Dave

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Shit. I can't believe you're even asking. Yeah. No. She didn't go.

It was right before all of us went to Greece. The normal crew, most of the usuals. We went to Costa Rica a couple years ago, rented that house that slept like sixteen or some ridiculous number. I figured all the women we'd meet would have been from Costa Rica but it turned out all of them - almost all of them - were American women. Fly all the way to Costa Rica to meet women from Texas and from Georgia and Florida. Women I could have met at a Hard Rock Casino or whatever shitty place was in every city everywhere. Anyway, basically same group of people. Had to hit town in time to make sure we made the flight, so we all chipped in and got a huge place a couple nights before. First night we walked around the city, then hit it hard until practically dawn. Got up late and someone had a buddy who'd been to some strip bar that turned out to be way too far in the middle of nowhere.

The girl was there when we got there. With her husband. Offered them shots, talked her into a body shot. Maybe 25, decently tall with a good tan. But she had the biggest, biggest most innocent eyes you can imagine. They were brown, but like some metallic brown almost. Husband seemed fine. Let me do a shot off her too. She wouldn't let me lick her neck (then) but she did fucking unzip her shorts and told me put the salt there, that'd be better. Sure. I'm licking salt off where she'd shaved that morning. My lips and tip of my tongue feeling those sharp little spots where the hairs want to come back.

Then she ends up stripping. Really. She and some real stripper get sloshed and she decides to dance. Ends up taking everything off. And let me tell, you this girl...this girl was something else. She was 5 foot 8 maybe. Skinny. Dark, dark tan. She's got her husband right there and she's got a thong on, she's taking off her top and she's got these fucking amazing tits. Not huge, not tiny. But full. Pointy. Those tits like the girl dancing in the truck in that Pink Floyd movie, except her tits are tanned brown and her nipples are darker, that kind that point up. Fucking amazing tits. Some of the best I've honestly ever seen.

She ends up doing a couple dances with the other stripper, but she isn't just up there having fun: she actually dances for a few guys around the stage before the songs end. Puts their hands on her. I mean I'd be thinking she's actually a stripper looking for a job, except if that's it then what's the show for? She's light years ahead of anyone else there. She could get hired in a second.

I can picture her applying for the job. Some skeezy owner, probably overweight, balding, sweaty chewing on a cigar. Her wearing some tight tank, no bra. He probably makes her dance for him and she plays along, peeling off her top slowly, exposing those amazing nipples with her eyes directly on him, him looking back and forth between her eyes and those amazing tits. Hell, they weren't tits: they were breasts. Amazing breasts. She had breasts. And she'd touch those breasts to his face, slide them down his chest after she unbuttoned his shirt, her soft skin flush against his hairy chest. Probably she ends up giving him a hand job, wiping his jizz off herself as he asks her what schedule she'd prefer. She'd take the best shifts and kill it.

But that's not her. She isn't a stripper. She was just...doing what she wanted to do. She seemed to be having fun. Her husband was into it, the stripper was all for it. Obviously, I was good with it and so was the rest of the bar. You know it's kind of funny: there's girls there all day long, drop their top a half a song in and buck naked a few minutes later. They'll take you back in a room. But get one regular girl, one girl shows up in regular clothes with a ring on their finger. Get that girl up and the second her bra comes off every guy in the room goes rock hard. Makes zero sense. None. Those other are literally pros. Know how to make a guy do what they want, follow them back to some room and give them twenty bucks a dance for not much more than you get at the stage. Those girls can definitely get your attention, but just put some girl from anywhere up there and everyone pays twice as much attention. That's why they bring them up. Gotta suck, being some hot 22-year old who has to pretend she's into some woman twenty years older and half as good-looking, knowing that will get more dollars thrown on the stage. Gotta figure there are some plusses to the job but that's probably not one. Of course this isn't the situation right now. The stripper and the girl up with her are pretty much on an equal playing field. At least with their clothes off.

Anyway, she does her dances, all of us are up there cheering her on. She really did a great job. I stick around to give her a twenty, because seriously this girl fucking deserved it. No tattoos, no baby fat. This girl was fucking fantastic. I call to her and she comes over. I want to talk to her, wave her to bend down because I'm sitting at the stage, my face is like shin-high on her. Figured she'd lean over. But she didn't. She crouches. Hear what I'm saying? She crouches. She's got her face leaned down close to me so she can hear. Her tits are fucking inches away, I could have just reached out and...

And her cunt. Her pussy...think about what I said: she's squatting. She's just...she's splayed out in front of me. I can see her lips spread. I feel like I could lean up, reach under, stick my fingers inside her. Touch her asshole another inch further. I swear there's no way I could smell her, but man: I could smell her. All salty and fucking dreamlike. I'm getting hard just thinking about it. I'm getting hazy. For real.

But seriously, who does that? She was sending a message right then. Second one. Unzipping her shorts. Showing me inside her. Insider her. What the fuck. I was...I was entranced. I know that word sounds really overboard, but that's what I was. I got up and went back to our table in a fog. An hour before I was all about going to Greece, but now? Now there's like a buzz in my head. I don't hear people clearly, I don't think clearly. I'm not reacting to questions around me. Everything - every decision I'm making - is taking an extra beat. All I'm thinking about is this girl I just met. Said maybe three sentences to and who I've fucking barely ever heard talk. And I'm standing there at my table getting ready to head out and I'm seeing her tits up on that stage and imagining a smell I've totally made up in my mind and all I can think about is having her. Making her eyes flutter and her nipples point at the ceiling.

I know that all sounds insane and crazy and wound up. I'm mostly good now. But that's where I was at that moment. I figure it happens to every man - maybe everyone - once in awhile. Once in awhile? Once in a lifetime? God, don't tell me once in a lifetime. But I'm not ready to rule that out.

Anyway, I'm ready to go, paid the tab (just me, as usual) and Phil or Billy or someone says shit, you see her? We should ask them to come to the room. Maybe she'll get naked again. My heart is fucking thumping after he says that. Trying to not look like a maniac I tell him to go invite them. Make sure he knows the right room number. He comes back and he says they're coming. We all head out.

So the rest? They show up at the room. Husband is a nice guy, good sport about the strip bar. They're hanging out, talking to people, it's all good. And I'm looking at how her tan looks against the white shirt she's wearing. She's not even flirting at all. She's just hanging, holding her husband's hand, being picky at the food table. And all of it's driving me crazy. Her husband gets all interested in the video games, and I decide to talk to her. She's really nice. They are going to Mexico tomorrow. Suddenly I'm trying to figure out if we'll be in the same terminal at the same time. Maybe we'll run into each other at the airport convenience store. Maybe our gates will be close together, or we'll go through security around the same time. I picture security singling her out for the X-ray machine, her legs and arms spread as the security guy grins at her amazing rack in the monitor. Yeah, she'll get pulled out of line. My mind rifles through a thousand scenarios: anything where I can talk to her again.

We're at the food table. She's avoiding carbs. I'm talking about how amazing the room is - five bedrooms. Get gutty, ask if she wants a tour. That's a pretty clear message, right? She says sure. Then she sees her husband in line for the bathroom and decides to go tell him what we're doing. Dave wants to show me the rest of the place. And he's good with it. No issues, I think she even gives him a kiss before takeoff down the hallway.

So after her stop-off with her husband, I'm out of business. But I've still got to go through the motions of acting like I really wanted to give her an actual tour. I'm literally walking her down a hallway showing her rooms my friends are staying in. A few rooms with views of the city but shit, they are staying in a hotel a few blocks away, it's hardly a revelation. My room doesn't even have windows. We're at the end of the hall and I point it out, ready to return her to her husband and fucking give up. Give up whatever I'm even trying. She comments on how it sucks I didn't get any windows and I say well, it's the master bedroom, so at least it has its own bathroom. It has its own bathroom, she asks. The line to the other bathroom keeps getting longer. She's right. I mean, that's where her husband still is. She asks if she could use the one in my room. Please? Of course, I'm not telling those big round eyes no. I'm slipping into friend mode at this point. Giving tours. Letting her use my bathroom. Not only am I not coming on to her, I never even found myself in a position to start coming on to her. She was just so nice. So platonic. I fucking saw her pussy lips spread out in front of me earlier in the day and here we are buddies touring a hotel penthouse.

She heads into the bathroom and I stand there in the dark. She went through the bedroom into the bathroom so fast she didn't even look for the bedroom light. Now I'm standing there in the dark. Pull out my phone and text my ex-girlfriend back at home.

So we're going tomorrow morning.

I see the three dots immediately, so she saw it. She responds.

I'm sure you'll all have fun.

It would be more fun if you were going, too.

D, you know you don't really want that.

I don't know how exactly to respond to that. But she starts typing again.

Neither do I.

She's washing her hands in the bathroom. I'll send her back out to the party. Gonna need to respond to "Neither do I." But how?

I don't believe that. And you have to know I want you here. Want to go to Greece with you. Would stay behind if I was with you.

The bathroom door opens. I hit send. No dots come up yet. Keep looking. Still not yet. I start to type again.

Hey, she says from the bathroom door.

I look up from the phone. And she's standing there topless. Just standing there. Like she's a popular character in a sitcom and she just walked into the scene and is waiting for the applause to die down. And maybe I should have been clapping for her. I mean, I told you earlier she had an amazing body. But there's a hell of a difference in having an amazing body on a stage in front of thirty people and having an amazing body alone in your bedroom. Just for you. I walked over to her. She's still just standing there.

I just stand in front of her for a second, looking at her. Trying to figure out what's going on. Brief thought that somewhere in a room not far from here is her husband. But she's standing here topless in front of me. For me. You get that, right? She's topless for me.

I'm still standing there. She looks at me, cocks her head. So you're wanting to fuck me, right?

I don't know how much detail to go into. We kissed. I dropped to my knees and pulled down everything right down those beautiful thighs, her kneecaps, her shins and calves. Those calves. She braced a hand on my shoulder as she stepped out of her shorts, her thong, then dug her fingers in as I pushed my face into her slit. I tried to lick her off, but it wasn't very long before she started moving for the bed. She was in the process of starting to lay on her back when I grabbed her and turned her over, so she was on her stomach. I pushed my nose and mouth into her beautiful brown hair cascading around her neck, then kissed down her back stopping on each vertebrae. As I got to her lower waist my hands grabbed onto each of her buttocks. I spread them and put the tip of my tongue right onto her asshole, but didn't push in. She breathed in a little suddenly. I kissed down each of her legs, kissed her heels.

She rolled over then and pulled me up. She was extremely wet as I entered. Pretty damn tight, too. Her husband must be gentle with her. While my dick is still getting used to being inside her, her particular shape, I take a lot of time to lick her tits and pinch them. She's not having any of the kissing on the mouth, so I'm guessing I rimmed her a little too soon. We fuck for a while just like that, me moving very slowly. Trying to look into her eyes, but she's got 'em closed. The more I slide in and out, the more her legs spread just a little bit wider, so I'm getting deeper and deeper as we go on. Her inner thighs feel warm against me when I am fully inside her. I hear people in the hallway. People not nearly as happy as me.

She comes, back arching a little, flexing those tits up even higher. I start to think about getting there, too, but right then she says she wants on top. Even before I'm back inside her I'm absolutely...entranced. That's the word again. Her tits hanging down over me are just something to behold they hold their shape - and they aren't big enough to be fake. The nipples are so soft, like her skin there is paper thin. I push in on a nipple with my thumb. She opens her eyes and looks down on me, hair all around her face. My hands on her ass. I wish I could rise out of my body and hover above us like a drone. Nothing ever hit me like this. Ever.

I start playing even more with her tits, pinching her nips between my index and middle fingers so I don't have to let go of them at all, seeing if I can get her to get there again. She starts to moan a little bit, but she's trying to doing it pretty quietly and it sounds so goddamn conspirational that I don't know if I can make it much longer.

And that's when we both realize her husband is standing in the room. He must have walked in about the time we were changing positions. Either that or we're both drunker than we thought. And we both just froze. We're holding still like we both decided if we were completely still he wouldn't see us. Maybe he'd figure a statue of two people fucking was the centerpiece of the room or something.

He finally sees us after walking halfway across the room. I'm wondering if there's going to be a fight because I think being in a fight when you are naked is probably a definite disadvantage. But he ended up being mostly cool about it. She talked to him like they'd agreed on this beforehand. He didn't dispute it. By the way, the whole time we're still frozen, by hands on her tits and my dick holding pretty damn firm inside her.

Finally, he says he'll be out in the party waiting. So ok then. Leave. He does. I suck on those tits for awhile while she bobs up and down. Man, I'm in heaven.

Come with me to Greece, I say.

She looks at me. Goes up, slides back down. Up again, slides back down.

Maybe, she pants.

I pinch one tit tighter and slap her on the ass with the other hand. She's finally coming again, and I take advantage of the moment to stick a finger up her ass. She pulls it out after she calms, then slides down my body, purposely rubbing her chest on my chest all the way down before taking me in her mouth. I honestly didn't make it that long. I shoot, picturing it all hitting the back of her throat, coating her tongue, pooling around her teeth.

She slides back up, puts her head on my shoulder. Catches her breath. We should probably get back out there, she says. I say we can lay here a couple of minutes. And we do, each saying something maybe every ten seconds, never in a rush to respond to each other.

Is your man going to be okay out there?

Silence. Then: he'll be fine I think, she says.

Silence. You are one amazing woman.

Silence. Thanks.

Silence. I didn't think you wanted me.

Silence. I didn't. Silence. Until I did.

Now we lay there for awhile, those words hanging over me. Until I did. A song starts and ends through the door. Then another one. My cell phone is face up on the floor, lighting up with a new text every once in a while.

So, come to Greece with me.

I picture us in Greece, laying just like this except there are open doors and flowing curtains, a view of some body of water. I picture buying her dress after dress just because she wants them. Her making friends with my friends on the trip, all the women a little jealous of her age, all the guys wishing they were the one she was straddling every night. And every morning. Her wearing nothing but a white peasant's dress, hiked up around her thighs, top pulled down below her breast, me fucking her against a huge rock.

She's cuddled against me. My left arm goes down her back as far as it can, my hand resting just where her hip starts, short of her butt. When she breathes in deeply I can feel it against my bicep and elbow.

I'm not going to Greece with you.

Her leg slides over on top of my legs, warming them.

More silence. Why not?

Because, she says.

Silence.

I'm going to Mexico with my husband.

How much can he love you if he's out there letting you lay your head on me?

He loves me, she says. There was no silence this time. He loves me enough to let me be back here.

She takes her head off my chest and looks at me, her eyes so close to my face I can't really focus on her, and if I turn to face her we'll pretty much be kissing. My hand rubs her hip, trying to calm her, just get one more minute of her head on me.

He will always be my husband. This was fun, but that's all it is. Sorry if I misled you.

Silence again. She's looking at me. Some fucking ballad is playing.

I finally sigh.You can't blame me for trying, I say.

She laughs a little. I'd say you did a little better than try.

I turn and our lips do meet. My tongue quickly goes into her mouth but then she pulls away, making a face and sticking out her tongue.

Nothing like tasting my own ass, she says. Another face.

Tasted fine to me, I say.

Can I ever see you again, I ask. She shakes her head no. I ask if we can be friends. How about Facebook friends? She says she's not going to friend me on Facebook, but she doesn't have a lot of privacy restrictions so if I want to see what she's up to I can check her page from time to time.

She puts her head back on my shoulder, starts tracing circles on my chest. I start to stretch, ready to get up and leave, turn this thing from a moment to a memory.

Ready to go, she asks?

Yeah, we probably should, I say. Her hand slides onto my dick, starts rubbing it a little.

You said we could lay here a few minutes more, she whispers into my ear as she rolls on top of me, breasts pressed up against me, legs sliding across the outsides of my legs.

Maybe ten minutes later we're dressing, her wiping me off her neck and chest with her green underwear, then throwing them in the corner of the room. Guess they're mine now.

After that, I just didn't really have much game. I couldn't figure out a way to convince her to change her mind. If I even tried it'd be like being a stalker. So I decided to do it classy. I kissed her on the cheek, said goodbye and left her in the room. Last thing I saw was her still bare-chested, easing her shorts up over her nakedness. On her torso I noticed a birthmark, maybe the size of a stick of gum. Just skin twice as dark as everywhere else. Hadn't noticed it in the bar. Hadn't noticed it while I was kissing her everywhere. And that's the last thing I saw. I closed the door, walked out and sat with her husband on a couch in the middle of the party. Basically, I raised the white flag. Told him he was lucky, and that she'd love him forever. He just pretty much sat there. I know deep down he thinks he did me a favor, but I kind of feel like he showed me something beautiful, something special, something that would make my life everything I want it to be. Then it's all gone, his again. I know it doesn't make any sense. All this shit is in my head and I'm really somehow feeling loss over somebody I didn't even know fucking six hours ago. How fucked up is that?