She was the first woman I had a lasting relationship with, after the brutal break up with my ex. There were other woman before her, but they were the result of a night spent drinking, and no more than one night stands, or the occasional lost weekend. But she was different... She was different because she was exceptional. And she was exceptional in a variety of ways. Her name was Natasha, and I met her one night at a comedy club after I performed my stand up act. The gig went really well, and everyone was laughing hard at the end. As comedians say, I went out there and killed! It felt great! So Natasha made the effort to find me after the show and get to know me better, because she was curious... curious about what kind of guy I really was, behind my act.
She managed to find me back stage, because women like her can always find a way to get back stage, if they really want to. When she saw me, she made an effort to impress me almost immediately. The first part wasn't hard, because Natasha was incredibly beautiful, and impossible not to notice. She had long full raven black hair, with a milky white complexion, but just enough rouge to put some rosy color on her cheeks. She had the most amazing pair of light crystal blue eyes, that danced and sparkled as she smiled. Her reddish pink lips were full and sensual. She was full figured, but perfectly proportioned. She had long shapely and incredible legs, to go with her hourglass shape and her very well endowed breasts. She was nothing less than stunningly beautiful and an absolute knock out.
When she moved towards me, close enough to touch or even kiss, I was just blown away by her presence. She introduced herself, and then pausing for dramatic effect, she said "I'd really like some time alone to talk with you, Chris. I'd really like to know you better."
I replied that the rest of my night was free, and we could have that time alone to talk and get to know each other. She smiled that beatific smile, and replied breathlessly that this is exactly what she wanted. I became like putty in her hands... ready to say or do anything that she asked for, just to keep our conversation flowing, and our contact ongoing. I really wanted her... I wanted her as badly as being able to breathe.
I could tell that she knew how much I wanted her. I could also tell that she really loved my sense of humor, and that this drew her closer to me. As the night grew late, she looked at me with a sly sarcastic smile, and said "Well I think we just went into overtime. Wanna flip a coin? Heads I win, tails you lose... My kinda bet." she smirked playfully at me. "You wanna play? Well I hope so, because I might even let you win." She punctuated this last comment by ever so slightly pulling her shoulders back, and pushing her breasts forward, while those amazing crystal blue eyes caught and captivated mine. At that instant, I was lost in her... completely consumed by her.
It was six months later when Natasha and I were due to travel to Washington D.C. to visit her relatives for Christmas. Instead of flying, we decided it would be fun to take an Amtrak Train Sleeper Car from Boston to D.C. Neither one of us had ever traveled this way before.
Soon after boarding the train, a conductor led us down a very narrow hallway to our private compartment. The conductor showed us in, and gave us a brief summary of how everything worked. He soon left us, and we shut and locked the door. We turned out the overhead lights, and were soon fascinated by all the "glow in the dark" controls all around us, in our private compartment. We pushed all kinds of buttons, just to see what they would do. This was fun! It was well after nightfall, so even with the blind to our window completely up, all was dark, outside and in.
The train lumbered down the tracks, and picked up speed with a rhythmic rocking motion that was subtlety suggestive, if you were in the right mood. And we were...
