It Was Destiny Pt 01

Growing up she had never expected it to be like this. Immigrating at a young age she had learned to fight for what she wanted in this new land where her traditional ways were not the norm. Striving for normalcy and acceptance, reading into the cultural norms of how a woman in this country should be.

Unfortunately it wasn't what she had hoped for. Man after man would latch onto her but when she rankled against their perceived notions of what a woman should be the relationship would fizzle. Sure she was proud of the strong woman she grew to be but something was wrong. It took meeting him to make her see that the societal norms were a facade.

She had first approached him in the brash modern woman way. Walking up full of confidence, showing she was in control of her life and no man was going to override her perceptions of what she was. She was direct with him and didn't mince words.

"You are the most handsome man in here and I think we should find a quiet spot to get to know each other."

It wasn't unusual for him to hear such words and compliments from women. His frame and looks were desirable and seem to be easy on the eyes. He was always in command of himself and easily guided the people around him in ways that made them comfortable and secure they were with someone who knew what life was about. He wasn't about to lose this control to someone he didn't even know.

He swivelled the stool slowly towards her so she no longer had positional power. They were now equals, for now. Even sitting on the stool he was a head taller than her. "So much confidence for a tiny little thing." He mused to himself. This might be fun.

"Sit here at the bar with me. I have some friends arriving and they expect me here."

She was taken aback by the direct command from him. Men always bent to her and did as she asked. While being on the short side her looks and figure could easily sway men to her will. To be so easily rebuffed was new to her.

Uncertain of what to do she paused.

"Or don't sit. It is up to you. We can talk or you can leave."

Wtf. The statement was getting her Korean up and now she wanted the battle. Her jaw jutting out and her arms moved to her side, pressing her already impressive rack to a near obscene proportions in her low cut top knowing the impact it had on men. She was going to turn up her assets to gain control of this situation.

"A gentleman would stand and assist me into the chair."

He got up swiftly and pulled the stool out, took one hand and placed another on the small of her back to guide her to the spot. His hand enveloped hers, she felt rough callouses but noted they were clean and well groomed. The hand on her back nearly reach around her and she couldn't have resisted it if she tried to. Her attempt at control was quickly undermined by his quick and decisive move. She climbed onto the stool and he pushed forward for her to a perfectly comfortable spot.

Sitting back in his own seat, waved to the bartender and order her a red wine. She thought he was lucky that is exactly what she would order but also fumed as the presumptive action. She felt like she didn't have the control she was used to. No man had ever had this effect on her. As she reviewed his profile she could feel that familiar tingle between her legs. Damn her little needy clit. It was making this situation even harder. He had a thick head of hair well groomed beard that covered a square manly jaw. His broad shoulders tapered down to a slim waist and through to what looked like a powerful set of legs. He didn't skip leg day!

He turned to her and caught her gaze looking him over and that put a smile on his face. He knew that he had her intrigued, he saw the same signs so many times before. He never had a hard time gaining the interest of women but this one was a bit different. She was tiny but he sensed her power. He had already decided that she would be a fine conquest.

They chatted for a bit, he easily steered the conversation around to what he needed to learn. She was dismayed that he was in so much control and not in a rude way but so confident and sure of himself. Her pussy kept defying her and screamed for her to release her control to him. But her mind was strong and she wasn't going to give in yet. Too many times she had men eating from her hands.

He looked at his watch, he smiled and said it was past the meeting time. Pulled his phone out and saw the text. His friend was waylaid and had to back out. Good news really. He was enjoying the company of this tight little package. She had a beautiful face with smooth skin and well cared for features. She was short so her proportions seemed a bit out of whack. She was probably a double d and was not afraid to show it off. Her leather skirt was just long enough to cover the top of her shapely thighs. They looked firm but not hard. Her short legs finished off to a nice pair of high heels that added a few inches to her short stature.

He stood up and said "this is a good song, join me."

She couldn't resist, he had her hand enveloped again and was guiding her off the stool. Not that she would have. She knew that guys loved to dance with her and figured this was a way to take back some of the control.

He gracefully guided her to the middle of the floor and practically swept her off her feet. The slow rhythm of the song was perfect and her was an excellent dancer. He was confident and sure of his steps. Even with the height difference and no shred experience on the dance floor he was adept at making them move as one. Any attempt at her trying to control the movement was of no use. She was putty in her hands. It was frustrating her but also felt really good. Most men were floppy and sloppy. Their main concern was rubbing their cocks against her and squishing her ample boobs into their chest.

He was really enjoying the movements and how well she followed and enhanced the dancing. She was practiced and knew how to move. He couldn't deny feeling a bit swollen as his gaze fell to her beautiful cleavage. He fought to not picture licking and kissing them. Fuck, it had been a long time since he had this feeling. This woman seemed different. She wasn't trying to grind against him like so many partners have in the past. They were moving as one with the movements and dancing being the primary concern.

As the song wound down to its finally he slowed their movements and brought her into a more intimate position. She felt herself getting wetter and the pangs building. The way he moved her around the floor, showing her off and making her feel like the most feminine woman in the place went against all her past expectations. She turned her head up to him and was met with what was the most passionate kiss she had in a very long time. What was going on? This connection was so intense and like nothing she had experienced before.

The kiss was as perfect as the dancing was. Not over the top slobber kiss of the horny men she normally is with. He was in control still and seemed to know exactly what she needed. When he slid his hand up to her cheek and finished the embrace she nearly melted. Fuck, he was in total control of her and she couldn't resist.

He looked at her and asked if she wanted to leave and go somewhere a bit more quiet.

To be continued