Nikita gets her due.
It started as just a little on-line exchange between me and Nikita. She and her current lover had been posting her pictures on the Internet and I had been corresponding with them about how much liked her pictures. We began a little exchange and she admitted to me that she had a fantasy about being ravished by a well-built Caucasian man since she had never had one. Well, being one of those (5' 11", 175, work out religiously), I decided that I had to start the on-line seduction so that I could be "the one".
After several weeks of exchanging emails and gaining her confidence, I managed to get her to admit her general location. Oh, my! It wasn't that far from me! I decided that I had to do whatever was necessary in order to make her fantasy come true. Of course, my imagination was running wild. I was imagining so many different things that I wanted to do with her. She was becoming the sole focus of my fantasies during this period; this gorgeous lass with the fantastic legs and ass.
With a little more coaxing and work, we arranged to meet for a drink. This took a lot of work and now we were three months into our discussions, but every time I felt that it was taking too long, I looked at her pictures and it reminded me that it was going to be worth the effort.
Finally, it was time for the meet. I knew that she was nervous; hell, so was I! Neither of us knew what to expect from the other. All the on line discussions, emails, and exchanges in the world cannot tell you what the person on the other end is really like. Because of this, we decided to meet at a quiet bar in a hotel that was midway between our two locations. It would give us the ability to talk and get to know each other, provide the ability to get to a room if we went to that step, and yet allow us to back away, if desired.
I took my time getting ready. I had told her about me and she knew I was 50. I had finally sent her a picture and we continued to make our plans, but she didn't say anything about my appearance. She had professed not to care about my age, but I wondered how she felt about someone whose hair went all white at a young age. I was still in good shape and felt good about my body, but there was nothing I could to about the hair. Well, maybe I could dye it, but that wasn't my style. I made sure that I was dressed nicely with a dress shirt, pants and jacket, and hoped that she would do the same.
I was not disappointed. I had sat down and was sipping a scotch when she appeared in the doorway. I didn't think there was any way she could disappoint me and she certainly didn't. She was wearing the very short white dress that appeared in a few of her pictures. She was stunning and as she moved across the hotel bar, the few men that were there watched her like there was a spotlight on her. She moved hesitantly, staring at me and trying to gauge my reaction. I smiled broadly and a small flicker of a grin appeared across her face. She sat down.
"Hi, Dennis. I'm Nikita." She put her hand out to shake mine. I shook it.
"Hello. You look ravishing in that dress." For someone who was taking nude pictures and putting them on the internet, I was surprised by her response. She lowered her eyes, smiled, and blushed a little. I loved it! Doing this in person was much different then over the internet.
The waitress appeared and she ordered a glass of Chardonnay. I waited until the waitress was gone and looked at her again. "I didn't think it was possible, but you are more beautiful in person than in your pictures and in my fantasies."
"Thanks." She looked at me. "I wasn't sure about meeting you since you are older, but you were very convincing on line. I'm still nervous." She looked around the room.
"Me, too." My admission surprised her a little.
"I figured you'd be raring to go." She looked up at me directly.
"I am." I admitted. "But I'm still nervous. I've never done anything like this, but you were just too irresistible, too gorgeous, too nice to talk to on line."
"Thanks. I wouldn't be here if your words hadn't also seduced me." She looked at me sheepishly. She was still a little demure talking about this.
Her wine arrived and she drank half of it in one draw. I guess she was getting some liquid courage. We discussed her trip to the hotel and I discussed mine. We talked about the terrible congestion with all the traffic. I decided it was time to go as we finished our drink. One thing she had said that I kept coming back to was "taken and ravished by a Caucasian man". I figured it was time to force the issue.
"Okay, Nikita. Let's go. We've talked about this for three months, so let's not beat around the bush. We both know what we are here for, so if you are ready to take the next step, let's head up to the room."
I waited, impatiently, hoping that I had pushed the right button, reading into her desire to be "taken" that she wanted someone to be strong and forceful. I was right.
"Yes, I want this." She said it so softly, I could barely hear her, but she stood up.
I stood up, took her hand, and led her out of the bar and towards the elevators. She hesitated a little as we moved towards the elevators, but I released her hand and put mine into the small of her back to give her a gentle nudge. She kept moving.
When we got to the door, she hesitated again. I decided to be a little less forceful for fear of her bolting.
"Nikita. It's up to you. I want you... badly. I have wanted you for three months. If you want the same thing, then step across that threshold and I'll make it worth your while."
She turned her face to mine and stared into my eyes for at least 10 seconds. I think she was trying to get one final reading of me. She finally smiled and stepped into the room.
When we were in there I moved her toward the bed. I took off my jacket and laid it on the chair. She stood there, not moving, waiting for me. I got behind her and pushed on her back, getting her to bend over from the waist. I moved over and sat down in the chair. The dress just barely covered her ass and I could almost make out her crotch.
