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Have you ever taken a vacation to relive memories of your youth? Walked down memory lane to feel the touch of a lover’s caress against your skin or the smell of their body against yours, only if it’s in your mind? Now fifty-three on the cusp of turning fifty-four, I’m traveling that path of memories. Memories of the wistful young woman I was when I met him at the age of twenty-three.***********Sitting on a bench alone looking out over the blue ocean, my mind drifts back to that night to the man I gave my virginity to.I was living and working in New Jersey. I had graduated college and was working my first grown-up job as a radiographer at one of the largest hospitals in the state. I had bought my first house, a little one-story near the boardwalk not far from the hospital. If I had to, I could walk to work if with the weather turned nasty.I was always shy, never feeling like I was pretty enough or sexy at all. I was thicker than most of the women my age. My breasts, of a larger size, always made me feel self-conscious. Never wanting attention, I would wear my scrubs loose and baggy.There was one man who was an RN who worked in the emergency department. We would chat while I waited to take an x-ray. Nothing major. Small talk. Then one afternoon he asked me out for a drink.We met at a small bar close to the hospital. He had a beer and I had a diet coke. The conversation was nice. He pulled my chair closer to him and put his arm around me. I felt happy for the first time in a long time.After a few more beers he started getting frisky, and, right in the bar, he Ankara bayan escort tried putting his hand down my shirt. When I pulled his hand away, he rested it on my thigh instead. It was getting late so he walked me to my car. Tall and muscular, he pinned me against my car and kissed me. He put his knee between my legs as his hand slid up my skirt. He felt the soft cotton against his fingers, groaning as he slide a finger around the leg of my panties, touching the softness of my trimmed pussy patch.I let him touch me in that parking lot. His fingers slid inside of me as his tongue slid inside my mouth. He was setting my body on fire.“Let’s go back to your place,” he breathed into my ear.Too shy and too ashamed of my body to go any further, I pulled his fingers from my pussy. “I can’t. I have to go,” I whispered, fixing my clothes.He got defensive. “Whatever, you cock tease.” He stormed off.I sat in my car thinking. Cock tease? Me? No way.For the next few weeks, I did my best to dodge him at work. But, one Friday afternoon, he saw me and grinned, winked, and smelled his fingers. My face turned beet red as I walked out of the ER. He texted me to ask me out for drinks at the same bar after work.I agreed and met him. But first I had gone home to change into a pair of jeans and a deep v-neck blouse and black boots. I added a splash of White Diamond perfume.In my eyes he was perfect. At over six feet tall he was muscular and his eyes always gave me butterflies. He had a wildness that needed to be tamed. I knew I was in over Escort bayan Ankara my head.Being a Friday night the place was busy. Line dancers filled the dance floor. I was feeling sexy so I ordered a bloody mary while he drank whiskey. The first drinks went down smoothly. We talked and flirted but his eyes never stayed on me. Always wandering, looking, searching. Feeling rejected, I ordered a diet coke.As I expected, his wandering eye landed on a thin blonde with huge boobs sitting at the bar.But little could I have known that I had drawn the attention of a man at another table. He was watching me watching my date seeking out other women. He had noticed how I went from drinking bloody marys to diet cokes. He watched as my date left me to go to the bar, and watched as my date flirted and put his arm around the blonde at the bar.My head sank and tears stung my eyes, so I didn’t notice the man pick up his bottle of beer. Nor did I didn’t notice his eyes on me as he made his way through the dancers. I was too busy feeling rejected.The music slowed to a soft love song, and I heard a deep voice. “Can I have this dance, beautiful?”I looked around, not thinking for a second this gorgeous man was speaking to me. He grinned and waited.I took a small sip of my pop. “I’m sorry. I’m here with someone.”“Are you?” the man said, glancing at the bar. My date had his hand on the blonde’s ass.“Thank you, but no thanks.” My voice shook.He set his beer bottle on the table and took a seat, watching me. “What’s your name?” he asked.“Wendy.”“I’m Bayan escort Ankara Greg.”I relaxed as we talked. Greg had been drafted out of college into a minor-league baseball team with hopes of playing in the majors within a season or two. I was fascinated as I listened to his stories. The travel, the excitement of the crowds at the baseball games, the smell of the cut grass.After another round, he looked into my eyes. “Let’s go somewhere quiet where we can talk.”“Okay,” I said.He took my hand, put my jacket around my shoulders, and led me through the bar. As we made our way to the door my date stood in our way.“Where the fuck you going?” His tone was angry and he swayed a little on his feet.Greg answered, “She’s leaving with me, asshole.”“Wendy,” my date demanded. “Get over here right now.”I froze in fear. I had never been in a situation like that before.Greg pulled me closer. I felt his arm around my waist. “Get out of the way before I move you.”My date was either feeling brave or stupid because he stepped closer and tried to grab my hand. Greg, never letting go of me, shoved my date hard. He stumbled and fell to the floor.Fuck no! I thought. What will I say to him at work on Monday?Greg led me through the door to the parking lot. He asked me where my car was. I said that I had ridden with my date.“No worries,” he said. “Let’s go for a drive, then I’ll take you home.”We drove along the coast with the windows down and the smell of the ocean all around us. I told him my address and an hour later we pulled into my driveway.That night, inside his truck, he kissed me for the first time. I felt as if my body was on fire, burning me from the inside out. His tongue seared mine as his hands roamed my body. I was captured by him.After that long kiss, I was breathless and panting. I didn’t want it to end, but I needed to tell him something before it went any further.

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