Previously in "Heather Shows Me What I've Missed" I tell the story of how I was introduced to a whole new world of sexual experience and excitement by a very young and cute, masseuse. I finished that story telling the reader that I had gone back to her three more times, but, when I called to set up a fourth visit ...
"Hi Heather, it's Brad, I'm coming down your way next Monday, could I see you?"
"Baby, I'm not at the massage parlor anymore."
"That's terrible, I been going crazy just thinking about seeing you again."
"Where will you be, Baby?"
"Actually, I'm visiting the Lancaster store. But, I was going to drive over to San Diego to see you."
"Why don't I come to your hotel room the day you arrive ... we'll spend the night together, as a goodbye present to each other."
"You'd do that for me?"
Baby, you're not only my favorite customer ... but to tell you the truth ... I've got a bit of crush on you. I know there's no future for us. But, I'd love to spend one night with you before we say goodbye.
All I could think was,
She's got a crush on me ... Wow! She's going to spend the whole night with me!
I was truly beyond myself with joy.
I let her know the name of the hotel, told her I'd be in my hotel room by five, thanked her, and hung up the phone. This was Friday ... the longest weekend of my life lay before me.
For that entire weekend, I couldn't get the biggest shit-eating grin off of my face. Almost all of the time I am a very happy fellow, regardless, my wife still asked me, "Honey, you seem exceptionally happy ... did you get some good news?"
"No ... well ... yes ... something at work has come together in a way I'd never expected. In fact, there was a chance that I was going to have to shelve the project. Now, I'm able to go ahead with it. It looks like I'll be putting together another all-store training session."
Monday finally rolled around and after an uneventful flight I arrived at my hotel at about 4:30. I told the clerk that a friend would be arriving soon and that he should just send her up. Then, I went up to the room, to make sure everything was okay, laid down on the bed, and tried to relax.
At 5 o'clock sharp there was a knock on the door. I opened it ... and there was Heather, as young and pretty as ever. It's funny ... each time I saw her ... I was struck by her beauty and the sense of confidence and self-esteem she radiated. I stood there dumb struck, not able to utter a single word.
Heather didn't hesitate, she walked into my arms, gave me a strong, tight hug (she knew how much I loved her "all or nothing" hugs), and said, "Hi Baby, it's very good to see you again."
"Good to see you, too, ... Sweetheart," I stammered. "You are more beautiful every time I see you. You honestly take my breath away."
"You're so sweet." Then she adding, "I love it when you call me Sweetheart," hugging me even tighter. Breaking the hug, she looked up at me and said, "Baby ... I haven't had a bite to eat today. Is it possible we can get something to eat before we blow each other's minds?"
"Sure ... I noticed a Mexican restaurant across the street is that okay?"
"Perfect! Well, Baby, this will be our first and only real date ... and you're buying." She giggled ... that marvelous giggle that I loved so much. ... Then she grabbed the back of my head, pulled me to her, and gave me a long passionate kiss; the kind she knew drove me crazy.
"Sweetheart, I can't even think of dinner when you kiss me like that."
"I'm just trying to give you an idea as to what you're in for tonight." And then, again, that giggle.
Heather was 20, but she looked like she was 16 ... as I said, very young and very pretty. She stood about 5'4" and weighed about 110. Her bra size was 32B-C (depending on the bra) and she wore a size 3 dress. Her complexion was creamy white and she had long blonde hair that went all the way down to her waist. On this day, she was wearing a pair of short shorts, a purple tank top, purple knee highs and tennis shoes. She was well aware of my fetish for a woman, role playing a teenager, and ... boy ... did she look the part.
As we walked across the street to the Mexican Restaurant, she insisted on holding my hand. I was a bit uncomfortable at first, because she looked more like my daughter than my date. But, I realized that I was far from home and the chance that we'd be spotted by somebody who knew us was very remote ... and ... I loved it that she wanted to hold my hand.
I was able to get us a table in a dark corner of the restaurant and Heather choose to sit close beside me rather than across from me. As we looked at the menu, she'd exclaim about a dish that looked good to her and give my thigh a squeeze at the same time. Once she turned her head, look over to me, smiled, and said, "Baby, you are especially handsome tonight."
I wondered what I had done to be given such a wonderful gift. I thought that somebody, someplace, sure must like me.
I still hadn't figured out what I wanted to eat. But, I realized, very quickly, that it didn't matter what I ordered ... I wouldn't be able to eat a single bite. ... There was really only one thing that I had any appetite for; only one thing on my mind. ... And, I knew full well that that would have to wait a little bit longer.