Disclaimer: The characters involved in sexual activities are of legal age.
I was just laying back on my bed, thinking about the past couple of days. I've come home to celebrate my nineteenth birthday with my family and friends, and that's when my life changed.
Remi. That's the name that was engraved on my heart in elegant calligraphy. I still can't believe I got it inked on me on a whim, after meeting her only twice.
Was it because of her smile, or how she looked at me when we talked? Either way, after just two conversations, I was convinced that she was the one. Remi is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
She never revealed her age, but from her appearance, I could tell she was in her early thirties. She was the perfect woman Graceful, confident and effortlessly stylish. Her fashion sense was truly out of this world. Both times I saw her, she was dressed in impeccable business attire. Her dress hugged her figure perfectly, accentuating her curves in a way that was elegant and mesmerizing.
I first met her when I saw her buying groceries. It was late in the evening, and from her appearance, I could tell she was coming home from work.
Curious, I glanced into her cart and noticed spaghetti, eggs, milk, mushrooms and marinara sauce. The first thought that crossed my mind was "I wonder if her cooking tastes as good as she looks."
"Hmmm, you have to taste it to judge, honey." She replied to me looking straight into my eyes.
"Shit, did I just say that loud?" I panicked internally.
"Sorry, miss. I shouldn't have said that loud. I apologize for my rudeness," I said to her.
She just nodded her head and smiled before going to the counter to pay for her groceries.
I was embarrassed. I just stood there, watching her leave the store, get into her car, and drive off. The moment she disappeared, I rushed home, threw myself onto my bed, and screamed into my pillow.
They say the first impression is the best impression, but I had just ruined mine with a careless, rude comment.
Since that day, I couldn't stop replaying that scene in my head, scolding myself for how I acted. Every day I thought about it, and felt a wave of regret. I started to go to the store every day hoping to see her again so I could apologize, but she was never there.
Every night, I fell asleep thinking about her, her smile, her beautiful brown eyes, her body, damn, her body was like that of a goddess. I dreamed of her in a bikini under the sun sitting by the pool applying lotion.
She would catch me staring and flash a radiant smile at me. "help me with this", she'd say, handling me the bottle. My hands would glide over her warm, silky skin, spreading lotion across her shoulders, down her back, and along her toned legs. She'd let out a soft sigh as I massaged the lotion into her thighs, her body melting into my touch.
Then with a teasing smirk, she would untie her bikini top and let it slide away, exposing her perfect, full breasts. "Don't stop", she would whisper, her voice dripping with need and temptation. I traced my fingers over curves, taking my time, savouring every inch of her. She leaned back, arching into my touch, her skin glistening under the sunlight.
She slid her last piece of fabric down her hips, leaving noting between her thighs. My hands roamed lower exploring her soft ass, feeling its warmth and softness. She parted her legs giving me access to her wet pussy. Her lips parted as a shiver ran through her body, her eyes locked on to mine, burning with desire.
After the massage, she got up from her bench, walked toward me, and playfully pushed me backward into the pool, jolting me awake from my dream.
For an entire week, I kept having the same dream, the woman in the same bikini, me rubbing lotion on her, and her playfully pushing me into the pool. And every time I wake up with a raging boner, forcing me to take care of it in the bathroom while still thinking of her.
A week later, I ran into her again. it was early morning and after waking up with yet another hard-on, I doused myself with cold water before stepping out for a quick morning run.
