"Brace yourself for something new, my dear," I was told on the phone, and we set up a meeting time. We met at the parking lot. I got bound hand and foot, man-handled, dumped on the bed and humped at his place -- nothing new there! I hadn't told him "yes" yet so, having my legs tied together while he got off on me was just fine. Then the something new started. After a sweet recovery cuddle and kiss he untied me, got up, and started dressing. "Get your clothes on," he said. I did and the "something new" consisted of going out to a dinner and movie before we got back into the fun stuff.
Being on a traditional date with the man felt so strange that first time. I mean, I had my clothes on for more than five minutes and other people besides us girls were around... watching us... it was strange.
I found myself walking real close to him, and we sat at a booth in the restaurant, and I sat right beside him. It was a buffet restaurant so we were pretty much on our own. He ate, and I ate, and we talked about heavy duty stuff like history and science. He loved that, and I found I was loving listening to him. He understood this stuff so well! He could explain it, and I could understand it. The movie was a zany comedy. He told me he liked Marx Brothers and Monty Python. After the movie we headed back. As we got to the van he grabbed me, spun me around, and backed me into it while he kissed me and caressed me. And then we got it on a bunch more when we got back to his place, until that terrible alarm went off again. We hadn't done any drinking, but with all that frolicking he was dog tired and so was I. But somehow he got me back to my car, and somehow I got home safely.
After the date I thought about the evening. What came to mind was this man liked things simple, and that insight gave me warm fuzzies.
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This simplicity and natural beauty thing started to spread to my workday. I started wearing just a splash of makeup, then none at all. I started getting very comfortable with the "slipper walk" rather than the heels walk. I found it was a smooth, very quiet, very graceful, way of getting from point A to point B. I didn't tower and I didn't clack, clack, clack. And when I was with the man, it was a lot easer to walk close to him, and to play footsie when we were sitting together and just talking -- I liked it, I'm sure he did too.
He liked to play "ambush sex". We'd be just walking along somewhere, and out of the blue he'd push or pull me around a corner so we were out of sight and start making out. He kiss me all over my face and nuzzle my neck and fondle me... and then in just seconds he'd stop and we continue our walking. It made me breathless, and I loved it, and if I was wearing something elaborate, like makeup or heels, the moment would suffer. Once in a while I would hand him something, but before he'd take it he'd reach a little further than my hand and cop a quick feel of my nipple. I, in turn, got back into that teenage crush trick of pressing his elbow with my boob when we were standing waiting for things.
I cut my nails short. The short nails uncovered the tops of my finger tips and those turned out to be very sensitive areas for touch -- I felt what I was handling a lot better. And, I could massage my man and the other girls without scratching them. I discovered touch is a delightful sense.
As I changed I found I was getting more nice attention at work. It surprised me. People were nicer and wanted to help me more. And I felt more gracious when they did. In some ways it was spooky, but I was thinking so much about the man that I didn't mind at all.