“Wait,” he said interrupting his own stream of thought. “I’ve just got to tell you how goddamned gorgeous you are.”
My eyebrows went up, surprised.
“No, really,” he said sincerely. “Your face, it’s gorgeous. Your body… I wasn’t expecting all this. You’re the whole package.”
He was a good looking guy and wasn’t saying it just to win me over. I mean, of course he was, but it came from him honestly. My hair was loose, as were my breasts, and we sat at an outdoor tiki bar sipping on margaritas. I wore my wedges and was a good 2 inches taller than him. We both liked that neither of us gave a fuck. I’m interested in what’s between his ears and his legs, not how vertical he goes.
Later on in a dark parking lot 2 minutes away he grabbed me from across the truck console and kissed me deeply, passionately. He pulled my hair and paid attention to everything I did.
I moaned a little and let my breasts slip out of my top. His hand snaked between my legs and he plunged into me until I filled his hand with my juices and came with an embarrassed smile. The cab became perfumed with my aroma and we laughed conspiratorially.
We got out and headed to the isle that jutted into the river. A Marine for 8 years, this guy didn’t fuck around and offered me his arm as we walked the dark trail. My heels crunched on the gravel as his head bobbed just below eye-level.
I’ve decided to approach dating from a different angle and I am floating in peace. I am a catch. I am worth some effort. Nothing less will get me in front of someone because I am the prize. Not his cock.
This will require patience and conviction on my part.
And the giant dildo The Neighbor gave me for Christmas in 2012.
Earlier, this little Marine and I had a frank conversation. “Look,” I texted. “I am tired of hearing how hung all you men are. Great, that’s special and I’m hoping it’s true, but the fact is, I’m a fucking rarity, too. I just don’t go around talking about it all the time. I’m smart as fuck, a good kisser, soft, have big tits, I’m multi-orgasmic, I squirt, I love giving head, I’m kinky, lusty, and loving.”
He’d been wowed my forthrightness.
And then I followed up with the mixed signals I always send: “But I’m not looking for a hookup. I want rapport and friendship, great conversation.”
He made me cum again when we got back to his truck then made me promise to see him again.
Our next date is tonight and I’ll get to see if he’s all that he says he is.
And, lucky for me, there are others in the queue with as much eagerness as him for the new and improved Hy.