I continue work on breaking down a stunningly beautiful woman's defenses.
HOW WE MET
Chapter 4:
The Inquisition
Once inside the restaurant, she stepped to the hostess station and requested a table for two. She scanned the available seating and spotted an end booth near the kitchen doors. “That booth at the end will do just fine.”
The whole time I remained silent as we got settled. Since she had called this “meeting,” I sat expectantly. A waitress came placing glasses of water and took our order.
“I had you investigated, Sailor. So far, everything you’ve told me has been verified. I’m sorry about the loss of your wife and your child. That must have been devastating.”
“It was a double sucker punch, that’s for sure.”
“How did you go on? After losing half your family, including your wife, I don’t know how you did it. Care to explain? Was it drugs or drink that got you through? How could you get up every morning and get your only remaining son off to school, work all day, and then be both mom and dad to him at night? I’d like to know your secret. How did you come through all that and appear, well, for lack of a better term, so ‘normal’ even if a bit irritating?”
“It certainly wasn’t easy, I’ll admit. I focused on making sure my son was taken care of, that he had everything he needed. Well, except a mom or a brother.” Tears welled up in my eyes as I flashed back to those painful, sorrowful times. I dabbed at my eyes with my napkin. Fortunately, the waitress delivered our food and drinks, allowing me a moment to compose myself.
“And the neighbors helped as did some of my wife’s close friends. My son was a high school student at the time, going through profound loss and subject to peer pressure. It was a difficult period for both of us as you can imagine. It took over a year for us to get on the same page. When he went away to college it got a bit easier.”
Seeing me wipe my nascent tears away apparently softened her, at least a little. She could see that I was a real human, with feelings and emotions, not just some vagabond pirate looking to rape and pillage.
“Well, Sailor. That is quite a story. I can see that those events must have changed you, shaping you into who you are now. It makes me wonder what you were like prior. But that’s a story for a different time. Now, I need to uncover the truth behind you. Why are you stalking me? Why did you approach me in the pub? What are you really after? Inquiring minds must know.”
I sat quietly wondering how much I needed to share to get her to start opening up to me. I’ve found that sharing an inside glimpse of hidden secrets usually results in a return of the same. I nervously shifted in my seat and toyed with the food on my plate. I had no appetite under the emotional stresses of the situation. A beautiful goddess sitting alone with me asking probing questions, wanting to know more about me. It almost felt like the opposite of the crippling rejection she had so harshly delivered previously. I felt lightheaded being in her company and I didn’t want to fuck things up.
I tried easing into an answer, throwing a curve ball her way. “Heather, you said earlier that I appeared ‘normal.’ We both know that normal is a pejorative word, meaning different things to different people who each define it according to their own paradigm. What is ‘normal’ to you?”
Not comfortable with me holding a mirror to her, her demeanor toughened. “This isn’t about me, Mr. Sailor. This is totally about you. Tell me what your interest in me is or your life can change in a heartbeat.”
It was time. I had been observing her for days now, lusting over her desirable body and discovering that she had an advanced intellect. We had never touched one another other than our initial bump on the street. We had never even uttered the word ‘sex’ although she had shut that option down right from the beginning. Maybe naively, maybe presciently, I introduced the notion of sex.
“Alright, Dame Harmony. If that’s the way you want to play, I’m in. My behavior toward you is driven by two things. Can you guess them?” Again, answering a question with a question.
She responded somewhat annoyed, “Sex, sex, and more sex. Oh, wait, that’s three things. But I’m getting the feeling that sex is your driving force. You’ve created this whole ‘harmless teddy bear’ act simply to get between the legs of any female you encounter. How close am I?”
“You’re so close I’m sure that you can feel the heat. You’re highly intelligent. You’ve achieved many things that people twice your age never accomplish in a lifetime. I’ve read some of your papers online and your advanced intellect shines through every one of them. If truth be told, Heather, I’m a sapiosexual. I get sexually aroused by women with highly developed brains. Some men like big boobs, some men like a huge tush. I look for what’s inside that skull, that three pound gray mass of folds and crevices that controls us.
“So, yes. Sex is involved. And why shouldn’t it be? You are ‘double take’ beautiful. You have all the right pieces arranged in all the right ways. You are smart and confident. I mean, come on. Any man with a pulse would respond with a boner.”
Silence reigned. It was deafening in its awkwardness.
Heather nodded to the waitress for our check. She glanced at it and covered it with a hundred dollar bill. Without looking my way, she slid out of the booth. Very matter-of-factly she said, “Your ride’s leaving.”
She was several steps ahead of me walking to the car. She slid into the driver’s seat and fired up the motor, gunning the engine a few times. Vroom, vroom. I sat in the shotgun seat and buckled in. Heather stared straight ahead, then depressed the clutch and jammed the stick shift into first gear. Vroom, vroom again as she raced the motor. I braced myself to be launched forward like a rocket. Instead, Heather leaned over and gently touched her lips to mine. A sweet, flirty kiss lasting but a fleeting second.
Before I could react, the gravel under the wheels was flung backwards with a loud rattling and we jolted forward. She fishtailed on the gravel as she turned the car onto the road. Accelerating at full throttle, she slammed the gearshift lever between gears, rocketing down the road toward the highway. Squealing tires sounded as she piloted our spaceship onto the slip road, pushing the car to its red line with each gear change.
All I could do was hold on for dear life. The speedometer read 95 mph as we tore down the highway in total silence, only the high revving engine making noise. Then began the downshifting when our exit was in sight. She was driving this high performance sports machine like a woman possessed. Apparently, the speed limit signs on the surface streets meant nothing to her. They were in miles per hour, not kilometers per hour as in her native land. Maybe she was just confused as she sped through town headed for the marina.
She pulled her rocket ship to a stop at the curb in front of the marina entrance. Turning to me, she reached her hand behind my head and gruffly pulled me toward her. She smashed her lips against mine. She held my head tightly against her moist mouth, exploring with her tongue, giving me a taste of what it’s like to kiss royalty.
When she broke, she lowered her head. Raising just her pretty eyes she looked at me. In an almost inaudible whisper she said, “This never happened. It will never happen again. I hope you’re satisfied. Good evening, Mister Sailor.” She deftly reached across me and pulled the latch, making my door pop open.
I stepped out of the car, and she sped away, squealing tires and all.
Chapter 5:
The Visitor
Safely back aboard my security blanket Love Boat, I collapsed on the bed. As expected, my brain nearly exploded. She had kissed me! Lord almighty, she had kissed me. Then, of course, “and it will never happen again.” I lay in bed, savoring the touch of her lips, the deft movements of her tongue, the powerful vibe driving it all. Ignoring her “never again” boundary, I knew that I had to have more. She was perfection in my mind. Over the top beauty, a fierce intelligence, and all this wrapped in the finest gift paper with the most stylish bow on top.
I woke up still sprawled on the bed in my street clothes from the night before. As I struggled to consciousness, the happenings from yesterday and last night appeared like a slideshow. The black suits investigating me, the brush off at the University, the bizarre phone call. Then the wild ride out to nowhere and the lurid details I had disclosed. I wondered if I had made the right decision. And then the kiss. Oh, my God. The kiss. I was hooked now, and, like a dope addict, I had to have another dose of Ms. Harmony. I was hoping that our dinner date and the kiss had gotten us both playing in the same key.
Over coffee, I revisited the University website. One click led me to a page where you could sign up for a guided campus tour. This might give me the opportunity to brush elbows with the English Royalty I had been studying. I signed up for a tour starting at 11 a.m.
Arriving in my “Sunday best” attire, I found the tour group forming near the Union entrance. I dashed inside and grabbed a coffee before joining the group outside. The tour guide was, of course, an attractive coed with perky tits pushing her blouse out from her chest. Her long blonde hair fell in gentle waves past her shoulders. I was thankful to have been given something nice to look at as we toured the mostly uninteresting campus.
After seeing the Library and the Creative Arts buildings, we approached the Research and Development building. The guide led us through a hallway to some elevators at the back. The hallway had glass wall offices on either side. She was explaining the various activities that took place here and emphasized the importance of the department to the success of the overall University. At the top, the lift doors opened into a small entrance area facing a glass wall with security locks. The guide poked a few numbers in and, click, we had access. Before she allowed us entry, the guide sternly admonished “Just to repeat. Cameras are not allowed in this space. Please put all cellphones away.”
The group stepped into a large room, open with an area of work cubicles next to long work tables with various contraptions and experiments underway. There were 20 or 30 people diligently working away, testing this, sampling that and generally doing what research and development people do. As the guide began explaining the purpose of this space, a corner office door opened, and English Royalty stepped out. My heart skipped a beat or two. She saw the tour group and immediately stepped over to us.
“Greetings! Welcome to my little corner of the world! This is the ….” She halted because she was scanning our little group, and her eyes had fallen on me. Unfazed, it appeared, she picked right back up. “…research and development department of the University. I’m Heather Harmony, the leader of this ragtag bunch. I’m certain that your able tour guide will give you a complete picture of what we do here. If you have any further questions, please reach out through our page on the University website. Wishing you a delightful day. Thank you for coming.”
Heather gave me a scowl and moved toward the entrance door. I took a step back from the group and, turning toward her, cleared my throat. “Uh hum.” She turned to look at me. I silently mouthed “Lunch?” to her, adopting the most harmless expression I could force. She simply dipped her head and went along her way.
As soon as the tour left the R and D building, I slinked away, headed for the pub. It was 11:45 a.m., just right to claim an advantageous spot at the bar. The end stool was not available, so I perched along the long side of the bar, my back to the booths. The mirrors behind the bar with the bottles lined up in front gave me an obstructed view of the booths, only being able to discern if it was occupied or not.
I had just placed my order with the darling young coed barmaid, when I sensed an ominous presence behind me. I looked over my shoulder coming face to face with a frowning Director Harmony. In a “you’d better not refuse this” tone she commanded me to join her. I signaled to the barmaid my change of location and followed Ms. Congeniality to her booth.
“Look Mr. Sailor. I can’t have you following me around, showing up at my work, stalking me. It just won’t do. If you persist, I will have no choice but to erect barriers between us. You won’t like them, I assure you.”
I cast my face down and moistened my lips. Raising my head I replied in a cool, calm voice, “I understand. But you can’t deny that you, by your own actions, have encouraged my behavior. I told you how attracted I am to you, and you poured petrol on it. Your kiss seared my lips. You certainly had used your probing intellect to realize that a taste of the drug only requires more. Further, you abruptly ended our ‘dinner date’ before you learned all my dirty little secrets. There’s more, you know.”
She didn’t tip her hand, just yet. She maintained an expressionless face. “I’m not certain that you know exactly whom you’re dealing with, Mr. Sailor. Maybe I want to know more about “Your dirty little secrets,” maybe I don’t give a rat’s patootie. I will admit that the enigma, the Gordian Knot, that you present is intriguing. You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met. I’m curious about what makes you tick. But it is simply impossible to continue the way you’ve been bumbling along. My position at the University is far more important than some wayward boat junkie trying his best to get me to spread my legs. Believe it or not, Sailor, but you’re not the first man to pursue me.”
“Heather, I appreciate that. I can see that my tomfoolery has been clumsy. I apologize if I have affected your career or your position in any way. That is certainly not my intent. In the interest of civility, maybe we should consider taking our infatuation ‘off line,’ so to speak?”
“Just what do you mean by ‘off line?’ I didn’t know that we were ever ‘on line.’ And I’m certainly not infatuated by you."
Dare I say it? Dare I risk collapsing the whole thing? This was a boundary issue, and I knew that she had numerous boundaries, most of which I didn’t have the foggiest notion about. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
“I mean, take our interactions private. Keep you and your high profile position out of it. I have so much I want to share with you and there’s so much you can teach me. I’m always hungry for more learning. If you have any curiosity, maybe you could even visit me on my boat. It’s just across the street, you know. That might be a good place to learn more about each other.”
Heather went blank. You could tell that she had turned her brilliant mind to study this possibility. I felt like I wasn’t even there, sitting across from this wonder woman. Watching her turn this proposition over, under, sideways and down, I was feeling an intense flow of energy. My brain started tingling, feeling like that foot waking up thing again. It threw me so that I missed the check arriving, her covering it with another $50, sliding out of the booth and vanishing through the door. Either I missed it or saw but couldn’t react, frozen again. What the fuck was it about this goddess that she could freeze me at will?
Heather had left me dangling, once again. She had not answered my proposition to take things private. She was definitely holding the cards, and she had the winning hand. I felt as if I was holding a Captain’s License, a trump card that only sinks ships.
I returned to my Love Boat nest. I scurried around, absentmindedly rearranging things, starting one chore only to abandon it for another. I was totally unsettled. The butterflies in my stomach fluttered about in a panic. I was distraught and wasn’t seeing anything clearly.
The sudden jangling of my phone ringing startled me. It was 5:30 p.m. For the second time in so many days it read “Private number – Restricted.” “Hello?”
“I never gave you an answer at lunch, did I?”
“I’m afraid not. I’m hoping it was not intentional.”
“It was intentional, Mr. Sailor. I’m still considering your proposition.” Click. The call was dropped.
Jesus. Some women are temperamental, some are high maintenance, some are complaining, entitled “Karen’s.” But this one had defined an entirely new category just for herself. I took comfort that at least she was still considering taking our “relationship” private. I’m not sure if our spastic interactions could be called a “relationship,” but I just wanted the opportunity to build upon what we had already laid as the foundation. Honesty, trust, disclosure. A few of the many things that make up a union.
Just after the sun bowed into the wings, came a soft tapping on my boat. No announcement, simply a gentle “tap, tap.” I couldn’t tell if it was someone knocking or just another of the unusual sounds heard when moored at a dock. In a few moments another soft “tap, tap” this time with an angelic English voice “Anybody home?”
I slid open the companionway and stepped up halfway. There she stood bathed in the last rays of the disappearing sun. My stunning Dame Harmony. She had changed into casual clothes, still prim and proper, but dressed down for the occasion. I sprang up the steps to help her aboard.
“Don’t get any of your pirating ideas, Mr. Sailor. This isn’t that kind of visit. I’m merely interested to hear about your other ‘dirty little secrets.’
Having my dream woman standing in my cockpit enquiring about my “dirty little secrets” did it to me again. I felt like I was stammering and drooling down my chin. I had a hard time collecting myself.
“Welcome aboard Blow Me, Ms. Harmony. Would you feel more comfortable sitting in the cockpit, open to the public, or would you prefer to climb below? And, please. Don’t complete that sentence with ‘Said the spider to the fly.’ I’m merely trying to make my guest feel comfortable.”
“Let’s go below. Especially if you’re going to tell me about your dirty little secrets.”
Chapter 6:
Carry On
Heather was impressed with my cozy floating home. She had never been around boats. Of course, she had seen them at the quay, but she hadn’t ever paid much attention to them. She was visibly surprised to find that my Love Boat had a three burner stove with oven and broiler, a double sink, a normal household looking toilet, and other creature comforts of home. She was entertained with the fact that bulkheads, the walls that go side-to-side across a boat, efficiently creating separate rooms. In reality, they only created separate visual spaces. When aboard, everybody can hear every noise that’s made. From pissing in the toilet even with the door closed, to rolling over in bed in the aft stateroom.
“Look at all this rich wood lining the walls and forming the cabinets. It makes your space feel warm and cozy. Sailor, I’m surprised by you, once again. Your home is much more pleasant than I had imagined.”
“Thank you, Ms. Harmony. I must tell you though, that this beautiful wood surrounding us is a blessing and a curse. It blesses us with it’s rich, warm look, but it all must be washed and oiled twice a year. It’s quite a chore.” She had completed poking her head into each of the spaces down below and settled her tiny derriere on the settee. “I’d offer you a drink, but I’m afraid that you’d see that as an attempt to get you drunk and violate you. How about a water?”
“Actually, Sailor, I’d like something a bit more potent than water. Do you have any rum or whiskey? I’d like it on the rocks if you have ice.”
I poured each of us a healthy pour of my best Irish Whiskey, over ice. She inhaled the aroma, then touched the glass to her lips. “Hmmm … I like it. Is this Redbreast or Teeling?”
“It’s Redbreast, 18 year old. Couldn’t justify spending $400 for the 21 year old aging. After all, it’s only a bottle of brown liquid that will turn yellow before it comes out the spigot.”
She chuckled at my lame dad joke. “Okay, Sailor. Time’s up. You’ve lured me aboard your pirate ship, you’ve plied me with liquor. It’s time to fess up. What other dirty little secrets do you harbor?”
“You forgot one important detail. Now that I have a female aboard, aren’t I supposed to cut the dock lines and sail away. I mean, there’s serious pirate raping and plundering yet to happen. Where’d I leave that rope I was going to use to tie you up? Must have stowed it away where I’ll never find it.”
“Alright, Sailor. I see that the Redbreast hasn’t loosened your tongue yet. I’ll go first. I was once in an institution for mental health issues. Was only there for a few months, until they got my bodies chemical balance back to normal. Surprised?”
“Mightily. I didn’t find any reference to that doing my due diligence research on you. One would never know if you hadn’t told me. What caused you to be sent there?”
“Kind of a long story. The thumbnail version is that as an adolescent teenage girl, just post puberty, I lost control. I drank heavily and cavorted with many men. Some my age, some much older. It ended when one of my ‘suitors’ tried to convert me into his personal ‘sex for money’ machine. Because I was drinking so heavily at the time, I didn’t realize what he was doing until almost too late. Waking up in the hospital, tubes in every orifice, round-the-clock nursing was the final straw. I came near death. My parents slapped me in the funny farm for my own safety. It’s a good thing, too. I’d be dead or strung out as a sex slave had I not gone in but, look at me now. Happy, healthy, productive. I have some little pink pills that keep me on the straight and narrow.”
“Wow. I had no idea. You certainly don’t come across as someone who has overcome mental health challenges. Especially not ones involving booze and sex. My fantasy world just got bigger.”
“It’s not something I share publicly. Only a few close friends know where I was for those few months. I think the family said that I had gone to Switzerland to some fancy school or something. And, let me state the obvious. That information shall remain aboard Blow Me.”
“Rest assured, Heather, that anything that happens aboard the Love Boat, stays aboard the Love Boat.”
“Good. Now it’s your turn. I know your history, I know about your sexual interest in smart people. What don’t I know about you? What are these dirty little secrets that you dangled in front of me like bait to lure me aboard?”
This was going to require me to get graphic, to share my love of various sexual kinks that I have. I wasn’t sure that this was the proper setting for such a conversation. She had mentioned her wild times as a pubescent teen, sleeping with multiple partners. So, anything that I might discuss would probably not be new to her. Yet, she was sensitive and had barriers in place. Discussion of these subjects might throw her back there, make her uncomfortable or violate one of her invisible boundaries.
I chugged the last two fingers of my Irish Whiskey pour. Her glass was still half full, so I refilled mine and immediately poured it down my throat until my glass equaled hers.
“This is kind of awkward for me, Heather. The things I want to share with you require me to be graphic, to cross that ‘not safe for work’ line. I’m hesitant to confront you with my inner cravings and desires if you’re neither prepared for same nor able to hear these things.”
“Sailor, I’m a big girl. Well, I’m petite, but I’m mature. My past indiscretions probably line up with what I expect you’re hesitant to share with me. I’ve probably done those things or, more than likely, much worse. Bring it on, Sailor. Don’t be shy. I can take it.”
“What I’m really concerned with is that once I’ve disclosed my cravings and desires, you’ll thank me and walk out. Then you’ll engage your crack army of black suits to keep us separated. You sure you want to hear this?”
“Positive. Now out with it or those black suits may be put into action to drag it out of you.”
I poured yet another drink and refilled hers. “Okay, Ms. Harmony. I give really good head.” I stopped to gauge her reaction, beads of sweat forming on my forehead. She raised one eyebrow. “I mean like multiple orgasm really good head. My goal when I’m with a sex partner is to give them maximum pleasure. That’s more important than me getting off. I can always just jackoff later, no never mind. Another thing is that I adore anal sex. Fucking a tight asshole, pounding it until it opens wide, and dumping my load deep inside takes me to another planet. Then there’s fellatio. Guys are more visual than most women. Watching my cock slide in and out of a woman’s mouth, eventually getting past her deepthroat door when her nose presses against my abdomen, also sends me places.” I swallowed half my drink in one gulp.
Heather calmly sat there taking it all in. She took a ladylike sip of her drink. Her eyes were flitting about, landing on one thing or another, finally pointing at mine. “What’s so secret about those things, Sailor? All those things are standard repertoire for the sexually active. Maybe not the anal sex thing, although that is widespread. And not every person can overcome the natural gag reflex to perform deepthroat. But, by and large, you haven’t told me anything I didn’t know or wasn’t aware of. Looks like you played your Captain’s License losing trump card too soon. Any other mysterious secrets you need to exorcise? Now’s the time captain.”
Her reaction had me stymied. I had half expected her to throw her drink in my face and walk out half way through. I was guessing it would happen when I mentioned anal sex. She had sat there and listened to me describe my favorite sex acts with a calm demeanor, a straight face. It’s as if she either didn’t care or she was building a case to humiliate me later.
Now feeling the fool, I meekly answered, “No. Nothing else to share about those issues. Thank you for listening and I’m sorry if anything I said offended you.” I was dying to have her reciprocate and tell me her favorite sex acts. It would have been helpful in the unlikely event that we ever found ourselves in the position to act upon them. But I just didn’t have it in me to ask. Inside I was turning inside out.
We sat in an awkward silence. I had not a clue how to proceed. I searched my foggy brain for alternatives and came up dry. I began looking intently at her. I wanted to at least bathe in her radiant beauty. Imprinting her image was the consolation prize for making such a fool of myself. My gaze roamed over her body. Her beautiful brown locks, gently waving toward her shoulders. Her inviting face with her engaging smile and expressive eyes. My eyes examined her breasts, those small but perfectly formed mounds of pure joy. Everything about this tiny person was a treat to behold. My loins began to react naturally.
With the first twitch of my dick, I jumped overboard. I stood up and stepped over to her. One hand placed firmly on the back of her head pulled her face to mine. I pressed my lips against hers as my free hand enveloped her breast. I kissed her as good as I know how and she responded in kind. My hand on her breast kneaded and searched for her nipple through clothes and a thin brassiere. Our mouths gave and took, both of us reeling in the moment. I had taken the initiative to overstep bounds and was reaping the rewards.
When we separated, she took a deep breath. “You’re a good kisser, Sailor. I can only imagine how you’d treat a different pair of lips.”
“Ask and ye shall receive.”
It was far better than expected. Far, far better. She was natural and had the most beautiful lips. Even though she was a very petite woman, her clit was prominent and a joy to work with. Time after time she twisted and turned until she finally asked me to lay low for a minute until the sensitivity returned to normal.
She dressed quietly. Watching someone pull on clothes and adjust everything is normally a mundane thing. With Heather it was different. She just has a way about her that exudes joy, passion, intrigue. It was a reverse strip tease and my cock responded. As she was tying her now messy bed hair into a clean ponytail, she casually said, “That was worth the wait, Sailor. I’m sorry if we got off on the wrong foot but I’m glad that you persisted. I’m not easy in any sense of the word. You have shown a great deal of patience and understanding with me. I only hope that you saved some of that patience and understanding for our next encounter. I might have to be restrained from taking advantage of someone your age.”
Heather turned to me. She raised up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against mine. Her hand gently squeezed my member.