Unfortunately, I spotted a wedding band, but I could not help but be attracted to him anyway. I have a thing for older men, especially professors or men that I look up to, intellectually. There is some sort of weird attraction/intimidation presence that men like him have that I happen to find absolutely irresistible. It always feels so inappropriate but I think that is the allure. That feeling, however, causes me to freeze up and turn into a stuttering fool sometimes.
I found myself around him a lot on the trip. I sat with or near to him at dinner each night and traveled in the same vehicle as him most of the time, but I was not always the one making an effort, if I wasn’t around him, he was around me. We conversed quite a bit and it turned out that we had lot of common interests; our science, love for good food and wine, travel, etc. I loved listening to the deepness of his voice and the cadence at which he spoke; it was unique and marked by living in many different places over the years.
After the trip was over we parted ways but kept in touch via email and phone regarding employment, but I did not end up working for the company that he was with. After graduation I ended up landing a job with another company in the same city as him. His office was just two blocks from mine and I hoped that I might bump into him in the neighborhood, maybe the bookstore or the coffee shop, but it never happened.
As time passed I found that often times my thoughts would drift to him and I would fantasize about what I would do if I did see him. Eventually, I was having so many fantasies about him that it was becoming distracting. I was so goddamned horny. I had recently ended a long term relationship, moved to a new and strange city, hardly knew anybody (let alone any men), so needless to say my hormones were raging.
I saw him again about two months later, briefly, at a professional conference in New Orleans. Oh, and he was looking quite hot to me this time, not just "cute". He was dressed impeccably in a perfectly fitted dark charcoal gray pinstripe suit. He was wonderfully friendly and warm. As much as I would have liked to have been outgoing I ended up acting shy and distracted around him. He probably thought that I was uncomfortable because of the job situation, but that wasn’t it. He had just caught me by surprise and I felt strange because of all of the dirty thoughts that I had been having about him.
I could feel my face getting warm while I was talking to him. He invited my colleagues and me to dinner but we had plans already, unfortunately. There was something about him that drove me crazy and I felt like there was some sort of spark between the two of us. One of the women with me even noticed it. Seeing him only made me realize how much of a crush I had on him. It was bad!
About six months after that sighting I attended another yet another conference, this one in Charleston, S.C. I was one of a two people leading an after-conference field trip to an island off the coast of Georgia to study barrier island geology. As we were meeting up to leave I gazed through the crowd of about fifteen, split about equal between men and women. Then I saw him. I felt a rush of heat and nervousness pass over me and I felt my palms begin to sweat. He seemed surprised to see me as well, but he had to have expected it, I was listed as field trip instructor for god’s sake!
It turned out that he decided to come at the last minute after somebody cancelled and a spot opened up. A few of his colleagues were already signed up and asked him to come along, so it made sense that he had no idea that I was going to be there. I knew that I was going to need to get over my anxiety and self-consciousness quickly or I was going to have a really uncomfortable few days. Once we greeted each other I immediately noticed that he was making an effort to be around me as much as he could. He split away from his group to ride in the vehicle I was driving and sat up front with me. He looked really good, just as cute and hot as before but a few days unshaven and his hair was a little longer and mussed up, but in a good way.
We stopped outside of Savannah for dinner the first night. He sat across from me and we passed a more than a few glances between each other, some of them lasting a bit longer than others. Those damn sexy deep blue-green eyes, I just wanted to drown in them! He even ordered a bottle of my favorite wine, I wondered if he remembered. Regardless, it was quite the turn-on.
The next morning we were leaving for the island. We all had breakfast on the beach near the ferry dock. I could tell that he was checking me out while the other instructor and I were sitting down and planning the logistics of the rest of the day. He was sitting back on a reclining chair and I could see his eyes, he was not wearing sunglasses. Neither was I, so he was fully aware that I had noticed him looking at me. He did not even make an effort to look away when I caught him! I just smiled, and looked down, but I could feel my face getting hot and I think that I was visibly blushing.
The other instructor even asked me if I was okay at one point. I was checking him out too and I was definitely into what I was seeing. He had long dark green cargo shorts on, and a black t-shirt. His legs were gorgeous, strong and nicely tanned. It was then that I noticed that he was not wearing a wedding band. I knew that he had been wearing one on the recruiting trip when we first met.
Later on that morning I spotted him standing on the pier looking out over the water. I don't know what came over me, but I approached him and found myself reaching up to put my hand on his shoulder, just for a second, before moving it down to the pier rail next to his hand. I reached over and touched his hand and ring finger. He turned and looked into my eyes.
“We split up about nine months ago, or at least we made it official then. It was a good thing, amicable I mean. It had been in the cards for a while,” he said.
I said nothing, just smiled and looked out toward the water. He put his hand on the small of my back for a moment. His touch sent a warm tingle through my body.
“I am surprised that you noticed,” he said.
I just smiled as he stared into my big brown eyes and he smiled back. Good god, he had a sexy smile. He put his hand over mine and he looked like he wanted to say something, but he remained quiet. We stood there, for a few seconds before the ferry arrived to transport our group to the island.
The first night at the campsite there was a lot of drinking and partying going on. I chose to take it easy, I needed to be up and ready to go early the next morning. He sat with me all night by the fire with the rest of the group. As the night went on I found him sitting closer and closer to me.
Was he making subtle moves on me, I wondered? I was so unsure and nervous. All I wanted to do was jump his bones but I was afraid of making a complete ass of myself. I was so self-conscious around him. I just kept the thought of being rejected by him in the back of my mind. Nevertheless, I managed to pull off some subtle flirting, like touching his back and shoulder while stepping over the log we were leaning against for balance or holding eye contact just a bit longer than normal.
The weather had cooled off quite a bit after the sun went down and he had changed into a pair of dark blue button fly 501’s. He had such a cute ass and those jeans really did it justice. I was pretty sure he was aware of my staring, but I did not even care. I caught him staring at my rack a few times, but I get that a lot. I am by no means a skinny mini, I am quite voluptuous and my curves have caught the attention of quite a few men. I was more than happy to get his attention.
We eventually snagged two recliners and lay side by side further away from the group; it was too hot and smoky by the fire. I could not keep my eyes off of his nether regions while we were sitting together. Being the crotch watcher that I am, I had noticed before that he appeared to be quite well endowed. He must have been wearing boxers tonight because I could clearly make out what was going on down there. His cock was lying along his right upper thigh and I could see that he was easily five inches flaccid, and very thick. He was definitely a "show-er". At one point is caught myself staring and biting my lower lip. It looked like he had a damn beer can in his pants. I was getting wet just looking at it, wondering how much bigger it could possibly get. As we sat there I thought about placing my hand on to his hand, or touching his arm, anything to let him know that I wanted him, but I was way too shy. I was hoping that he would do something, but he did not. Maybe the flirting that was going on was only in my head.
Eventually and somehow, I must have shut my eyes and fallen asleep because the next thing I knew was that he was quietly calling my name to wake me up. His hand was on my arm and he then extended his hand to help me up.
“I fell asleep too,” he said in a deep, sleepy voice. “Let me walk you back to your tent.”
“Oh, I am fine,” I said.
He took a hold of my hand. “I know, but I still want to,” he said.
When we got to my tent and he said good night and squeezed my hand as he lifted it to his face before placing a light little kiss on the inside of my wrist. I was so suprised, I said nothing. He stood facing the fire behind me which allowed me to still see his face in the darkness. He smiled and winked before wandering off to his tent.
I slipped into my tent and sat wondering what the hell was going on. I could not imagine that somebody like him would be seriously attracted to me. Don’t get me wrong, I have attracted plenty of wonderful men in my life, just not ones that were quite as sophisticated or established as him. I might be highly educated and well acquainted with the finer things in life, but I also have a wild streak which is usually pretty obvious to most people who meet me. I have a few tattoos, sometimes smoke cigarettes when I drink, and love to listen to metal. I am sure that is a turn-off to some, but I am who I am.
Most of the men that I have serious relationships in the past have been artists or academics, my last being another graduate student who was just as poor and un-established as myself. Why would this guy be interested in somebody like me, I wondered? I thought that he was just trying to be a nice guy, or possibly just trying to score with a much younger woman.
After dinner the second night on the island I was lying in a net hammock staring up into the blue sky. The campground was located in a beautiful live oak grove covered in Spanish moss and was about one hundred meters from the beach. The island itself is not open to the public, so it is very quiet and private. I was deep in thought about him, trying to decide if I should make a move. If I could only get him alone..I smiled to myself and closed my eyes.
Then my thoughts rapidly shifted to how gross my bare skin was going to look after I got off of the hammock...that damn hammock webbing always leaves marks that take hours to fade. I had been so distracted while wrapped up in my self-consciousness that I did not even hear him approach. The next thing I knew he was standing next to me asking if I would like to grab a bottle of wine take a walk along the beach with him. I was a little surprised, but so happy that he had asked. Thankfully, I don’t think he even noticed the oh-so-lovely hammock pattern that had been pressed into the back of my thighs.
We made our way up the trail and wandered along the beach for about forty-five minutes or so, drinking red wine out of insulated coffee mugs and poking at various sea-creatures that had washed up to the beach. He was wearing a black fleece jacket, white t-shirt, and orange swim trunks. We came across a large driftwood log that we decided sit by to watch the sunset. He found a spot near the base and he leaned back. I sat down next to him and we continued chatting while he got the bottle of wine from the bag and poured both of us some more. The sun was just starting to set as we sat there.
He handed me my wine, leaned back and put his arm up on the log behind me, but not really around me. I was unsure if this was just a friendly gesture or maybe a little more. I looked into his eyes as I leaned back as he lifted one brow sort of mischievously and scanned me head to toe as I got comfortable. I was wearing a dark purple halter-top and very short shorts, showing a lot of leg. He then moved his arm up around my lower back for a few seconds and then rested his hand my shoulder. I looked into his eyes again and he squeezed me a bit and moved a little closer to me.
“I love your eyes, they are so sexy," I said to him.
Oh my god, did I just say that out loud, I wondered? I don’t know where this forwardness inside of me was coming from. He flashed one of those sexy smiles and looked down for a second. I noticed that his face became a bit flushed.
How sweet, he was shy, I thought to myself. Seeing him show that slight bit of bashfulness gave me a bit more confidence. I leaned against his side and put my head against his shoulder. He began stroking my long brown hair and twirling his fingers through it slowly. We sat like this for a while, drinking our wine and watching the sunset.
We talked about restaurants we liked and asked me if I had ever been to one in particular. When I told him I had not he told me that he would like to take me sometime. I told him that I would love to go with him. We sat quietly for a few moments until I giggled a bit to myself because I thought about the fact that here I was, sitting on a private beach with a guy I was crushing on, drinking wine and watching the sunset…how stereotypical, it was like a scene out of a cheesy romance novel!
“What is so funny?” he asked.
“Oh, nothing…I just…it’s nothing really,” I said.
“Okay, but you better not be laughing at me,” he said.
“Trust me, it is nothing bad. I am just somewhat surprised that you asked me to come out here with you,” I said.
“Really?” he said, “You are surprised? Hmm…duly noted, I guess that I will need to express my intentions more clearly in the future."
He said that in such a tone that any feelings of doubt about what was going on left me. It felt like we were miles away from anybody, which was pretty much the case. The rest of the group was either back around the camp or swimming very far away from us, and looking behind us I could barely make out their forms, or even if they were still there. He became very quiet and slowing started playing with my hair some more, then caressing my neck and shoulder with the one hand. His touch was electrifying. His head was turned toward mine and I could feel his face against the back of my head.
I felt his chest rise as he was breathing in the scent of my hair and he began to give me a few very gentle kisses along the top of my head. I turned and looked up into his beautiful eyes again, which were now smoldering. The look he was giving me, it was so unbelievably sexy. He moved his hand up along my jaw line before turning my chin up toward him so he could kiss me. He looked at my mouth and I felt a twinge of arousal flow through me. I closed my eyes and felt his lips touch mine, ever so gently. I started to feel very warm all over and filled with lust for him. I returned his kiss and he moaned, almost as if in relief. We carried on, first in soft bouts which became more intense.
He stopped and we both opened our eyes and looked at each other, somewhat surprised about what was happening. It was not awkward like most first kisses are, we had amazing chemistry and we both felt it. He leaned back a bit as I moved up, putting us face to face. I moved in and planted the most passionate, lusty kiss on his lips while moving my hands up to hold his face and run my hands through his gorgeous black and silver hair.
He was kissing me back so passionately. I could tell that this was the kind of kiss that he really meant, the type that a man gives when he is really into a girl. I think that we were realizing that we both harbored the same burning crush on each other. He desperately pulled me closer to him...I was quivering mess and I just let him pull me in. He held me in his arms so sweetly. I pulled myself together and mustered up the courage to sit on his lap, straddling him face to face, which evoked a very mischievous little smile from him.