Her name was Holly. God she was beautiful. I was smitten the moment I laid eyes on her. Although she was just an intern, she seemed mature for her age. She oozed with confidence and whenever she entered the office, everyone would stop and look at her. Holly must've been 21 or 22 years old. She liked to keep fit, she always wore tiny mini-skirts which showed off her swimmers thighs and silky long legs, legs that could choke you to death! Whenever she wore heels, she would tower over me at over 6ft. She had a strong upper body, with well defined (slightly muscular) arms. She had beautiful tanned olive skin, long flowing brown hair, dark brown eyes, high cheek bones, luscious pouty lips with a perfect button nose. In other words, she was a goddess. Perfect in everyway. She didn't belong here, in an office, she belonged in a beauty pageant. I'm certain if she tried, she could be Miss Universe.
She was excellent jerk off material. After she joined us at work, it took me only a week to search for her on facebook and become her friend online. I was surprised she accepted my request. I was in paradise: there were many photos of her on holidays, partying with girlfriends (which were equally as attractive as she) and in particular, there were quite allot of bikini shots. I don't mind telling you that I spent quite allot of time in my office, pounding my meat to images of her in an itsy bitsy bikini.... and there were many photo's of her wearing practically nothing. I can't quite explain her body, I'll just say this: perfection. Toned in all the right places! She has a flat stomach, a belly button ring, a large lower back tattoo, well defined thighs and modest c Cup breasts. She is the perfect woman.
By this point in my life I was living alone. To say I was lonely was an understatement. I was new in town and I didn't particularly get out that much. My Friday and Saturday nights consisted of pizza, beer and porn.... but more recently, images of Holly were my primary 'jerk off material'. I became obsessed with her, I fantasised of what it would be like for us to be an item. Not just the sex, but the whole 'relationship thing'. Yes she was young, but the right age for me. It was just a dream though, I was too afraid to approach her and besides: her relationship status said that she was 'in a relationship' with a guy named 'Fred Spielmyer'..... What type of name is that?? I ask you.
When I checked out his profile, my heart sank.... There was no way I could possibly compete with this guy. He looked like Mr. Universe! Thankfully, he had not set his privacy settings on facebook so I could peruse his photo albums.
There was an album titled: 'Fred's WNBF body building comp' Yep, her boyfriend was a bodybuilder. There was an assortment of photos of a very tall, very buff guy with orange body paint wearing nothing but a tiny black speedo striking poses and flexing muscles. Judging by the photo's he was runner up at that competition. My heart sank. I always had the notion that because bodybuilders took steroids, their privates were permanently shrunken, like a little boy. Not with Fred. Dressed in nothing but a tight black speedo that left very little to the imagination: he was bulging out! Literally! I'm sure he was the 'most hung' guy at the competition.
No wonder she was with him, he had muscles, popularity, confidence and a huge fucking wang..... all the qualities which I sadly do not possess. What really depressed me was the fact that I found an assortment of photos of her 'rubbing him all over with orange body paint' preparing him for the competition "Lucky bastard!" I began to fantasise what it would be like to be in Fred's shoes, damn he's a lucky guy. I'm so goddamn jealous.
Now, I know what you're thinking and yes, you're right. I' am a pervert. After a few weeks of monitoring Holly's facebook profile I noticed a change: her relationship status had changed. It had gone from 'Being in a Relationship' to 'it's complicated'
Could there be trouble in paradise? Sure enough, a few days later her status changed again from 'it's complicated' to 'single'. The girl of my dreams was single. It was official. The news excited me, to the point where I was whistling at work. A few more weeks passed and I'd gathered up the nerve to 'smile at her' in passing. Just a smile and a friendly wave.
I'm sure she thought nothing of it at first, but I soon realised that she was following me on facebook. I had just purchased a new car: a 2006 BMW 525i. I posted some pictures on facebook of my new car and..... she commented 'nice toy, big boy'. What did this mean? Was she giving me licence to pursue her? This drove me crazy.
When I learned that she would not be returning after the summer holidays, I realised that I had to act quick or I would miss out forever. When I worked up the nerve to ask her out, she turned me down saying that she just wanted to focus on her work. I was crushed, I hurt, really bad, not to mention feeling extremely stupid. I went around the office and talked all the other girls into saying nice things about me. My plan was simple, get everyone to praise me and tell her that I'm a 'great guy'
After a week of running around, I asked her out again and to my surprise she said yes. We began dating thereafter. I would take her out to nice restaurants and she would drag me along to various plays, shows and artsy events. She was mature for her age and although I was 11 years older than her, I felt like a child around her. I somehow still felt way out of her league. I know she sensed this, she would taunt and tease me at times.... Of course, I was denied sex. It was her power over me. She knew I wanted it badly and she knew I was too much of a wimp to make a move.... and I was (mostly out of fear of rejection). She'd get me really hot and bothered.
Soon summer arrived and she told me that she wouldn't be coming back to Los Angeles after the holidays. I was crushed, devastated. I knew it was too good to be true. We decided that it would be in our best interests to call it quits and stop seeing each other in order to avoid an emotional sea saw. It literally felt like my life was over.... and I didn't even get to fuck her.
To my surprise however, she invited me to go with her to visit her parents in San Diego, saying that we should have 'one last hoorah' before we parted ways. In the back of my mind I knew what she meant: Sex. I would finally get to 'have my way with her' I swear, I got an erection just thinking about it.
Holly's parents lived in a magnificent house in an exclusive suburb near the beach. After the introductions and a glass of wine to help us unwind, we all decided to turn in. Holly's mom showed me to the guest bedroom while Holly spent the night in her old room. That night seemed to go on forever and Holly could tell that I was particularly sexually frustrated, in fact, she thought it was funny. When I leaned in to kiss her good night, she whispered in my ear, "Think of me when you touch yourself tonight" she giggled and shut the door in my face. She was teasing me and it was driving me mad. I took her advice that night.
The next day Holly and I awoke only to find the house empty. Her parents had gone for the day to visit some friends in the city.... In other words, Holly and I had the whole house to ourselves. I had dreamed of being in this position for months! I was finally right were I wanted to be. I was in Fred Spielmyers shoes. At that moment, I didn't care that our relationship wouldn't go beyond this weekend... I just wanted to fuck her. I wanted to pound that perfect pussy of hers.
Of course, she had other plans in mind.
As I said, Holly had a power over me. The power of the pussy. It was an incredible thing. I didn't particularly want to go anywhere until Holly suggested that we go to the beach for a few hours. I quickly changed my tune, jumping on board. I longed to see her in a little bikini... in real life at least.
We drove a little north of San Diego to a place Holly said was called Black's Beach. The parking lot was high up on a cliff and the beach was down below. We loaded up our stuff and started walking down the path to the beach. As we got near the bottom, like a sledgehammer pounding at my chest, I realized that Black's Beach was a nude beach. This was not what I had in mind. Not what I had in mind at all.
Holly led the way as I trailed behind. It was a beautiful hot day and the beach was already full of people in various states of undress. Holly gave me a sly smile and said "I hope you're not shy!" I laughed and said "Of course not," but in reality I was scared to death. I'm not well hung and have always avoided situations that involved public nudity.
