"The truth is rarely pure and never simple." - Sex Stories

"The truth is rarely pure and never simple."

... I'm looking for an head over. A young man, dressed in white and with slicked back hair, appears at my elbow. I whisper a few instructions before taking my seat. He nods and turns on his heel, returning momentarily with a scotch and soda. I know this is a cocktail bar, but I'm a purist, I don't like mixed drinks. As I sip, I see at least two women turn their heads, so I don't catch them staring. I'm used to having people's attention, but usually only when I want or need it. Today, I get it regardless. It doesn't bother me though. If they want to look, let them. I've got more important things on my mind. I'm thinking about you. I pull up my cuff and glance at the time. I've finished my drink and I'm contemplating another. When I look up, I see you enter the bar. If I caused a stir when I came in, it is as nothing compared to the reaction your appearance gets. An audible silence spreads through the room in a wave. Heads turn, jaws drop, even the pianist at the white baby grand misses a few notes. The effect is as if a celebrity, a superstar, had arrived unexpectedly. You look ravishing. To me, you always do, but tonight you have that little something extra. Your makeup is light and simple. Highlighting your natural beauty, allowing it to shine through, not concealing or faking anything. Skin, flawless. Eyes, shining. Hair, opulent. Lips, smiling. Your statuesque figure is encased in obsidian silk. A little black dress, by Givenchy. It flows with you sumptuous curves and exposes ...

... just the right amount of skin to be provocative, without being lewd or raunchy. Bare from just above the knee, sleeveless, with the back cutaway. Hebert never made Audrey Hepburn look this stunning. You carry yourself with the just the right balance of confidence and coyness. You are that rarest of rare things these days, a perfect lady. Without even trying, you own the room. An incredible achievement for one so young, yet you seem not to notice. Your eyes lock with mine and you walk directly towards me, paying no attention to the other eyes following your every step. I stand to meet you. Taking both your hands in mine, I pull you towards me, pull you into me and kiss you deeply. A few eyebrows raise in acknowledgement of our age difference. I am, after all, approximately twice your age. My face bears the evidence of years and experience, while yours is youthful, pure and still innocent. I'm just a dirty old man, corrupting a sweet, simple girl, young enough to be my daughter. We pay no heed to their judgement. As I place you in a chair, I call to mind a verse from Shelly: "Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine?" Why not, indeed? There may be a thousand good reasons, but at this moment, sitting across the table from you, I can't think of a single one. Nor do I want to. Our waiter arrives with a bottle Dom Pérignon on ice and two glasses. We smile at each other and stifle laughter at the elaborate ritual ...