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dizigirl Thanks for being there
My Corvette was being shot for a magazine article at one of the local shows. The girl that was modeling with the car was flawless. She was so sensual, curves to match the lines on the car. Her personality must be amazing, she was laughing and smiling, she exuded happiness. If you looked at her you had to smile, no way around it, she was contagious. I had to meet her. Watching her with the car, dancing to the music, it was like they were one. My two favorite things, a Corvette and a Beautiful Woman. When she laid down on the hood I thought I was going to lose it. Not because she was on the car, but because the sight was so incredible. She laid back over the fender and it was a perfect fit. Watching this sight was like foreplay, I was melting and she had no clue what was going on.
Finally they were done, I walked up to her and the closer I got the more stunning she became. A thing of beauty, wearing the finest of silk lingerie, cut and shaped just right to match her body. I was absorbing the scene when someone came up behind her and covered her with a silk robe to match. I introduced myself and told the car was mine, and how nicely she complimented it. Her smile was so consuming that I zoned out, I could see her lips moving but heard nothing, she nudged me and I came back to earth. We just chuckled about it and made small talk. She had to go, another car to shoot, she waved and said goodbye. Oh so sweet.
I was walking around the show, looking at the other cars. If you asked, I wouldn't be able to tell you one car that I had looked at. All I could think about was her. Her and yellow roses. Maybe because my car is yellow, not sure, its just an image that is stuck in my head. Her, the car, and yellow roses. Since I wasn't really into the cars at this point I decided to find out where she was at. A few laps around fair grounds and I found her. She was hanging off of the nerf bar on a massive 4X4 Monster Truck. They did the scene like she was in total submission. It was incredible. This image of her being tied to my bed came to mind, she was driving me crazy. I followed her around for the rest of the day, watching the shoots, all the positions and costumes. She driving my desire for more and she still had no idea what was going through my head.
After the show I offered her a ride home, she politely declined, but said she love to meet for some coffee around the corner at a local cafe. I'm on the way. I got there before her and got a table in the back corner. It seemed like forever before she got there. Apparently she got stopped a few times trying to leave, imagine that. All is well now, she is here.
She ordered a coffee and a side of chocolate. Hmmm? She said that she loves the way the flavors accentuate each other, and, for some reason it makes her really horny. I think I fell off my chair. No, I just smiled and nodded because that is all I could get to happen. I regained composure and said "tell me more". She smiled, leaned over and blew lightly in my ear. I was a shivering pile of mush, that melted my insides to the core. She leaned back, and had an even bigger smile. At that point I realized that she was the dominant one and would be in control of anything that may or may not happen. I was at her mercy, putty in her hands.
She said she didn't know why, just that every time she had coffee and chocolate together it made tremble inside and she would start get wet. She leaned forward again and whispered "its happening right now". At that point my pants were getting really tight and I had to adjust myself. Then I was stunned, she leaned back snickering, "My boyfriend loves it when I come home like this".
Boyfriend? What just happened? She must have noticed the stunned look on my face because she said "let me explain". She has a boyfriend that she is very much in love with and loyal to. However, she loves talking to people and sharing her feelings and thoughts. Yes, I said people, not men. She is Bisexual and loves to make both men and women melt. It was working, I was melting more by the minute. Beautiful and Bi, what a combination. I'm sure with her looks she could suck anybody in. Well, at least now I know why the waitress kept smiling at us.
Even though I knew we weren't going to hook up I couldn't stop talking to her. She was just as amazing inside as she was outside. She made me feel like I was talking to my best friend. She can look you in the eyes and make you feel what she is saying. I can only imagine what sex must be like with her. We talked for what seemed like 5 minutes yet seemed like forever. Then she leaned forward again and whispered "its time for me to go, the coffee and the chocolate are gone, and the wetness between my legs needs attention. I'm going home to give my boyfriend the loving he deserves and have him satisfy my cravings. Take this and we'll chat another time". I was speechless, she got up, winked at the waitress and walked out. I then realized she put a piece of paper into my sweaty hand. I got up and walked out in a daze, the waitress just gave me a knowing smile.
I didn't look at the paper until after I got home and took care of business. Relief never felt so good. I read the paper, it said that she swam and played water polo three times a week to stay in shape. If I wanted to meet her after practice one day we could grab a bite to eat and talk some more. I adjusted my schedule so I could meet her and not have to worry about rushing back to work. The next three days were like an eternity. I knew I wasn't going to go out with her, or end up having sex, I just needed to see her, talk to her, feel her presence. She was like drug and I needed a fix.
Finally the time was nearing. I decided to go a little early and check her out. OK, I really wanted to see her in a bathing suit with her hair dripping wet. When I got there she was doing laps, so I just hung out and watched. It was a weird feeling, so many people there, so much going on, yet all I could see was her. It was like she was a clear spot in a haze. I was starting to get light headed. She got out and I handed her a towel, she was beautiful. I watched every motion as she dried herself off. When she was done she looked at me with that smile again, "do you like what you see?", all I could do is nod yes. She went to get dressed and said she would meet me out front.
She walked out wearing a sweatshirt and tight, faded, torn up jeans. I swear she looked better in that outfit than in lingerie, well, it was close. She said she loved the way her nipples felt rubbing against the sweatshirt material and thought her ass looked really good in jeans. She was so right. Let the teasing begin. There was a pizza place a few blocks down and she wanted to walk because her nipples would be really sensitive by the time we got there, and she loved when they felt that way. Who was I to say no?
When we got there, a really hot waitress ran up to us and said to have seat in her section. She had that knowing smile and I just shook my head in disbelief. I asked if this happens everywhere she goes, she said only certain places. The waitress brought two large glasses of sweet tea and said out order would be out shortly. Apparently she always gets the same thing and hoped I would share. Sure, can't go wrong with pizza. Well, she likes her pizza loaded with peppers, sweet, hot and jalapeno. After the first slice my mouth was burning and the sweat was pouring off my forehead. I couldn't drink enough to cool down. She just smiled at me and kept eating.
"The peppers are an aphrodisiac, and the sweat burns on my nipples. It drives me crazy. After I eat this, I have to go home and masturbate until my boyfriend gets home. When he gets home I am soaked in sweat and my own come. He licks me all over and makes me come some more. I love it. Doesn't it make you hot just thinking about it?"
What? Hot? Hot is an understatement, my mouth is on fire, sweat is dripping, I'm rock hard, and you tell me this? I swear she is rubbing herself under the table but I'm afraid to move to look. The waitress just keeps smiling at us. I swear she knows what is going on. Then she does it again, tells me she has to leave because she going crazy and needs to satisfied. She had me so hot I had to run back to the car and take care of business right there. I didn't even care if anyone saw me, I had to relieve the pressure. Oh my god, she is driving me crazy.
To Be Continued