I had just finished my first year of graduate school and was facing a long summer of work and saving up for next year’s school expenses. Not complaining, just looking at what was ahead.
Some school friends invited me out for a bit of post-exam celebration at a private club in the city. The dirty-minded will assume I mean some sort of sex club, but it was nothing like that. It was just a place where well-to-do people go for dinner and drinks. My friend’s parents were members.
While enjoying drinks in the lounge, I met a couple who changed my life— Andi and Ian.
Before I talk about them, you should know a little more about me. Obligatory details: I am twenty-three years old, 5’5”, and about 105 pounds. Years of track and field competition has me pretty lithe, and recently more total-fitness training has added a little muscle to my otherwise very feminine figure. My best feature, however, is my natural red hair. Suffice to say, I am used to getting attention, both wanted and unwanted.
My personality is one of confidence and control. I have always enjoyed sex, but I have generally been the initiator and the one in “control” if you understand what I mean. I had always enjoyed the feeling of power that sexual intimacy had given me.
But Andi and Ian somehow changed all that.
Andi was the one to break the ice. She and Ian were at the next seating area over and “couldn’t help” overhearing me talk about exams and summer plans. Next thing I knew, Andi and I were talking all about graduate school and life dreams. I must say, she was mesmerizing. She was so smart and confident. A woman of the world who, at age forty (so I estimated), had already been to all the places I had only read about. I couldn’t quite place her accent, but she was clearly eastern European and she was beautiful. Not in a cover-girl/pop-star kind of way. She was classically beautiful—in any time period, in any culture. The kind of woman who would still be beautiful when she was seventy.
Ian said very little that night. I never learned what line of work he was in nor where they actually lived, but his company (which he owned) had memberships at clubs like this one in several cities around the country and the world to entertain clients and conduct the “real business” when they traveled.
Whatever he was thinking that night, his dark hair and dark eyes gave nothing away. He was obviously a man of intelligence and talent, but he was also much more. If you have ever seen a bull at pasture, you might understand the unexpressed but very real power contained within him. Just like the relaxed bull could in a flash gore the coyote that crosses its path, Ian was clearly a force. I would not want to challenge him in the board room.
Like Andi, Ian too was attractive, but his was a strictly masculine beauty. He was Apollo to Andi’s Aphrodite. They lived above and beyond me. And not just in terms of wealth, which they clearly had. If I had thought more about it at the time, I should have just walked away. After all, what usually happens when mere mortals get involved with the gods?
But I was enjoying myself too much. It was as though their charm and sophistication rubbed off on me while I was with them. I felt better about myself in their company. They bought me drinks I could not afford, and Andi would sometimes touch my arm and, as the night went on, my thigh in such a meaningfully nonchalant way that sent tingles through my whole body.
Finally, Andi suggested I join them tomorrow at their beach house. Ian, it seemed, was going to be in business meetings all afternoon, and she really wanted a girlfriend to enjoy the beach with. Upon reflection, she didn’t so much “suggest” I join as tell me what was going to happen tomorrow. As they left the club, she texted me an address.
When I left the club with my friends a while later, I had no intention of going to the beach the next day. When I went to bed that night, I thought an afternoon at the beach would be nice, but of course, I wasn’t going. The next morning I was a little wistful, knowing that my obligations this summer meant no beach vacation would be forthcoming. That afternoon I found myself on the highway making the hour and a half drive to the address Andi had texted the night before.
Just before 3 pm, I pulled up to what had to be the largest house on the beachfront. Even then, I had half a thought to just drive off and forget the whole thing, but I didn’t. Instead, I walked to the front door and rang the bell. Not knowing quite what to expect, I wore an electric blue tied bikini but over top wore some cut-off denim shorts and a loose white button-up blouse. Given the house and the Jaguar parked out front, I felt very under-dressed, but there was nothing to do about that now.
After what seemed like an eternity, Andi answered the door, and I was speechless. She wore an orange strapless bikini and a sheer cream-colored cover that reached to her mid-thigh. She looked like a Greek statue come to life.
Andi greeted me like I was an old friend who had dropped by unexpectedly. I, on the other hand, moved and spoke like a robot. Quite an impression. She invited me in, but only for a moment. She grabbed her bag and in an instant, we were walking off toward the boardwalk.
Andi put me at ease with her natural and effortless conversation. I can be shy and a little introverted, but this was different. Soon I too thought we were old friends. We walked the boardwalk together and I swear went in every swanky boutique it had to offer. Andi delighted in pointing out tops, hats, dresses, and anything else that “would look so cute on you.” She had exquisite taste. She was like an artist, and I was her canvass.
After an hour or two on the boardwalk, Andi said the beach was calling. At her suggestion, we shed our outer things and stalled the ocean’s edge. I held my sandals in my left hand while she hooked my right arm tight against her body. The touch of her skin on mine was exhilarating. At 5’10” or so, she was a good deal taller than me, and the side of her large, perfectly shaped breast frequently brushed alongside my upper arm. I was having a hard time thinking about anything else.
We never sat; we just walked. I found this odd at first, but I came to realize what was happening when I noticed practically every head on the beach turning our way as we passed. The young, slender redhead going arm-in-arm with the perfectly-blonde goddess. I could feel men and women alike drinking in the sight of us. I found their lust and/or jealousy intoxicating. I think that was in fact Andi’s intent.
It was maybe going on six o’clock when Andi suggested we return to the beach house. She said she had a pitcher of mimosas and some finger food we could enjoy before dinner. I was well past turning down anything she suggested at that point, so to the beach house we retreated.
Once inside, Andi ushered me to the most enormous couch I had ever seen and quickly brought two large glasses and set them on the glass coffee table. We drank and talked some more, but I can’t really remember what we said. I was completely taken with this larger-than-life woman. I had had several boyfriends, and more than a few one-night stands by this time of my life. In fact, among my friends, I was considered the sexually experienced and adventurous one. But with Andi on that couch, I felt like a young virgin again. And I desperately wanted her to make a move. I was used to being the predator. Somehow I was becoming the willing prey.
I didn’t have to wait long. With a softer voice than she had previously used, Andi said, “Your binkini is so lovely, darling,” as she touched the string near my neck and traced her fingers along the edge of the fabric all the way down to my breast. With her palm now covering my breast, she moved in to kiss me full on the lips. It was like no other kiss I had ever enjoyed. I had grown up in the age of Katy Perry. I had kissed more than a few girls. And I had more than kissed a lot of those. But this was an ageless woman who knew what she was about.
I totally surrendered to her kiss. I, who had always been the initiator, who had always been in control, was surrendering. I was giving away control, and I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t even want to help myself.
Soon Andi was kissing my neck, ears, and chest, and I was yielding by the second. After who knows how long—she was in no hurry—I felt her gently pushing me down onto the pillow behind me, and I gladly let her. We continued to make out with her now on top of me when I felt her tug on the tie that held my bikini top in place. She deftly slipped the knot and a moment later my breasts were fully on display. She got no resistance from me. If anything, I wanted it more than she did.
With this new territory open to her exploration, Andi caressed, licked, sucked, and basically did whatever she wished to my increasingly sensitive nipples. I was in ecstasy. She paused from time to time to whisper sweet words of praise and compliment—how beautiful my breasts were, how wonderful my skin felt, how delicious I tasted. Each expression of praise made me want to give her more and more of myself. I had never felt this way before. I had had plenty of sex, but I had never been taken this way before— not by a man, let alone by a woman.
My pale white breasts kept her attention for quite some time, but we both knew things were not going to stop there. And they didn’t. With the similar smoothness of an expert hand, Andi untied my bottoms, and now my entire body, unencumbered by a stitch of clothing, was presented before her. She uttered several words in a language I didn’t understand but which I assume was her native tongue.