Meeting Memphis-pt 2 ~Confessions at the Waterhole - Sex Stories

Meeting Memphis-pt 2 ~Confessions at the Waterhole

... what it was, but, from the first time I saw her, I knew she needed to be in my life. The sun was at that point of the early evening, when it starts to cast different colors and shadows on everything.

She was just glowing in a golden hue. I asked her, "What is it? What's different about you? I mean other than the obvious. But you seem like a different person than the one I met this morning." "Do I? I feel different. I mean, everything we did today? I think it's made me more confident, bolder. I'll be honest, I never thought I'd be able to do, or possibly even want to do, most of what we did today. I've been listening to these locker room sluts talk about stuff like this for years. And after what I, sorry we, after what we did today... I'm starting to think most of their stories were bullshit. I don't think any of them have done half of what they claim they've done. I know none of them have ever shared an emotional connection like we did today. Truthfully? I'm kind of mad at myself, that I ever let a minute of envy or jealousy over them live in my head. So am I different than I was this morning? Am I ok? Well, I'm completely at ease with what I, we, did. And I'm most definitely ok, feeling, thinking and talking the way I am. I mean I just offered myself to you for dessert! If somebody would have mentioned that to me last week I would have been mortified. I would have blushed for 4 hours and not talked to anyone for 2 days.

And now all I can think about is, taking you to ...

... that waterhole and hoping no one else is there, so we can pick up where we left off at Graceland." I was so happy for her. "Wow! Well good, I like the bolder you. I like a girl who's not afraid to speak up. Not afraid to say if she wants double stuffed Oreos or Chips Ahoy or whatever she desires sexually." She said, "OK, just so you know.... it's ALWAYS going to be Double Stuff! And yeah, it's you I'm desiring. For as long as I can have you. I don't want this to stop. I don't want to think about the tomorrow where I have to wake up without you in my life. So come on! Let's go find that waterhole!"

And off we went. Other than the occasional direction it was a pretty quiet drive. I guess we both had a lot on our minds with the serious turn of the conversation while in the restaurant. She broke the deafening silence by asking if it was okay if she scooched closer to me. I told her I'd love to have her move over, but she'd have to sit with her left leg bent in front of her on the seat, because of the gearshift being in the way.

She happily replied "I don't have a problem with that at all." With an adorable smirk on her face she leaned forward, pulling her dress out from under her butt. She rolled the hem up to her waist and scooched next to me. Settling in with her left leg bent up on the seat in front of her. I looked down at her exposed nakedness and smiled. With my hand on her knee I said, "See, this is what I was talking about, this new found confidence." She grabbed my ...