused and let out a heavy sigh that I recognized well. I knew that he was thinking about it and I was instantly turned on. My pussy was dripping and I could feel the sogginess of my tiny G-string panties.
"I'll think about it."
"You said that last night. Why don't you think about it while I'm doing it." I watched him pause to sign the bill for our dinner and then he was escorting me to the car. The ride back to my place was a little strange. Scott was quieter than usual and I chalked that up to him thinking heavily about things. I fiddled with the radio nervously. I wondered if my request had upset him and in a way, I kind of hoped that it had. I wanted him to be a bit wary about what was about to happen to him. That was part of the fun!
"Well, here we are!" I announced, chattering nervously since Scott was still stuck in his own head. "Why don't we head to the bedroom. I'll grab some wine and meet you there. Be naked by the time I get there, okay?"
