It was a beautiful, warm, dry evening in Santa Fe. I found myself wondering once again whether there could possibly be anything wrong with the place. Of course, I’d only been there for a week, but the city had certainly made a good impression on me.
I live in Dallas and work for a rather successful consulting firm. My specialty is, for want of a better term, “automated payroll accounting.” I was sent to Sante Fe to set up an automated payroll system for a newly established distribution center just outside the city. The General Manager was a guy named Alan Andrews. Alan was the catalyst in the events that transpired that Friday evening.
Earlier in the day, Alan asked me if I would do him a big favor and attend a party with him that evening. “A favor,” I inquired, “or a date?”
“Well, maybe a bit of both.” Alan seemed rather uneasy, offering a paucity of eye contact.
“Well,” I said, smiling, “perhaps you should explain.”
And explain he did: Alan had been invited to a party at which several potential vendors who might have use for a transfer hub in Santa Fe would be in attendance. He wanted to make a good impression and he did not want to go alone, and he “just didn’t know any other girls to ask.”
The fact that he had known me for less than a week, yet considered suitable eye candy, was a bit off-putting. I let his explanation dangle in the air for a few seconds while I thought the matter over, and came to a conclusion.
Everyone in Sante Fe, I’d been told by a friend who was well versed in the ways of the city, is “either gay or rich or both.” Alan wasn’t rich (albeit he probably would be someday). I figured, he just hadn’t come out of the closet yet, and he needed a “Beard” for the party. I had nothing to do that evening anyway. Maybe I’d meet one of the rich ones.
“All right, Alan,” I said softly. “I’ll go with you. Especially if it’s good for business; you are the client after all. You know the hotel I’m staying in. Tell me what to wear – I don’t want to show up in an evening gown and go on a hayride – and what time you’ll pick me up.”
Alan gushed his gratitude and pledged his undying “like” for me. He would pick me up around 7:30, dress was informal, but above “office casual” and well above “ranch hand” and there would probably be quite a few people there, the party goers would have access to a spacious indoors and a similarly spacious pool area, and our host and hostess were Dan & Marcy, who were “incredibly nice for people rich enough to buy Cambodia.” Why anyone would want to buy Cambodia was a mystery to me.
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At about 8:00, dusk in Sante Fe at that time of year, we parked amongst a long row of cars in front of a house about the size of Comerica Park (I’m a Tigers’ Fan…always have been; always will be).
We walked together to the front entrance where I saw a very attractive couple about to seek entrance. The guy yelled, “Alan…good to see you!”
“Good to see you too, Dan,” he replied. “This is my date and friend Shannon.
“Pleased to meet you, Shannon,” he bellowed waving at the lovely creature next to him. “This is Anna.”
Anna was absolutely stunning. She had beautiful blue saucer eyes, delightfully flushed cheeks, a fetching set of dimples, a delicate nose, and lips made for kissing. Her face was framed by dark brown, almost black, straight, shoulder-length hair. I was reminded of an old song by Doris Troy (later covered by Linda Ronstadt, just FYI) titled “Just One Look” (“and I fell so hard…In love with you!”).
I was hooked and wanted to wrap all of her up and take her home with me and keep her…forever.
The four of us entered into a very large (and loud) room, which was teeming with well tanned, attractive chattering people. Alan and Dan were immediately accosted by a group of guys who looked exactly like cookie-cutter versions of Alan and Dan. Alan grinned at me sheepishly. “Go on,” I whispered, “get busy!”
And so he did, as did Dan, who apparently needed no encouragement. Anna and I were abandoned in a sea of lovely, jabbering silicone-ladened women and loud, gregarious men. And we were pretty much ignored.
“I don’t know anyone here,” Anna confided.
“Well, neither do I,” I responded, “except for you, so let’s stick together and make the most of it. Have a few drinks and get acquainted.”
She smiled and nodded. I drooled; she was just delightful and simply gorgeous. I wanted so very much to kiss her, but instead, I said, “ There appears to be an open bar over there in the corner. How about if I go fetch us each a drink and you save me this place on this lovely little sofa?”
Anna agreed and placed her handbag on the tiny space (which was roughly one half the size of my ass) beside her. I headed for the bar, where I met…
STEVE according to the name tag pasted over his left nipple (I resisted the urge to ask him the name of his other nipple). He was quite handsome with “dirty” blonde hair and a well-groomed mustache, maybe 5’10”, muscular with strong looking hands.
“What can I do for you, Miss?”
What I really wanted to order was about an hour with those fantastic hands between my legs, giving me an intense vaginal massage. But I settled for…
”Two Beefeater® martinis, dry, straight up, and with a twist please, Steve.”
“Coming right up, Miss.”
“Shannon,” I interjected, “and there’s no need for the Miss, either.”
I watched him prepare the drink with confidence and aplomb. He was really quite handsome, and probably possessed about 80% more testosterone than any other male in attendance. And those fingers!
“So, Steve,” I said as he put the two drinks down on the bar in front of me. “I am new in town, so if I were to want to retain you for a small business gathering some evening, how might I reach you?”
He produced a card from within his jaunty red vest. “Just give me a call at this number. I’ll be happy to discuss it with you.”
“Thanks,” I responded, “and if I don’t need a bartender, and just want someone I find attractive to take me out dancing or to dinner and a movie?”
“The same number,” he smiled. Lovely teeth too.
“Thanks again,” I whispered. I picked up our drinks and navigated back to the spot Anna was holding for me.
“Here you go, Anna,” I yelled, handing her the drink I had procured for her. We tapped glasses and she and I both took a big sip. She gasped, “My god, this is strong!” she opined, “but good.”
“I apologize, Anna,” which was almost sincere, “I should have asked what you wanted. It was presumptuous of me to assume a martini would do. You’re probably more of a Margarita or Daiquiri girl.”
“I am,” she confided, “but this will certainly do for now…and the rest of the evening.”
We were squeezed into an impossibly small space in the room, but I didn’t mind because I could feel the warmth of her body, smell her delicate perfume…even smell her lipstick. I decided then and there that before this evening ended that I definitely would kiss this adorable creature.
“So, Anna, tell me about yourself.” I intoned innocently.
And so she did: Anna lived in Albuquerque and was staying with her sister in Sante Fe for a few weeks, having just dumped a guy she’d been seeing for a few years. As she expanded upon the relationship, and what he was like, and his serial infidelities, I nodded knowingly, “Every girl makes a mistake like that, Anna, sooner or later. Fortunately, you figured out what to do. You’re far better off without him.” (he, whom I had quickly decided was about one step below a pile of dog crap in a cantaloupe patch).
The room was getting increasingly louder and hotter, and I suggested we step outside to continue our chat.
“I’ll get us two more drinks, and join you in a few minutes. How’s that?”
“Sounds great,” she responded, “can I have another of those delightful martinis – promise I won’t drink the next one so fast, and you won’t be stuck listening to insipid stories about my love life.”
“I’ll fetch the drinks; see you in a few minutes.”
I approached Steve the virile (I was sure of it) barman and mouthed my request for two more of the same. He went immediately to work, and when I got to the bar, he placed a tray in front of me with two frosted glasses, and a large shaker.
“There are four martinis in there, Shannon,” he said, nodding at the shaker. “Give it a few extra shakes before you pour drinks for your beautiful girlfriend and your self.”
“That’s so considerate of you,” I cooed. He had really pretty green eyes too.
“My pleasure. Just promise me that you will call me for any reason; I’d love to see you again.”
“I promise!” I picked up the tray and headed toward to pool area, swaying my ass just enough to hold his attention…hopefully for the next several days.
I found Anna sitting at a small poolside table with only two chairs; one for each of us. We scooted our chairs towards one another, so we could be close, or (I hoped) more intimate. I shook the shaker a few times, as instructed, and poured us each a drink. We sipped in silence for a few minutes.
“I know shouldn’t talk about my love life, or more accurately, my lack of one. But I’m really tired of men,” she said, “they’re nothing but trouble!”
“Well,” I offered sympathetically, “Maybe it’s about time for you to try your luck with women.”
“Er…I don’t think I could do that,” she said, obviously flustered.
“Oh…I think you could,” I offered. And with that, I grabbed the front of her dress, pulled her toward me, and kissed her.
She gasped and attempted to pull away, but I would not release her. I held the kiss for a very long time. She was at first reluctant, then a bit uneasy, but I persisted with firm resolve and when I gently slipped my tongue into her mouth and pressed it to her tongue, she moaned softly.
I slipped my hand under the edge of her fitted silk dress and moved it gently upward until I reached the top of her thigh high stocking. I caressed the soft, bare skin there, and slowly moved on until I felt the swollen silk of her panties. I slid the silk aside and used my middle finger to caress her swollen, moist folds. I used my index finger to press her clit and gently massage her hood. She broke the kiss but continued to hold on to me.
“I wasn’t ready for that,” she whispered.
“Oh, you were ready, Anna,” I responded, “ you just weren’t prepared.”
“Maybe so,” she answered, “it was terrifying but at the same time, thrilling.” She continued to hold me, more for support than in affection.
“I’ll make a deal with you Anna. Give me your phone and I will enter my number in your contacts. If you think you might like to do some more experimenting with me, just give me a call.”
“I don’t think that’s likely,” she said nevertheless handing me her phone.
I entered my number and handed it back to her. “It’s up to you,” I whispered. “Now let’s finish these drinks and have the bumpkins who brought us here take us home.”
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I slept late (until 10:45, if you must know) the following Saturday morning. I woke up horny and hungry. When I finished college well over a dozen years ago, I decided that I would prefer a career to a husband and a family. I’ve always been something of a loaner and quite independent. I told a friend, who was married and nursing a child (things I vowed I’d never be or do) about my decision.
She was neither shocked nor disapproving, but she said, “You don’t really need a husband or a family to enjoy your life, Shannon. But you should have a ‘significant other’ – someone to comfort and support you when you are down or need affection.”
I pondered this advice for a while, decided it was wise, and obtained a significant other (SO) suitable to comfort and support me whether I was at home or traveling. In fact, my SO was right there in my room with me, fully charged and ready to go to work.
At 11:20 I was sexually sated but still pretty damn hungry. I had a quick shower, pulled on a pair of jeans, put on a suitably revealing blouse and sandals, and hopped into my rental car, ready to search for lunch.
At 12:25 I was seated at a booth in the Horseman’s Haven Cafe. I was working my way through a Mucho Berger (with cheese), the best home fries I’d ever eaten, and a bowling ball sized glass of iced tea when my phone began to vibrate. I answered.
“Shannon?” she asked tentatively.
“Yep, who’s this?” But of course I knew, and I was sooo pleased.
“It’s Anna,” she answered, “am I bothering you?”
“Certainly not,” I said, “what’s on your mind?”
“Well,” she sighed, “I wanted to thank you for being so nice to me at the party last night. You were patient and friendly and such a good listener. I’m sorry I rambled on for so long about my break-up.”
“It was my pleasure,” I asserted, “we were pretty much all on our own there, and all I did was fetch drinks and listen.”
“No, that’s not all you did,” she declared. “You kissed me, and I’ve never kissed a woman before…not like that! You kissed me and touched me and made me feel desirable. You’ve also left me totally confused about how I feel about women…particularly you! I was up all night thinking about it, and it took me about six hours to work up the courage to call you.”
“Actually,” I admitted, “I was really hoping you would call because I’d really like to see you again. And I’d also really love to kiss you again, and more than once. So may I?”
“Yes, yes, yes, you may! When can we?”
“Well, I’m going to assume that you’re free today, so how about this evening? You know my hotel. I’m in Room 608; let’s say about 7:00.”
“I’ll be there,” she answered, “and thank you, Shannon.”
“See you then,” I said, “and thank you too, Anna.
I finished my lunch, settled my bill, stopped and bought two bottles of Dry Riesling (from Alsace, of course), two white wine glasses, two small vessels of strawberries and some dark chocolates. I put these in the small but serviceable refrigerator in my room. I took a short walk to catch some sun and to compensate for the Mucho Berger. Then I returned to my room and pulled the curtains shut and settled down for a nap. I wanted to be well rested for this evening; there was so much to do.
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The wine was nicely chilled. The strawberries were cleaned and sliced in half and arranged on a plate; I surrounded the berries with pieces of dark chocolate. It wasn’t elegant, but it looked cordial. And precisely when the bedside alarm went from 6:59 to 7:00, Anna tapped on my door.
“You look wonderful,” I said, quite truthfully, “please come in.”
She was wearing a nice pair of faded jeans and a white, semi-transparent long sleeve blouse which accentuated her tastefully tanned skin and her luminous dark hair. She looked a bit apprehensive, as she handed me a small but elegant little bouquet of flowers.
“I’m nervous Shannon,” she blurted, “and I’m not entirely sure why I am. I know nothing bad will happen to me while I’m with you; I think I’m afraid that I will disappoint you. I haven’t the slightest idea what to do.”
“Well Anna,” I took her by the hand, “first of all, thank you for these beautiful flowers. I’ll put them in some water later, because my ice bucket, the closest thing I have to a vase, is chilling a bottle of wine. A bottle I intend to share with you.”
I guided her to the faux kitchen counter, pulled out the bottle and poured two generous portions of wine into the two glasses. I pushed the plate of strawberries and chocolates in front of her and gestured for her to help her self. I held up my glass and invited her to tap it with a toast.
“To a lovely evening with a lovely lady; may it be the first of many!”
She tapped and we both took a big sip. I picked up the wine and gestured to Anna to grab the dish.
“Let’s sit over here,” I said walking over to a well-intentioned little sitting area composed of a small coffee table and two chairs that were undoubtedly designed during the heyday of the Spanish Inquisition. I figured that neither of us would be able to sit there for too long, nor did I want to.
“I understand why you’re nervous, Anna,” I confided, “I was the same way my first time with a woman, although I was probably half your age at the time, and I’d never been with a guy either. I didn’t know what to do and I was afraid I would do something wrong. But she was gentle and patient and kind and told me to just relax and trust her and that she would teach me enough to satisfy both of us. And she did, and I intend to do the same with you. I think you must trust me, or you wouldn’t be here. You do trust me, don’t you?”
“I do,” she murmured, leaning toward me, lips wet, mouth open eyelids fluttering, then closing. And we kissed passionately, and as we did, Anna slipped her hand into the front of my blouse and caressed my braless breast (the left breast, which is closest to my heart) and teased my nipple relentlessly.
“Mmm, that’s very nice Anna,” I whispered, “would you like to take off my blouse?”
“Yes, I would,” she responded, as she started to unbutton it.
I waited until she had finished, and then without comment started to remove her blouse. She was wearing a nice lightweight lacy white bra, obviously more for show than support. I removed it quickly, and took her hands and situated them on my breasts, then placed my hands on hers. I gently rubbed her nipples with the palm of my hands, tantalizing each until both were rock hard and quite long.
“Do mine,” and as she did I kissed her again.
When I am with another girl, kissing is my greatest weakness. I simply love it and can go on for hours. Anna was a good kisser and knew what to do with her tongue, and her teeth, and her hands. We fondled one another’s breasts enthusiastically. I had to stop for a few minutes.
“Let’s have a little more wine,” I offered as I stabbed a strawberry with a toothpick and held it to her lips.
Her tongue slipped out and I placed the strawberry on its soft bed. I picked up a piece of chocolate and popped it into her mouth. She accepted it and licked my fingers; we both took a large swig of wine.
“Stand up,” I whispered.
She complied and I unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down to the floor. She stepped out of them, leaving me eye level with a pair of panties that matched the bra I had removed earlier. Anna was wet…and ravishing.
I gently moved her closer to me and kissed her navel, then flicked it with my tongue. I licked and nibbled the soft skin between her navel and the top of her panties, which I took between my teeth and pulled them down just far enough to reveal her delightful, wet, and superbly coiffed pussy. I was ravenous.
I stood up, “Let’s move to the bed,” I offered, as she slipped off her panties. “But kiss me before we do.”
Anna was as tall as me; perhaps a fraction of an inch taller. Consequently, we fit together nicely as we kissed standing near the bed. Our mouths (and tongues) were perfectly aligned and our hard swollen nipples rubbed together at the most enticing angles. We kissed passionately for several minutes, tongues probing and teasing, our hands exploring one another’s bodies with abandon. The atmosphere was drenched with sex and lust. Then I broke the kiss, took her by the hand, and led her to the bed.
Once on the bed, we spent a short time again trading kisses. Then I took control, gently pressing Anna down on the bed so that her body was fully available to me.
I straddled her body and leaned forward, allowing my breasts to caress her body. I kissed my way up her chest to her mouth, where I lingered to suck her tongue and nibble her lower lip. Then I moved forward a bit more and suspended my breasts over her mouth.
“Full disclosure, Anna darling,” I said softly. “Sometimes I like a little biting along with the kissing and sucking. And so I’ll ask you politely, please bite my nipples.”
Anna complied. She nibbled a bit but then, without warning, provided a very substantial bite to my left nipple. The sensation shot from my breast straight down to my pussy. I was wet and excited and hungry for her. We had been edging for quite a while, and I was intent on getting her off…and me as well, truth be told.
I lowered my face and kissed her, then starting at her neck, just below her left ear, I worked my to the hollow of her throat, then down to her breasts, where I kissed then gently bit each hard, erect nipple. I delighted in the sound of Anna’s faint moans, which became more frequent and more audible.
With a hand cradling each of Anna’s firm, delicate breasts, I kissed and licked my way down the soft, delectable flesh covering her taut tummy, whilst allowing my hard nipples to caress her flesh. Then I braced myself on my elbows with my face positioned just above her pussy.
“It’s beautiful,” I murmured as I gently ran my fingers over her hood, barely exposing her throbbing clitoris. “I just want to lick it for hours.”
“Okay. Please do,” Anna breathed as I continued to gently stroke her wet folds. Then I slipped two fingers inside and caressed her more sensitive spots within. I felt her contractions on my fingers as I pulled them out. They were slick and fragrant, and as I looked directly into Anna’s deep, beautiful blue eyes I brought my fingers to my mouth and thrust them between my lips.
She was trembling and breathing loudly, and I knew that enjoyable as it had been, I had kept her on edge long enough. I buried my face between her thighs and began kissing and licking and sucking the soft hot flesh where her inner thighs met her pussy. I bit her there too…gently at first then more assertively. I sucked her labia into my mouth and caressed it with my tongue. I felt her thighs tightening, and knew she was getting close. I licked her hood, and raked her clit with the rough edges of my teeth, and brought her over the edge.
Her orgasm was intense, yet elegant. Not too frantic; audible, but not too loud. But very, very wet. My face had been bathed with her juices. I placed my lips on her vulva and sucked gently. Then I emerged from between her thighs and kissed her deeply.
“I would be a poor excuse for a lover,” I whispered, “if I didn’t share something that delicious with you.”
And I’m a damn fine lover if I do say so myself.
We spent the entire night together in my room. We finished both bottles of wine and all the strawberries and all the strawberries and chocolates. I introduced her to my significant other and we used him on one another…twice each. We had a lovely shower together.
In retrospect, I suppose we used about eighty dollars worth of water during that shower. I thoroughly enjoyed washing Anna’s hair, neck, back, and legs. Even more enjoyable was the process of lathering her delightful breasts and caressing her delicate nipples. But most enjoyable of all was just making out with her under the warm running water. We did that for quite a long time. Kissing, hugging, touching, and rubbing our thighs between one another’s legs. We were wet, slick and happy!
When we exhausted all the hot water available, I shut the water off and we emerged from the shower. I grabbed a few towels, and we proceeded to dry off ourselves, and one another. The latter activity was accompanied by still more kissing and fondling.
After that, I taught Anna how to trib. As exhausting as that event was, we still managed about thirty minutes of kissing afterward. Then we fell asleep in each other’s arms. We slept for about forty-five minutes, and the sun was rising when we awoke.
Anna got dressed hastily, “I need to try to get back to my sister’s place before everyone wakes up,” she explained. “This was wonderful; you’re wonderful. Do you think we could do this again?”
“Absolutely,” I said, “whenever you want.”
“Tomorrow?” she asked.
“I think you mean today,” I answered, gesturing at the morning sun.
“My god, you’re right,” she exclaimed, “today?”
I gently pulled her into my arms and kissed her.
“Seven o’clock this evening,” I whispered, “and you can skip the flowers. All I want is you.”
