Today, I sit here at my waterfront condo at a comfortable touristy location. I love my early morning bike rides, I enjoy my leisure time tanning on the beach. At night, I enjoy my job, Im a dancer.
As I lay stretched out on the private rooftop of my condo, I enjoy the sun warming my bare exposed breast deep into my bones. I could lay here for hours and hours, but I know it will soon be time to get in the shower and get ready for work. I like my breasts. They aren' t real big, 38C, but they are natural and perky.
Fighting myself, I finally make my way up and begin gathering my things together. I take in the smells of salt air and a faint smell of hot dogs grilling from the boardwalk. The putter plane is flying over trailing an advertisement from Salo's pizza.
I make my way back downstairs to my condo. It's so quiet here. Has been in the three years I have lived here. Mr. MaCavoy, a retired Navy Officer retreats here when needing an inland break from his personal watercraft and a local bar owner in the other condo. I feel fortunate to have my quiet little nest, but sometimes do long for the simple laughter of a child to brighten my woeful days
It's not easy living the life I live and keeping a boyfriend. Im pretty, nice hair and great curves, and usually a pretty good head on my shoulders, but sometimes the small fact of my job can turn a man away quick. I started dancing back in high school. My parents were military. Pretty much gone, leaving me alone with a Godmother that just had too many issues of her own. I longed to be a dancer. I required more support than I received, so I searched for other places to accept me. I tried out in places, but never really had the funds to keep up with the required apparel, etc. so I let it go to the wayside.
Dreams pass and other things take the place of your needs, like bills. Ned, a dark, handsome, southern 'gentleman' as you would call his drippy drawl befriended me first, as far back as I recall in becoming a local dancer at "Thigh Highs."
He wasn't your typical pimp-skeezy jerk, but really someone who's outlook was it's all about making money, 'if you got talent, come work, make your money and don't let it be your life.'
I love him. He has looked after me in so many ways and never once made me uncomfortable, but he is a business man and has always made me aware that I have his heart and can take it anytime I choose. It's a situation I don't want to play with though. I like my job, it allows many luxuries in life but at times I know it's just not suitable for me to be what I am and bring a child in the world...and I long for a child and lover, partner, husband.
I remove my bikini bottoms and retie my robe as I hit play on my voice mail and drop the keys on my bar. Pull out a Lean Cuisine and pop it into the microwave. I hear my intercom buzzer and turn on my tv to see who it is at the security door. It's Ned. It's not unheard of for him to call me and for us to chat for hours about his relationship problems. It's not even weird for him to call me and say he is dropping by to hang out for a minute. He knows my work schedule, I wonder what it is he wants?
I let him up and tell him that it's unlocked to let himself in. I go sit down and dive into my nuked baked Chicken and Rice. He lightly taps on the door as he opens it. "Hey good lookin, what's going on." He smiles that handsome white toothed smile at me and comes over and kisses my head. "Just getting ready to head into work, but you already knew that boss man..."
He looks at me deviously with his brown eyes and full dark eyelashes and says, "I've been thinkin....Let's take my boat, head down to Hatteras, Just a long weekend trip."
"Awe Ned, you know I can't just call in like that. Who will take my place short notice like that?"
I responded thoughtfully. He looked at me with soft eyes and blinked, back to business, "Yeah, I know, you are right. You know you are better than that."
Im thinking, 'I know right? Your business, my body, but Im better than this.' He has never made me feel less than anything but a superstar. I know where I am, that I am a star. Ned used to watch me dance. Now he wont. He says it's makes him crazy. The other girls can do this and they look great, but he doesn't have feelings for them. I like to tease him. Not to be mean to him, but it's just our crazy relationship.
He leans back on the sofa and asks if I have some Iced Tea. I grab a glass and pour it and carry it to him. Even though he has seen me a million times naked, I still feel weird around him, even with my robe on. I tell him Im gonna go throw some clothes on as he takes a couple thirsty drinks and puts his glass down. He hollers back to my room, "It's okay, Im heading out anyways." I come back in the room and ask, "Why'd you stop in? Something on your mind?"
He looks at me straight faced and said to me, "No. Just in the area...Thought I would check up on ya." WHY??! He drives me crazy!! He sends so many mixed messages. I find him so attractive. Everytime I look at him I want him. Over the years, I have just kept this secret. I am hot for him. His brown skin and black hair. Perfect jawline and arms. Carved abs and legs of steel. I melt. I don't know the 'word' that it would take for me to 'get' him, but I think about him all the time. I live my life as if and I date as if...
He tells me that he is gonna be gone for the weekend but to take care, he hugs me and heads out the door. I head for the shower.
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The DiscJockey spins out the next song and the next act walks out on the catwalk. Whistles, hoots and chants are heard weaved out through the music. Fresh cigar permeates the air with baby oil and liquor. I await my turn. My sequined bustier and leather booty bottoms fit perfect on me with my stilletos adding more umph to my calves. My hair long and wide thick curls at the bottom all part of my catwoman idea for today's show.
My song, "Umbrella" by Rihanna is the latest for me to dance to. I hear the beat begin and I move my way out. I hear my regulars call my name, I see new faces, I see old faces, I hear the clapping, whistling, I see the hungry eyes as grab the pole.
Im at home, relaxing now in my warm claw foot tub full of bubbles and quiet. Always quiet! It's ok. It was a loud and really rambunctious group tonight, with a Navy ship just brought back to base. I love my soldiers and they are so eager after being away for a year or more to tip and just flatter me. I do need stroking here and there too sometimes.
A long day and I can't wait to lay in my nice firm bed and drift off to the open window and sound of the ocean crashes on the beach. Life has been good to me, yet another day...
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Saturday morning. Im up and ready for my jog along the beach. I am used to my normal 5 mile run. Early morning tourists out searching for seashells on the beach, other locals running with their dogs, Lifeguards setting up stations, vendors driving their kiosks to the boardwalk. Not a cloud in the sky, sun shining brightly, Im ready to take this day on, Im ready to dance tonight, Life is good. A brief flirt from a local jogger that has been paying me a little attention the last couple days and a smile back I head back to the condo to wash up.
"How's it going Shelby." the bell hop chimes at me, "Looks like another beautiful day today!"
"You are right about that Mr. Chisholm, another beautiful day!" He smiles at me, unknowing of my lifestyle and I would hate to break his Christian heart and tender blue eyes by telling him that I slide on poles for money. I don't know why I get down on myself over my lifestyle, but it's just a job. It's not in my 'head.' I wonder what Ned is up to. I wonder if he's on a date.
When I think of him, I get so turned on. I imagine what it would be like to have his naked body pressed against mine and to feel him inside me.
Im heading out to do a little shopping today. I need a new little outfit for my gig. I usually check out Desire's Haven first as they have some juicy stuff to choose from, although I shop mostly from catalogs for the unique ensembles. I was thinking just how peaceful it has been and that the world must be busy since my cell phone has not rang once, not so much as a text message, when an incoming call comes in.
"Hello there beautiful," comes a welcoming voice. "Hey Ned, what's new with you? You sure are cheerful these days, you got a love life I don't know about or something?" His quick witted charm comes back, "Just you. I got her on the phone, right where I want her." My heart just smiles, I feel loopy, goofy, high school giddiness when he lays on the charm. I can't resist him. I play him off and say back, "Yeah, you know where I am..." He goes right in with, "Where are you now?" I reply in my best seductive voice, "Where do you want me to be?" "Seriously Shel, are you around town?"
I straightened up by the tone of his voice and clearly said, "Im doing some shopping in town, are you alright?"
He cleared his throat and said, "Yes, Im great, really actually, for the first time in a long time, Im better than ever. But I really need you right now. I mean, I just, we I mean, can you come out with me so we can talk? I mean, take the night off, so we can...I just need just to be heard and you have always been my sounding board." I wasn't shocked he needed me, as it's always been our relationship, but for him to just need me at 'this very moment' knowing I need to work tonight, I just found it odd. "Sure Ned. Let me make some arrangements for work, I..." Ned interrupted, "Don't worry with that, I will take care of it. Just come meet me down at my boatslip, I will pick you up there."
I didn't really know how to take this. I kept on thinking this was involving a woman, the way he is acting lately. Is he keeping his love for another woman from me? Why should he or would he tell me. It's not like we are anything more than boss and employee, friends moreso lately. Is he having financial problems? Since I have known him he has always been a saavy business man and extremely smart with finances, owning several ocean front condominiums in several resort locations. I turned my car around, pumped gas into my Mercedez Compressor and headed back towards the Deluth's Marina where Ned docked.
It was 5 minutes from my condo and I never really realized why he docked there since his beautiful home was Fifteen minutes by water and had his own boathouse there. I parked and walked up to the pier where I could see him just pulling in. I walked up to where he was tying in and he put out his hand to help me step in. "Careful that you don't slip with your shoes," he grinned. I retorted, "I wasn't exactly prepared for a day out on the boat when you called me!"
I dropped my bag up by the Captain's chair and he shoved off. I can hardly call this a boat. To me, a boat is something I would say about going skiing. This was a yacht. Sleeps 12, beautifully decorated and in perfect taste, just as Ned would have it. "Wow, this is some boat, Ned! How long have you had this one?"
"Just a couple months. She's nice, eh? I haven't thought of a name for her yet, any ideas?" His brown eyes looked like grey steel underneath the blue skies reflecting the water. He smiled that million dollar smile and I grinned back, shrugging my shoulders like a school girl. I just didn't know what to say to him sometimes. I find myself trying to play it off on my feelings, and wonder if he sees through me. "You thirsty? I got some drinks down in the fridge and wine if you prefer..." he opened with, " ...You hungry?" Actually, I could eat. Where were we going and when was this talk gonna start?
"Sure, where ya takin' me?" I giggled. "Oh, a little spot, I have in mind." Lunch was the best, I had in months. Great company, laughs, nothing serious, just eating, a few glasses of wine and the catching eye glances. I was feeling a bit tipsy after the bottle of wine and we headed back to the yacht. As we started to pull out, I walked to him and with courage put my hand on his shoulder and he navigated the boat, "You know Ned, you look really handsome today. I know I don't usually tell you that, but you...." He turns to me and smiles this sheepish smile, eyes so deep, beautiful black hair flipping with the wind, "Shel, sit right here. I want to talk to you, but lemme get outta the dock so that these nice people can pull their boat in to eat." I felt goofy. Stupid!! I never act dumb around him. Oh just give me a little alcohol and my cool goes right out the window!! "Oh GOD, Ned, Im sorry. Im acting goofy!" I said out of embarrassment. "Shelby, it's alright," he laughed, "I just need to clear up this spot." The sun was beginning to set and the orange radiated off the water. What a gorgeous view I thought. I sat quietly, so that I couldn't say or do anything else stupid for a good ten minutes until he let off the throttle and the boat began to slow down to a stop in the middle of the water.
He moved to the cabin and brought up a bottle of wine with two wine glasses. "This is a special occasion for me, Shelby." He said as he popped the cork and poured a glass for me. I looked a little confused and said to him, "Okay? Is there something you need to share with me?" He looked at me with his perfect face and his eyes were serious, deep and looking through mine.
"Shelby, I know you and I have been close friends for some time now. I don't know where or when things happened, but you. I can't get YOU out of my head. You are what I think of day and night. When I go to bed, I wish that you were laying in the bed beside me so that I can make love to you. I want to know more about you. I want to share my life with you, have children with you....Stop me at anytime, If Im talking too much, you aren't responding Shelby."
My heart stopped. There it was. On the table. For me. No more games, no more wondering, here it is, in my lap. My head is swimming, my legs are weak, I tease men for a living!! This is just too surreal., N
"Hello? Shelby Burnam, are you in there?" In shock, I responded, "..I..I'm here. Yes, Im sorry...Im just a little..."
he interrupted as he got on a knee and opened up a small blue box, "Im this serious, Shelby, all my days will be spent making you feel the love you have always wanted, Im excited about being the man you have dreamt of having and the lover you crave. Please, be my wife, say yes. I will make you the happiest woman alive."
I sat there in shock, in awe, the remainder of wine from lunch was still buzzing through my body. My mind was racing -almost fast as my heart! "Shelby. Are you gonna say anything? Anything at all?" His sincere face was puzzled but humored. "Oh my, Ned. I just don't know what to say." "Say yes!" he exclaimed. "No, I mean, I just! Are you being for real?" I was just so confused! "
"Shelby! Im serious! It's you. I have thought this through." I just looked at him, "Yes! Yes!! I love you. I love you!" It was the first time that my eyes locked in on his and he grabbed me close. The evening was settling in perfectly and the full moon began to glow across the still waters. Ned gently caressed my cheek and moved in for a soft kiss. His tongue lightly touched my lips and I opened my mouth to welcome his sweet breath. His nervous hands moved down my back and back up to pull back my spaghetti strings to my sundress. As my dress began to slide down his hot lips kissed down my neck with his left hand on my left breast and began suckling on my nipple. I wanted him bad. I wanted him deep inside me now. His hands slid down my curvy hips and I grabbed his button to his dockers and tugged them down. I kissed his hard chest and licked down to his boxer line. I tore them of him and saw his beautiful hard cock. I grabbed it and put it in my mouth and began to suck him. His juices were so sweet they oozed down my throat. He picked me up and carried me to the bed and spread my legs open. He kissed my thighs all the way up to my clit. Teasing me, sliding his fingers deep inside my pussy while suckling my clit. I grabbed him close to me, I needed his hard cock in me.
