The Introduction

From the very instant that I met him, the feelings were so intense, it was like a quick slap in the face after being in a long daze.  He was tall, strong, handsome, and way too smooth with his words and actions.  I knew he was a real professional at swooning women.  I have seen these guys before.  He was the kind of man that could beautifully cite lines, and capture the hearts, minds, and lives of women instantly.  But he would not do that to this one.  I was no young ninny that is easily fooled.  I was a successful business woman that is intelligent and strong in the heart, body, and mind that had just turned thirty and was in the best shape of my life, and more beautiful than ever before.  I was no fool to be toyed with.

The truth was, I had just lost my job to company take-over.  I was a high paid systems engineer, and the computer industry had just taken a huge dive.  I was lucky enough to receive a severance package, so I decided to spend a few months at my aunt’s beach house at her invitation.  She lured me down there by telling me that it was absolutely beautiful, the male to female was eleven to one, and after working so hard for so long, an extended vacation would be the perfect way to rejuvenate myself so that I could start again.  Who could turn that down?

I had been there less than a week when I saw him.  By then, I had shifted completely from the “on the go” professional to “beach girl”.  I wore as little clothing as possible at all times, I was tan, and I had lightened my hair.  With the male/female ratio in my favor, I got a lot of looks and propositions.  If my professional life was a mess, at least I felt like a “hottie”!  And now I had discovered him…

The first hour that we spent consisted of the two of us walking around the city by the water, and me chattering about like a silly schoolgirl.  I don’t even remember what I was talking about.  Finally we settled by the water somewhere, and just sat and talked in a more heart-to-heart fashion.  I loved talking to this man, and I could not help staring at his lips as we talked.  I tried to look out at the water as much as I could so that his mouth did not distract me.  The attraction that I felt for him was startling.  I kept telling myself to keep my “shields up”, or my heart could be in trouble quick.  He was a military officer, and I had been forewarned about the way the military men operated in this area.  Oh, but I wanted that mouth!

I had a previous engagement to attend to, and too soon I had to go.  He was very flexible and told me that he would like to see me again.  We made quick arrangements for a phone call, and then departed.  He put both of his hands on my face and kissed me on the cheek.  I remember thinking “oh, give me a break smoothie, you think I’m going to fall for that one?” but I missed him as soon as we parted.  I knew that I was going be in for it.  But what the hell, I was on vacation!  Why not indulge in some romance?  Find that summer love that everyone talks about.  I knew that he was going to be stationed in outside of the country in two months, so the affair could only be temporary.  All I had to do was keep some walls in place, and just enjoy!

We talked on the phone for hours.  He was such an amazing and interesting man, and he had a mind-set similar to my own.  I had been recently disappointed to the core with the men that I was dating.  I found myself looking at my watch and finding ways to make every one of the dates end.  I had often wondered what had been so wrong with me after being disappointed in so many guys for really no reason.  But this guy was titillating.  I could not wait to see him.

Our next date had to be chaperoned.  My friend Linda was coming down for a visit, and I could not leave her at home.  I also could not wait to spend some time with this guy.  I told her all about him, and asked her if we could meet him for a quick lunch.  We did, and that lunch turned into a whole day and evening.  The three of us had a great time.  In the evening, we stopped at a bar where there was live music.  Linda suggested that we dance.  How could I resist the opportunity to be pressed up against this thing of beauty!

As soon as our bodies touched, my heart started to pound.  It wasn’t hot in there, but I was sweating uncontrollably and shaking.  I didn’t dare look up at him.  I wasn’t used to feeling like this, and I feared that my body would fail me in some way in response to the odd pressure that I was feeling.  He was talking in my ear, but I had no idea what he was saying.  All I could think about was how my body was responding, and all of the things that I had better not do.  At the end of the song, I looked up at him, and he smiled at me warmly.  Our faces were close, but I did not kiss him.  I smiled back, then spun on the balls of my feet and darted away like a small child.

Linda was tired, so I dropped her off at the beach house, and then hesitantly returned the heartthrob to his car.  When we reached the place we had left his car, we noticed it was no longer there.  We parked in the wrong spot, and the car was towed.  After some research we finally discovered where the car was and recovered it.  He went into the office to do all of the paper work and returned to my car.  I drove him through the lot until we found his vehicle.  It was time to say goodbye.  I am not a shy woman by any stretch of the imagination, but I felt strangely shy now.  I was finally going to get a taste of that mouth!

He smiled and masterfully moved in for the kiss.  This kiss went on for a very long time.  My body heat rose once again to the point that I felt feverish.  I tasted him more than I was kissing him.  I just could not get enough of that wondrous mouth.  I wanted to touch him so bad, but I only dared touch his arm that was quite strong.  It was at least over an hour that we passionately made out in the front seat like high school kids.  I couldn’t take it anymore.  I had to touch him.  My hands wandered all over his body over his clothes, and I very nearly jumped on top of him.  I was sort of climbing and then returning to my seat, as my heart and my brain were at war.  He unzipped his pants for me and I was astounded with what I found.  He was astonishingly hard and absolutely magnificent!

I don’t know if we were tired or overwhelmed, but suddenly we stopped.  We noticed that it was raining rather hard, and we laughed about the romance of kissing in the rain.  The only part that was not truly romantic was that we were basically in some kind of junkyard.  We talked a bit about how amazingly passionate we were and how remarkable our make-out session was.  He asked me if we could stay in a hotel, and a voice that sounded like mine said absolutely not.  Who said that?  That could not have been me.  Did someone jump into my body for a quick second and then betray me?

I looked at the clock.  I was something like three o’clock in the morning.  My brain took over instantly.  Yes, I could go to a hotel with him like some tramp or something, and he could move on the following day to his next prey.  You idiot, you fell for those ridiculous lines and cheek kissing and smooth-assed bullshit!  Are you sixteen, I wondered?  Are you some desperate sap, or are you a goddess.  C’mon goddess, send the seducteur home, my mind insisted.  And I did.

I felt bad for the lack of attention that was paid to my dear friend after she had traveled all of this way to see me.  So, the next day was focused on her.  I refused to see him.  I explained that I really wanted to spend some time alone with my friend for the day.  Linda and I had a great day at the beach together; we made dinner, and watched a girlie movie.  Of course, for the entirety of the day there was one thing on my mind.  Him.

As Linda and I were winding down to go to sleep, she went into her room, and I into mine.  I called him, as I promised I would.  He pleaded with me to come over and just give me a quick kiss goodnight, and then he would leave.  Yeah right, I thought and expressed.  I knew now he had an impression of what it might be like to get into my pants, and into my pants is where he was looking to get.  I was no dummy.  But I missed him.  I wanted to see him, and matter over mind, I let him come over to simply “kiss me goodnight” and then leave.

I waited for him outside in the warm night air; my heart was pounding like crazy.  I laughed at how absurd I truly was.  I felt almost like I had a split personality, or like I was a cartoon character that had the angel totem on one shoulder and the devil totem on the other, with the two arguing about what was to be done.  The angel got its ass kicked the moment he pulled into the driveway.  I leapt on him like a tigress and nearly screwed him on one of the cars.  I kept telling him that I was not going to sleep with him as I led him into my room.  I would stop for a moment, and then I would jump on him again.

Finally, as I laughed and continued to tell him that I was not going to sleep with him, I unbuttoned his shirt.  He had such a beautifully masculine chest.  I needed to see what else he had.  I kept kissing his face, his neck, and his chest, as I pushed him onto my little twin-sized bed, and took off his pants.  I kissed and nibbled on his hips and sucked on him for a very long time.  I loved sucking on him, he tasted so good, but I had to keep slowing myself so that I did not make him cum too quickly.  After all, I needed to have him inside me.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I ripped off my clothes and climbed on top of him.  I came instantly the moment he was inside me, and my passion completely took over.  I rode him as though I had waited all of my life to do so.  The sweat was pouring off of my body as I moved on top of him.  Because of the excitement and the reverence that I put forth, it did not take much longer before he could no longer hold back his own orgasm.  We lay together afterward, and I told him.  I told you I wasn’t going to sleep with you!

To Be Continued...