Chapter 02: Ellie
After my wonderful evening with Susan, the interior designer (Part 1 of the series), I made a few notes in my ship's log, being sure to include her favorite activities and sensitive spots. If given the chance, I wanted to show her I cared about her in any future encounters with her.
I had learned at a young age from an older (mid thirties), exotic beauty in the Far East whom I met during my Navy days that pleasuring a woman with tantric foreplay usually pays huge dividends. After being trained by my Indian goddess, I became a devotee of Tantra, the Eastern practices of sensual foreplay for lovers. My wonderful teacher, Prita, taught me to give to a woman, listening to her sounds, her words, observe her movements, and appeal to her heart to find what pleases her each time you make love. Each experience was unique, bringing a different result as her moods, stress level, chemistry, etc. changed her experience each time, and finding the key to her pleasure became an art to be learned, and enhanced. Tantra is giving to your lover the pleasure that moves her/him to a higher plane of sensuality and sexuality. The real trick with Tantra is to learn to receive, without giving back until it is your turn. That way it enhances your experience with your partner because you aren't concentrating on pleasuring your partner at all, just your own pleasure. If you are interested in finding out more, there are several good websites that explain Tantra.
Prita was a submissive beauty, who enjoyed giving herself to her man. She was incapable on her own of receiving pleasure without being bound, and rendered incapable of giving, and she knew it. She taught me what worked for her, and, of course, I was eager to accommodate her as she was the embodiment of Indian beauty and sensuality, a woman with a terrific smile, soft sensuous lips, and luscious curves. Her dark, tawny skin was the softest I have ever felt. At the time, I had never experienced a submissive woman, having grown up in the liberal corridors of the Northeast in the 60's and 70's. I learned to bind her wrists with gentle restraints so that she would reluctantly, but inevitably, give in to her own pleasures without trying to reciprocate immediately. Once she focused on her own sexuality, she could enjoy my gifts to her. Prita showed me the beauty of a woman, as she bloomed under my efforts. She gave me an appreciation of timing, oral sex, g spot massage, and kissing/touching a woman to enhance her experience and let her know how much you care about her. Once the physical melded with emotional attraction, Prita reached the pinnacle of her own pleasure, resulting in a total orgasmic state, often squirting and experiencing multiple orgasms. When she reached that state, she was ripe for the taking, giving herself fully with all the pleasures that entails. I fondly remember our time together for Prita shaped me as a lover and taught me to listen and to communicate. The rewards were well worth the effort on my part.
I took the Wet N Wild out for her maiden voyage Monday after my personal overhaul was completed and cruised for the day, testing the engines, the pumps and the electronics. She passed with flying colors and after tying up at the marina, I set out to provision the vessel for cruising. After stocking up, I took a shower and was just relaxing with a brew, thinking about Eleanor Levine, the classy redhead I had met a few nights earlier. We were slated for dinner tonight at Ruth Criss' Steak House. I called Ellie to get directions to her condo, and to confirm we were still on for tonight. She sounded excited on the phone, as I was, to get further acquainted. It's amazing what a beautiful redhead will do to my cock! Just hearing her voice on the phone had me stiff and standing at attention in my loose fitting shorts. I thought about rubbing out a quick one, but decided not to lower my libido at all. I changed into khaki slacks and a black long sleeved shirt, splashed on a touch of light sea breeze cologne, and threw a sport jacket in the car.
As I pulled into the condo project, I saw Eleanor walk out of the lobby, she was absolutely magnificent. I was staggered by her beauty. Some women can stop traffic cold. Ellie was one of these women. I managed a weak hello, staring at her with obvious enthusiasm, opened her door for her and got in the car.
I caught her scent, together with a terrific smile, leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips. I couldn't help myself, she was just so kissable! Eleanor leaned in to me, kissing me back, then broke the kiss and smiled and said, "Hello, Stranger!" We both laughed and it was obvious to us the attraction was mutual. We headed to the restaurant, chatting amicably, the underlying sexual tension building slowly throughout the ride and dinner. We played with each others hands under the table, just light touches, and, sitting next to each other, rubbing shoulders and thighs, and our eyes probing each other's souls.
We drove to the beach after dinner and walked the soft sands of Siesta Key under the moonlight, hand in hand. I pulled her to me and kissed her softly, our lips and tongues dancing slowly at first then finding a passionate pace.
