sara. . .

I met her on a warm summer
evening, her eyes were the
first thing that
intrigued me about her. She
looked like a picture that was
a combination of lust and
innocence. I asked her how she was this
fine evening, she looked at
me like I just ruined a perfect thought. I
thought to myself “What a
stupid thing to say”. She replied “I don’t know,
you tell me”. I was not
sure but I thought I caught a glimmer of
a smile. Being a very cautious, I told
her she looked wonderful to
me. This seemed to please her. In the few minutes we had
been talking she seemed to
relax. I finally looked at her whole form. She was beautiful, her hair
was auburn, shoulder length
with waves. She was wearing a pullover top
and a short leather skirt. Her
skin was tanned but not dark. Even
though I wanted to look at
her
with lust, her eyes still were captivating me.
She has a way of looking
at you that makes you want to melt. She started to walk away and
I suddenly broke from my
trance. “Would you like to go for a walk” I
blurted out. She stopped,
turned, shot me a smile and said “I am already,
but you can join me”. We walked for an hour or so
and talked about most
everything, her name was Sara, she was 24, and had
just graduated from college.
She was at that awkward time between
school and getting a job. She
really did not have a boyfriend but did have
a few male friends. While we talked I felt more and
more at ease with her, but
there was a nagging feeling that she was
controlling my moves and
responses. She said she was a little insecure
about her weight but from
what I saw it was not warranted. I told her
so, but my comment seemed to
go unnoticed. We decided that walking was
thirsty work and proceeded
into a local bar, typical college town tavern,
that was pretty crowded for a
warm monday evening. She ordered a wine
cooler for her and asked me, I
think, if I wanted one also. I agreed and
the waitress went for our
drinks. Minutes later we were enjoying our
refreshment. She finally asked my name, I
told her Dave. She smiled and
said it slowly. I asked her why she
said it strange and she
changed the subject. We talked about my life and
after another wine cooler I
felt VERY relaxed and pretty turned on.
During the conversation we
had decided that both of us liked to watch
the door and positioned
ourselves as such. With her sitting next to
me I could savor the aroma
of her perfume. She looked at me and licked
her lips, then asked me if I
liked to have fun.