Date: 1/9/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: gilrenard, Rating: 16, Source: LushStories
“I need you,” she breathed into the phone. I felt the insistent urgency and need in her voice. It was consuming her. The pounding of heart could be heard in her voice and breath. We met over a year ago on a sunny afternoon in Cuba. She was on vacation with her husband and a few close friends. I was there attending a business conference. I spotted her at an outdoor bar on the beach, chatting with her girlfriends. She was wearing a white bikini and an oversized yellow straw hat. I sat down two chairs away from her. My eyes honed in on a deep, purple and yellow bruise high on her right thigh. It was a perfect circle and the size of a tennis ball. She turned in her seat and watched me as I sat down. “Baseball,” she said to me with a smile. I smiled back at her and nodded my head in a silent reply. I turned to the bartender and ordered a shot of Jack Daniels. “You were staring at my bruise,” she added. “I was staring at your bruise,” I replied in a matter of fact tone. “I wasn’t staring only at your bruise,” I thought to myself. She giggled and replied, “I find it refreshing that you didn’t blush or lose your composure or try to deny it.” I winked at her and replied, “I find it refreshing that you didn’t try to cover yourself up, roll your eyes and turn your back to me, when you noticed that I was staring.” My wink and comment had caught her off guard. A quizzical look flashed across her face. She stared at me in silence for a moment and introduced herself, “I’m Victoria, by the ...