HOW IT ALL STARTED
-My life of being seduced--
I grew up with a personality dichotomy. I was gregarious and outgoing, both a good student and athlete, yet shy around girls. My mother tried for years to tell me I was good looking and by my senior year of high school I was a 6'4" tall and 190 pound, hard-body, but I always thought she was talking from her heart not her head. I was virgin until I was in college in the mid 70's so you know I was no horn-dog. Eventually I met a young lady in college and married her, more out of a need for a companion and sexual partner than out of some deep love. I was probably more in love with the idea of being in love than actually experiencing it. As the sexual revolution hadn't really come along until I was in college I guess I had also developed a conservative moral code.
As a 'people-person,' I gravitated toward sales and after two years in a management training program, got my first opportunity at a sales career at 23 years of age. Obviously the company and I had chosen the correct path, as I was a natural and an immediate success, and promoted to be a territory manager at the age of 25. However, being a territory manager meant traveling at least three days per week. The more successful I became in sales, the more distant my wife became, and eventually I discovered she certainly wasn't sitting home nights while I traveled for business. Just about the time I discovered that my wife had been cheating on me, I also discovered that there were lots of places to play electronic games or to dance while on the road.
I never chased after a woman in my life. In fact, my earlier shyness around women continued even during the increasingly open times of the early 80's. The experiences I had, which would lead me to divorce my wife began innocently. The following series of stories are based upon fact, but I changed the names and places to protect anonymity of the participants.
Karen I had heard there was a great bar where people could listen to good rock music and dance if they wanted, in a city I was traveling to, Jackson Mississippi. So, instead of working in my room after a quick dinner, I decided to check it out. I never was much of a drinker and knew how to nurse a beer for a long time, so I also knew I could check this place out inexpensively. After ordering a long-neck Coors I sat with my back propped up against the long wooden bar, and watched the couples dancing.
One particular young woman, an attractive six-foot brunette, caught my eye. She was wearing a tight one-piece jumper/dress with a zipper down the front that was pulled down far enough to show considerable cleavage. Believe me, if her height hadn't caught your eye, the great expanse of chest flesh she was exhibiting certainly would have. Apparently this young lady was popular locally, as she was on the dance floor for more than two hours with a string of guys who all seemed to know her and were all interested in gyrating around the floor with her. While I tried to watch other couples dancing, some-how my attention kept being drawn to this red-hot brunette with shoulder length hair and absolutely great breasts. Then suddenly she disappeared. I assumed she must have finally sat down with one of her many suitors, or possibly headed for home, as it was a week-night, and most of us had to work the next day.
Having nursed two beers for over two hours I was about to leave after some good inexpensive entertainment, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. As I swiveled the bar stool to the left, there stood the brunette. "I noticed you watching me, and wondered why you didn't come over and ask me to dance," she said.
"Well, you looked like you knew everybody here and I'm just a visitor, and besides I'm pretty much out-of dancing practice," I said.
She answered, "well I guess I'll just have to help you brush up on your skills," as she pulled on my hand, getting me out of the bar stool, so I hung my sport coat on my stool, and she nearly dragged me toward the dance floor. Just then the band started playing Old Time Rock-and-Roll by Bob Seager, one of my favorite songs from a few years back. With such a great song and such a beautiful partner, I couldn't help but enjoy myself, and before I knew it we had danced for eight songs and I had sweat through my dress shirt. loosened my tie, and unbuttoned the top two buttons of the shirt to get some air.
At this point the gorgeous amazon who had introduced herself to me as Karen, pulled my tie loose so that it was simply draped around my neck and began pulling on both ends, back and forth around my neck, while swiveling her hips seductively and pulling me closer to her. Then the song ended and the band shifted to the first of a medley of slow ballads and love songs, and she used my tie to pull me close to her. When she had pulled me very close, she put her arms up around my neck and nuzzled close to my ear saying, "you have no idea how nice it is to dance with a guy who is taller than me, there just don't seem to be many tall enough guys around here."
I whispered that was because there were so few pretty six foot women, and she just hugged me tighter.
Now her hips seemed to be glued to mine and I was really getting aroused. Having not danced this close to anyone but my cheating wife for seven years I really didn't know how to act. As she ground her pelvis into me I heard her mumble something in my ear that sounded like, "lower honey," so I asked her what she had said, but she just answered ,"oh nothing." Man she had me turned on, and for the first time in a long time.
As the medley of slow songs ended she gave me a sweet but quick kiss and said "thanks so much for dancing with me, I really enjoyed it."
Thinking this was the end of the evening I said, "no, thank-you for being so nice to a visitor to your city, I really enjoyed meeting you."
However, before I could turn to leave she said, "hey wait John, it looks like my girlfriends left already, and I need a ride home, can you help me out?"
"Sure I said, but you'll have to direct me as I only know my way around the business district."
She said, "that's OK honey, I'll show you the way."
Now, before you get ahead of me in this story, understand I walked her to my rental car and trying to be the gentleman my parents had taught me to be, held her door for her. Unlike most young girls, she didn't slide over close to me, so I figured I was just going to drop her off and then head for my hotel, but she had other plans. After about a ten minute drive we arrived at her apartment complex and she pointed me to her building.
