Mina lived on the other side of the world. That was the first obstacle. She was only in town for a few months for work and she wasn’t interested in a fling that would just have to end.
But we both knew it was more than a fling. We had undeniable chemistry.
After our first date, she insisted she wasn’t even my type.
“You seem like someone who wants an obedient, mild-mannered girl who will just fawn over you. Not a career-focused woman with a short temper,” she said.
I told her that wasn’t my type at all.
After our second date, she told me that she’d had a good time and enjoyed my company.
“But I think you’ll agree that things have run their course,” she added.
I didn’t agree at all. I told her as much, but I wasn’t sure I’d convinced her.
“I’m here for work,” she told me. “It’s extremely important that I do well. And this would be a distraction.”
“It doesn’t have to be,” I assured her. “We can just see each other when you have time. Even if it’s only once a week. I don’t want to be a distraction. I just think we owe it to one another. Connections like this don’t come often.”
“But it can’t go anywhere,” she insisted. “I’m leaving. I’m going to go back to my life. And you’ll be hurt because I left. And I’ll be hurt, too.”
She was correct, of course.
But that didn’t matter to me. Just being around Mina, even for a few days, had awakened something inside me. I felt alive in a way that I hadn’t in years.
I knew the risks of giving in to our desire. It would be like hopping in a car barreling downhill toward a brick wall. And I didn’t care. I just wanted to enjoy the ride.
I didn’t pressure her. I told her that I was disappointed and that I’d be around, waiting, if she changed her mind. I was confident that she felt the same way, but she was scared of where it might end.
Less than a day had passed when she reached out to me again.
“I don’t want to say goodbye yet,” she told me.
Her family was Indian, but Mina had grown up moving around Oceania with her family. Her soft voice and accent made my whole body tingle.
To this day, I don’t know if she was trying to dress conservatively on our third date or if she was trying to get my attention. Maybe it was a little of both. I’d told her before that I loved her style and the way she dressed for work.
She came straight from the office that night. She was dressed in a deep blue blouse, black slacks, and heeled boots. Mina was tiny in stature, but with a curvy, hourglass figure. The satin blouse seemed to highlight every movement when she took a step.
I’d offered to cook dinner for us and she’d accepted. She obviously knew my intention was to get her to my place. Maybe she thought she could resist temptation. Maybe she liked playing with fire.
She sat drinking a glass of wine on a stool in the kitchen as I prepared the food. Normally, I towered over Mina, but for once we were almost eye-to-eye. We looked at one another. I knew I had to kiss her.
That first kiss is one I’ll never forget. I swept her dark hair away from her cheek. I gazed into her deep brown eyes. Our lips met. It was soft and sweet. My hand went to the small of her back and a small moan slipped out.
“I really don’t feel like making dinner right now,” I told her.
I took her small hand in mine and she leaped down from the stool. I guided her down the hall to my bedroom.
“You’re beautiful,” I told her. “I want you to undress for me. I want to savor it.”
“I’ll do whatever you want,” she responded. “But just for tonight. I don’t want either of us to get hurt. Let’s just enjoy tonight.”
I stood a few feet away from her.
“I want you to untuck your blouse,” I said.
Mina did as she was told.
“Do you mind if I tell you what to do?” I asked.
She shook her head.
“Whatever you want. Just for tonight,” she said again.
“Unbutton your blouse,” I commanded.
She did it slowly. She knew the power she had over me. Mina took her time revealing her lacy black bra. It barely held her big tits.
“Take off her shoes,” I told her. “Take off your pants.”
“Undress with me,” she responded.
I unbuttoned my shirt slowly as she removed her heels and pants. Her tiny black panties matched her bra.