The Lady Inside by loyalsock - Sex Stories

The Lady Inside by loyalsock

I looked at the sinuous curves of her body. The long legs, the curling hair. She was built like my fantasy, every inch of her in pale ivory and inky black. Her pumps hugged the delicate curve of her feet—the arch and the heel. Her dress matched in deep crimson and swung light and silky around her narrow hips and broad back. I stared, unsure if what I was seeing was real or just Hollywood smoke and mirrors. When she turned to me and smiled—lovely white teeth glistening behind her red, red lips—I almost fell backward. I was beginning to think she was a mirage brought on by the heat of the Mexican sun or the parasites in the Mexican water. &#034Hi, Daddy,&#034 she said in a rich alto. She waved with her fingers and winked. I couldn't not speak to her then. &#034Anna Marie Clemton,&#034 she said as I approached. &#034David St. John.&#034 She looked at me so sweetly I thought for sure I was imagining it. My vacation was full of such imaginings. I had imagined that I could drink more than four beers without getting d***k, for instance. Something I'd never once accomplished in my life. I imagined that a stolen credit card was no big deal. The credit companies require a signature. I imagined that my girlfriend was only &#034talking&#034 with my best friend in his motel room while I was alone watching re-runs of Lucy and wondering when I'd see her again. Surely, I was imagining this gorgeous woman with the soft Georgia accent smiling and winking at me like I was a prize. &#034I saw ...

... you looking at me,&#034 she said like a kitten. &#034Do you like what you see?&#034 I didn't know how to answer that without turning bright, beet red. &#034Umm...yeah. You look really great. Wannahangoutsometime?&#034 I blurted out. She giggled. &#034Let's go to La Casa Del Marcos and get a bite to eat then you can tell me all about what you see.&#034 I loved this woman. We walked there, side-by-side in the August heat of Cabo San Lucas. The streets glittered with the heat and the sun. Somehow, she wasn't sweating. God knows how she wasn't sweating. Maybe her sweat was just so beautiful that I couldn't see it properly. She glanced at me and talked about the city, her trip, and her friends back in Atlanta. She was a great socializer but she needed to get away from them now and then to really be herself, alone. &#034And you? What kind of trip are you on?&#034 &#034Last-chance-before-the-fall-semester trip,&#034 I said. &#034Me and my best friend, my girlfriend, and a few others came out for one last party. The best parties are in Mexico.&#034 I was lying. Hiding my awful trip and the hollow ringing sound that filled my ears nowadays. My return ticket to Seattle wasn't due for another week and I was desperate to kill that time as quickly as possible. I think she might have known. She just said hmmmm and looked thoughtfully at me. &#034Here we are!&#034 I hadn't noticed, so engrossed was I in our diverting conversation, but we were already there. La Casa Del Marcos is a huge, ...