Without any further words, Mark turned her around until she faced the ocean. He took her hands and placed them on the rail so that she was bent slightly at the waist. The cool breeze now served as a salve against the heat which was building inside of her. But she was thankful that she still had her dress on; public exhibitionism wasn’t her thing either.
She knew he was going to have her from behind and was ripe with need, but Mark made no move to make love to her. Rather, she heard him shift his weight and then felt his soft touch on her ankles. A momentary fear that he meant to toss her over the rail onto the beach below was almost immediately allayed by the most exquisite sensation she had ever felt.
With an apparent random mix of light touches with his fingers, butterfly kisses, and simple blown air, Mark worked his way up and down her smooth legs from ankle to hip. The result was divine and Kristi felt her heart race just from his touch. She rolled one ankle out a bit to give his tools — those wonderful lips and fingers — room to work her inner thighs should Mark be so inclined.
And he was, of course. Kristi felt her legs begin to shake uncontrollably. She’d never been literally handled in this way before and it was definitely something she could get accustomed too.
“Mark,” she moaned, no longer caring how needy or cloying she sounded. “Have me. You…. Have….. me.”
He ran his fingers again from the strap on her sling-backs all the way up to her skirt, but this time pushed it up over her rear. The feeling swelled with her and Kristi could feel her bosom swell against her now tight bra.
When he entered her she gasped and her knees buckled slightly at the sensation that it brought her. She felt him, but definitely not painfully so and even somehow this felt right. Being bent over beachside by a man she barely knew — but wanted to know better.
Between the added height that her heels gave her and the angle she was bent at, the experience was more than pleasurable. She could tell that Mark was working hard to control himself and drive her to pinnacles of excitement she’d not climbed before. His pace was slow but not deliberate, though at no time did he settle into one speed.
It was a variety that was driving her just a bit wild. Most of her lovers had been, like her, rather young, and perhaps a bit prone to skip the foreplay and most of the sex too, for that matter. But this was something different entirely. She could feel things building inside of her, things which rarely came along without her own help.
She ran her right hand down to her sex, finding it swollen and damp. She teased herself lightly with her fingertips, timing herself with Mark’s rhythm. With a gasp she felt the waves of passion begin to not only grow but crest inside her. With a sudden shiver, she climaxed and softly moaned Mark’s name.
With a final prolonged thrust she felt Mark’s climax, which was no doubt brought on by her own. It filled her still further as his breathing became ragged and hoarse, his hands still firmly holding her hips against him.
He started to pull out of her but a quick quip telling him not to from her kept him inside for just a bit longer.
As they both began to breathe easier as they came off their communal ecstasy, Kristi could feel Mark beginning to go limp, and finally but still grudgingly let him slide out. She would never admit it to anyone but herself, but it was that first entry and last exit which for her were the most titillating aspects of the sexual act.
"You didn't even let me get out of my dress, you horny dog," Kristi said. Somehow once she'd been with a man lots of her self imposed barriers in terms of what she would and would not say suddenly fell by the wayside.
"OK," Mark comically smirked, "Next time you can take everything off. And hopefully that wasn't a complaint!"
"Who said anything about a next time?" she said, all the while hoping he knew she would definitely be up for another roll in the hay later. At least as long as the gentlemanly opening wasn't just a ploy for a booty call. Of course, saying this to a man who'd just driven her wild and didn't appear to be kinky at all was easy. And he was, after all, still just about naked and showing his jewels off for the world to see.
At least for now, she was the world. She smiled at the thought.
He offered to let her take a shower before she left, but she declined, thinking that might be just too much for a first date. She cleaned herself up a bit in his bathroom and with a final deep kiss asked him to take her back to her car.
The ride back was uneventful, and when they got back to the now deserted parking lot, she gave him a peck on the cheek and thanked him for a great a memorable night.
"Call me," she said as she shut the door to her car.
"Count on it," he answered as he wandered back to his Lexus.
***
Kristi spent the next days waiting for a call, and almost immediately began wondering if she had done something to offend him. Although she knew that she didn't know if Mark was "the one" yet, she still would like to see him again. Things had been good, right? Had she simply failed some sort of test and gone too far too fast? She could always call him, but she'd never been that forward of a woman.
Finally, on the fourth day, a dazzling bouquet of roses was delivered to her house. Kristi was beaming from ear to ear as she shut the door, with an unbridled excitement. She could only imagine what the note would say!
She read the note and a warm flush spread over her face as she read it again. She'd forgotten about the business trip Mark said he was going on the morning after their date. All was immediately forgiven.
But suddenly Kristi had a thought, and it wasn't a good one. She hadn't given Mark her address, had she? In fact, she remembered that she'd gone to great lengths to avoid doing that.
So how had he gotten her address? And knowing that, how should she respond? The card with the flowers said he would call her when he returned, which was tomorrow. Egad!
After spending the rest of the day pondering how to actually figure out how Mark had gotten her home address Kristi decided that the best thing was simply to ask him. Perhaps she had given it to him after all. She had been drinking a bit, right?
The next day he did call her, but she hesitated after seeing his name on the caller ID. Oddly, she'd made his profile picture a heart, which was yet another uncharacteristically juvenile response.
With a deliberation which, unbeknownst to Mark, spoke volumes of the trepidation with which it was asked, Kristi asked how he came by her address. The key, or at least so she'd though going into this, was to play it rather nonchalantly and just see what he came back with.
Mark's response was not what she'd hoped for.
After all of her worry, she had been right after all. She hadn't given out her address as some result of being a bit buzzed during their date. Mark hadn't seen her wallet lying open and simply copied it down, which would have been slightly understandable, but still a gross violation of her privacy. Rather, Mark had simply just discretely followed her home from the coffee shop to make sure she got home safely.
With more than a little consternation, Kristi found herself declining his offer for another date and slamming the phone down. Dishonesty was simply something she could not tolerate, regardless of steamy sex.
The next few days went by in a blur, though Kristi couldn't help but wonder about Mark. Was it really just a misunderstanding? If you lied for a good reason, was it still bad to lie? She wanted to see him, to perhaps give him another chance, but it seemed to her that to do so would mean bending too many of her own internal maxims.
After almost a week she'd have realized that she had just about forgotten about him. If, that is, she thought about it. But she didn't.
Then one day she thought she was being followed when she was on her way to a luncheon with some girls from work. Kristi chalked it up to a feeling and nothing more as she could never seem to spot the same car twice in her rear view mirror, as much as she tried.