Meeting Memphis-pt1 ~ A Girl and Graceland - Sex Stories

Meeting Memphis-pt1 ~ A Girl and Graceland

... the floor. I hope he doesn't mind that I squirt, I hope he doesn't think it's pee. The guys in the pornos I watch, always seem to like it. Even though sometimes I know those girls are peeing. But even then, they don't seem to mind. Pfft I don't mind! Unless it's yellow or stinky! Yuck! I don't like that! Oh my gosh, I have to go! I do a quick check in the mirror, run my fingers through my hair. (And with a shrug of the shoulders) Yup! That's the best I can do with what I got! And I went out to find him.

I didn't have to look for him, he was waiting for me right outside the door, smiling. I like his kind smile and I love the way he looks at me. As if his eyes were engulfing me and seeing every part of my body. It was like he could make love to me, with just his eyes. The thought of that sent tingles through my entire body. He asked if I was OK and made a joke about getting ready to send a search and rescue in after me. I said, "No silly I'm good." and reached out for his hand, "Come on, there's more to see." We went down the hallway of movie posters and into the room that contained many of Elvis' costumes, including the clothes he and Priscilla got married in.

He was squatting down looking at some of the artifacts and pictures that were closer to the floor. I barely heard him say, "She was so pretty." while looking at a picture of Priscilla. He wasn't really saying it to me. I think he was just saying it to himself, probably surprised he actually said it out loud. But ...

... the words really hit me. After thinking about it a bit I got bold and asked, "Do you think I'm pretty?" He was leaning over a display case and kinda grunted, "Huh?" I caught him off guard as he was focused on Elvis' jumpsuit collection. But after a second, he looks up at me, right in my eyes and says, "I think you are absolutely beautiful." And smiles, before going back to the sequins and capes. I'm staring at him and I'm thinking. Another minute later I say, "Yeah, but you said Priscilla was pretty. Do you think 'I'm' pretty?" He's still leaned over the display case, so he kinda cocks his head up to look up at me, puzzled he says, "I don't think I know the difference between the two." Staring up at me, staring down at him, he stands and says, "OK, I can see that isn't gonna fly. Give me a minute to think about this."

He closes his eyes and tilts his head back, as if he's able to reach into the universe's mind for the answer. "Ok" he says, gathering his thoughts while looking into my eyes. He's very serious, it's very sexy! "You... (he points at me and pauses for dramatic effect) I've met. I now know you, a bit. I've talked to you, I see you! Not just see you with my eyes, but I'm starting to see... you! I see YOU as a whole, your looks, your mind, your personality, your morals... your consciousness. Her... (pointing to the picture of Priscilla) her I just see a photograph. And she's pretty in it. Then, she was pretty, then. But this picture... this is really all I know ...