Denise - He meets a beautiful woman and takes her - Sex Stories

Denise - He meets a beautiful woman and takes her

Fear is such a strange thing. This story only happened because of fear, the fear that I'm sure everyone has experienced at one time or another. The Fear I speak of is the fear of rejection. When this story happened I was 19, I was in the Army and I had become a very self-assured young man. Kind of strange for me because of the fact that I had been a fat c***d. I mean a 12-year-old-fat-k**-being-told-he-may-not-see-13-unless-he-lost-some-weight fat. Ah, but the Army had changed that hadn't it? I had gone from 5'6" and 220 pounds to somehow 5'8" and 178 pounds. I had to look good in that uniform, didn't I? So, on to the story. I'm 19, looking pretty decent, dressed well, nice car, everything you would not expect from someone so young. My friends and I had gone to a party and we were having a really good time. Not being a drinker I was having a great time watching my friends get pretty stupidly d***k. They were hitting on girls at the party, some were being turned down, some were actually finding dancing partners and I was pretty much just chatting up this one girl, nothing serious, but if nothing else worked out, she might get lucky. It was a house party so there was only so far you could go, didn't want to be invading anyone's Moms room. So my friends and had pretty much become stationary at the entrance to the kitchen where the front door was still in view and ditto the back door. At around 11:00, it happened. Denise walked through the door. She walked in with a couple of ...

... friends, but I noticed no one but her. My conversation with the girl I had been talking to trailed off to nothing, the guys facing the door were standing aghast, the guys not facing the door, finally turned to see what we were so in awe of. They too seemed to lose the ability to speak. Now I say I had become a much stronger man than I had been, but I won't try to fool you into thinking she saw me and just fell into my arms. God I could only wish. No the truth of the matter was, I had fear, that selfsame fear of rejection that I mentioned at the onset of this story. Denise walked in and stood around with her friends, getting a drink, laughing, she actually looked like she was having a pretty good time. After a while the oddest thing happened, guys started walking up to her and her friends, but instead of asking her to dance, they asked her friends, staring at Denise all the while. Denise, man her name still conjures images of that dress. She was wearing one of those great 80's dresses where the sides have holes that show the skin and you could see she was wearing no underwear. She stood about 5'6", she looked like she weighed about 125-130, I would have guessed her measurements at about 36-22-36, maybe bustier, maybe a bit more in the hip area, but she looked so good. Her hair was very light brown, not quite blonde, but a shade short of it, her eyes looked to be a hazel or hazel-green and her skin was white like milk. God I loved the way she looked. Hell I think everyone at the ...