2 posts tagged “sexy stories”
I’ve fallen back into my wicked ways. Not that I was trying to be stop my habits altogether but at least I thought I’d cut back a bit. The experience in Venice awakened my senses and made it difficult to say no when a potential lover came calling.
I was working in my office one rainy morning when my personal phone rang in the kitchen. Annoyed by the interruption, I decided to let the machine get it. I could hear the message as it was being left:
“Hi Dayna, this is Gage. We met outside the bar in Seattle on St Patty’s Day. Anyway, I was thinking it might be fun to go out sometime. Give me a call if you get a chance.” He went on to give me his number and best time to reach him.
I had a mental picture of him and how nice looking he was. I’d forgotten about him; it’s been so long since we met and it was a brief meeting; I never thought he’d actually call.
I was curious so after I finished my morning work, I called back.
He lives in Seattle so we decided to meet in the middle at a bar then go from there. I got there early as I usually do when meeting someone. I was glad I did so that I wouldn’t miss his entrance. He was better looking than I remember. Maybe it was the daylight verses the street light or that I hadn’t been drinking yet but he was gorgeous. Six foot two or three about 200 pounds and expertly dressed. Not too casual and not dressed up; a pleasing combination in jeans, white shirt and sport coat. His dirty blonde hair had a tousled carefree look that probably took some time to get just so. It made think of how easy it is to achieve by taking a tumble in bed. And so much more fun than standing in front of a mirror with a brush, gel and spray. He spotted me watching him and his face broke into a wide smile.
We made small talk over a couple of drinks. We both seemed at ease. I’ve been going on dates for so long I rarely feel nervous anymore. I can tell within a few minutes if it’s someone I want to continue the evening with. If not, I find a way to get out of it early.
He talked a lot about himself because I led the conversation that way. It’s good to find out about him and reveal very little about myself. He is 29, never been married, no kids, works for a dot com on the Eastside and lives in an apartment near the UW. His entire large family lives up north not too far from me and I could tell he lives in Seattle is because it’s easier to commute from there and he likes the night life. When he gets older he’ll end up in the suburbs near his family and do the long commute thing. Despite his boyish charm and player good looks, he seems more the family guy than the perpetual bachelor type. But that was not my concern right now. I was interested in hanging out with him tonight and see what would happen. Our chemistry was feeling strong already.
We ended up going to a house party at one of his friends’ in Seattle. Nick and Teresa were a newly married couple and were having the first get-together in their first home together. It was his intention to stop by there for a little while then we were going to a night club for dancing.
About an hour later we were ready to leave.
“Do you want to leave your car here and I’ll bring you back later?” I knew I didn’t want to follow him in my car all evening so I agreed.
The club was already busy but since we got there a bit early, we were able to get in quickly and were lucky enough to find a small table next to a pillar which had an obstructed view of the dance floor.
We drank pomegranate martinis and danced a lot. Gage was a sexy dancer and it got my blood flowing. He was a total gentleman the whole time only holding my hand and holding my gaze with his intense eyes while we danced.
Sometime around midnight I decided I wanted to go home. Not to my house but to his. I’d decided early in the evening that I was not going home alone this night.
I leaned over and whispered in his ear “I think I’ve had enough dancing. I’d like to see your place now.”
His smile went crooked as his confusion turned into comprehension. He jumped up and paid the bartender and grabbed my hand and we were out of there in less than five minutes. Out on the sidewalk Gage stopped in front of me and with his hands on my shoulders to steady me, he leaned in for a kiss. Soft and tentative at first then quickly becoming heated and raw. The butterflies came alive in my stomach.
He joked in the car with me how this had been my idea and that he was not this kind of guy. I joked with him to relax that there was a first for everything and that I’d take the blame if anyone found out.
His apartment was on the 2nd floor and we stopped on the landing between the floors and kissed for a few minutes. At the door, Gage took out his keys and leaned over and kissed me again before unlocking it.
He made us a drink while I looked at his living room. It was tidy with sparse furniture, only a big soft leather sofa, a large plasma TV, and a coffee table strewn with CDs and computer magazines. I liked his selection of music and turned on the stereo.
We started to slow dance to the song on the radio and the kissing and petting also started. We made our way to the couch and he gently laid me down on it. He started to say something and I put my finger to his lips to silence him. I didn’t want to talk anymore.
We made out for what seemed like an hour the whole time my clothes were slowly falling off me with the guidance of Gage’s hands. I tugged at his shirt and managed to get all the buttons undone before he pulled it off. His chest was almost bare; only a few hairs around his nipples. He had a tight stomach and the ripples you get from many crunches. He stood up, took off his pants and put a condom on. He pressed his dick against me until my lips parted for his entry. I gasped as he thrust deep inside me. I thought I was going to lose my mind as he slammed himself in and out of me. I felt the wave of intensity coming over me and I stifled a squeal. He didn’t miss a stroke as he finished off with his own explosion. We lay there against each other for a while trying to get our composure.
“I should go,” I said after I finished my drink. “Will you call me a cab so I can go get my car?”
I was wrapped up in a blanket on the couch and he was sitting on the other end rubbing my feet, a dopey smile on his handsome face.
“Are you sure you want to drive home? It’s really late and we’ve had quite a bit to drink tonight. And besides, I don’t know Nick’s address to give the cabby. I can drive you there tomorrow first thing. Come on, let’s make some food.”
He got up, put on shorts and made his way to his tiny kitchen.
I could see him from my vantage point on the couch. I really didn’t want to go home, the thought of the whole ordeal to get to my car and drive 30 miles was too much to process. I watched as he shredded cheese, diced bell peppers and onions, whipped up some eggs in a glass pitcher then poured them into the heated skillet. He made toast smothered with butter and brought it all out on one big plate with two forks and a glass of juice.
He plopped down on the couch next to me and with the plate in hand he fed me the first bite. The omelet was delicious. I teased that he was trying to lure me to stay and that it was working. He handed me my fork and we finished off the plate and shared the juice. I settled into the couch and he put in a video. He squished in next to me and I smiled as I looked at his thoroughly tousled hair. I began to run my fingers through it and was asleep within minutes.
I woke up really early in the morning. The daylight was streaming in through the blinds. I was alone on the couch, the blanket all twisted around me. I got dressed and tip-toed down the short hall. I could see Gage sleeping in his bed, the blankets twisted around him. His room was slightly messy with clothes on the floor and a bunch of papers on the dresser. He was gently snoring and looked so sweet. Part of me wanted to crawl into bed next to him and wake him up for more of what we did the night before and the other part of me wanted to leave him sleeping peacefully. Amazingly the ‘good’ side won out and I quietly left his apartment and called a cab from the sidewalk outside. I knew where my car was. I was smart enough to look at the street sign and house number before I got out of it.
I’ve gotten too good at this I thought to myself.
Hi ~~ My name is Dayna and I've never written a blog before. I figured it was time to let others in on my adventures. I doubt I'll ever write a novel of my life story but somehow I want people to get a glimpse of me. I have a fantastically fun life -- you'll see :)
I'll be 35 in a few weeks. They say it's the new 25. I hope it's better cause I wasn't too great 10 years ago. Shy, quiet chunky and kinda homely. I'm a late bloomer I guess. I didn't go to my 10-year reunion. I didn't have an interest in seeing anyone - well I did but I didn't fancy anyone seeing me.
Last summer my high school boyfriend found me on a class mates web site. He wondered where I've been. Been thinking of me, etc. I haven't gone too far from my hometown, but far enough away that I don't see anyone from those days very often.
Anyway, Jesse found me and it took me a few days to email him back. I did and it started a ball rolling. We emailed back and forth for sometime and then he asked to call me. I wondered even then if it was such a hot idea. I let him call me and then a lot of other stuff happened. We'd been having a flirt thing on email for a few weeks and then the phone calls got us to thinking we should meet. For lunch, during the day, in a public place. You get the picture.
Now I haven't seen him since we were 22 or 23. Back then we looked a lot like we did when we dated all junior year in high school. I ran into him at a bar. He was alone and I was with my (jealous) boyfriend at the time so we didn't get to reminiesce too much. Well my boyfriend, Jake, decided to pick a fight with me and leave me there with a few of my girlfriends which egged me on to check out what Jesse'd been up to. So we had a few beers together, played some games of darts and he drove me home. I lived with some room mates in a big house and was able to sneek in without them asking a bunch of questions. So me and Jesse were watching tv and started to make out. He was all over the idea of us having "grown up sex" (not the fumbling teenager sex we had at 17) As much as I thought it'd be fun - I refused because I didn't want him to think he was my boyfriend afterwards. Too bad there was no such thing as "friends with benefits" 13 years ago! We continued to run into each other for a few months but nothing ever happened because of my fear of him wanting to be my boyfriend. I was getting out of one thing with Jake and didn't want to get into another one.
Okay, so now it's back to this year. We got together for lunch, right? Remember I said I wasn't much to write home about a few years back? I've been on the work-out, eat right scene for a while and have changed A LOT since Jess last saw me 13 or so years ago. I told him I'd be wearing a red top and sitting in the back of the restaurant's bar. I arrived early so I could be waiting for him. I was working on a client's profile and had my head down when he walked over.
(I'm a CCN - certified clinical nutritionist - and do wellness coaching. I'm self-employed so I can easily leave my office for lunch anytime I want to)
Oh yeah, Jesse walked over to me and startled me cause I was deep in thought. "Dayna?" I looked up and he smiled when he finally recognized me in that grown up, fit body I now have.
So he looked really good and we smiled a lot throughout that meal. Small talk: how's work? what exactly do you do for work? do you want to see my boat?
WHAT?!
"I have a 40 foot boat moored at the marina. Do you want to go see it?" "Now?" "Yeah, unless you're busy" "Well I thought you had to get back to work" (that was my safety net for this lunch meeting)
"I run the jobs, Dayna. I can take the afternoon off"
"Let me think about this for a minute" I said and headed for the ladies' room.
Geez, it WAS a nice Friday afternoon. Fall was coming so days like that were limited and I really didn't have much left to do for the week that couldn't wait. But this was JESS - he looked great and he wanted to show me his boat.
So what's the hold up, Dayna? You're single, he's single. Aha! I remember now. He might think he's my boyfriend if I go with him on his boat. Hmmm...is this the Losers Only Club? Dated freaks and once upon a time married a big loser. A decent guy has no place with me. Well maybe once a few years back but that didn't work out.
I decided to take this on. What the hell? Didn't I regret all those years ago that there was no such thing as friends with benefits? Haven't I been wondering what grown up sex with Jesse would be like?
HOLD IT! It's just a trip to the marina to see his boat. Better not get ahead of myself. Maybe he's gay now or has a girl he hasn't told me about. Why would going to see his boat equal sex with Jess?
I came back to the table and told Jess I'd come see his boat if he gave me a little time to finish up some work stuff. He gave me the slip number his boat was in and then rose to leave.
"It's just my boat you're coming to see, Dayna. You shouldn't over-analyze it" he said with that wicked, crooked, half smile of his.
I finished the client thing, closed my laptop and ordered a glass of wine (liquid courage) My mind wandered back to that night we were alone together after the bar.
"Come on D, don't you think this could be an amazing night? I'm much better than I was when we dated. Hell I was a virgin back then, I HAVE to be better dontcha think?"
I mumbled something about Jake and being faithful to him - he was my boyfriend even if he did just ditch me at the bar.
"That guy doesn't deserve you. You're funny and smart and a lot friendlier than he is. You should break it off with him. Call him now so you can unpack your guilt trip bags and let me take you somewhere much nicer"
Funny and Smart? What about Gorgeous and Sexy? I think that had a little to do with why I didn't take him up on his offer that night - that and the fear he'd consider himself my boyfriend - and I know it had a lot to do with why I took the path I did. That and marrying a bum who refused to eat right, partied all the time and whose idea of exercise was walking to the car to go rent a movie.
I married Trent when I was 25 and divorced him right before I turned 30. It was my birthday gift to myself. A new decade and a new me. I joined a gym, went on an eating plan and started jogging 3 times a week.
That's when I met Greg. He was a bronze God. Totally fit, muscles so fine and a gorgeous head of hair. He was my trainer. He taught me to work out properly, taught me to eat right and taught me how to use my body in a very passionate way. We went on hiking trips, vacations to sunny locales and contemplated living together. He encouraged me to go back to school, to do something in the fitness or health field. We were together when I graduated from my courses with my degree and he helped me set up my business.
And then he broke my heart. Not by falling for someone else. Not by turning evil. But by being his wonderful, ambitious self. He'd decided to move to Florida and pursue his career. He'd been hired to train some body builders in a big competition. And there'd been some buzz at Muscle and Fitness for him to write a column for them. Beautiful and Smart. So why didn't I go with him? He never asked. He knew I wouldn't go. I love it here and my whole family is here. I couldn't. I shouldn't. I wanted to. He never asked. Sigh...
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So I tried to talk myself out of the marina thing on the way to the marina. I have clients that need attention. I have yardwork to do. I have a cat to feed. I have calls to make. I have dinner plans with Mel. Oh, good! I have dinner plans! Whew! That will get me out of staying long. Just a quick tour of the boat and I'm gone.
The phone rang. It was Mel. Her kids both came down with a cough and runny nose. Can she get a rain check on dinner? Omen? Hmm...
I parked my car and walked down the dock to the slip. I didn't have to look far cause there was Jesse standing right next to her. His boat was named Darling Dana. I gasped out loud when I saw the lettering. Jesse chuckled. "She was already named when I bought her. It was one of the reasons I decided on her." "Not spelled the same" I said lamely, butterflies in my stomach.
She was gorgeous. A beautiful cabin cruiser with a good sized galley and bedroom under the bow. The deck in front of the captain's seat was perfect for sun-bathing. The sun was starting to sink a little and the late summer air had a bit of fall in it. I clutched at my arms and rubbed the goose bumps.
"Want a jacket?" "No, I can't stay long" "Too bad cause I was just about to open this bottle of wine and I hate to drink it all myself" "I'm sure you'll manage just fine. If you can't drive home, you can sleep right here"
Shit! Why did I have to reference the sleeping quarters? Was I mad?
He smiled as he opened the wine, poured two glasses and handed me one.
"Let's take a spin around the bay. We'll only be twenty minutes or so" Jesse said as he started the engine. What else could I do but sit back, relax and take in the pink and orange sky as we cruised around the little bay.
We dropped anchor somewhere in the middle and sat on the deck together. Jesse had given me a fisherman's sweater of his that was too big but was so warm and cozy. That's when he told me about his wife. He'd been married for almost as long as we hadn't seen each other. Karen was her name. She hated the boat (not because of the name) She hated his job and the long hours he kept. She hated that they didn't have kids. She loved the look on his face when she told him she was leaving him. That was in the spring so he was only a few months into it. She didn't want anything but the house so he actually was sleeping on the boat at least until he decided what to do.
I don't know what got into me. Maybe the wine, maybe the warm, yummy sweater, maybe the sunset, maybe Jesse's vulnerability. I don't know but it had me feeling funny.
What do you think happened next?
