I am sure we all think about it, wonder ... and fantasize. But most of the time, that's all it ever ends up being. Circumstance, distance, and improbability never bear fruition, especially in this instance.
Dara was indeed all that. I had in fact stumbled across her web page. Browsing the Internet as it were, and saw something I found particularly alluring, sexy and provocative. As most were doing, we chatted. I enjoyed looking at the photos she posted. There was something about her, a unique underlying sensuality that belied her somewhat shy, still reserved naiveté. And yet ... though claiming to have little experience in certain areas, she exuded this almost animalistic excitement and arousal. Certainly for me she did.
Slowly over time, we got to know one another better. And indeed, it was refreshing to learn and discover, she really was the person she claimed to be. Not in the sense of trying to pretend to be someone else, simply that what you saw ... was what you get. And that ... was Dara with a capital D.
But ... like I said in the beginning. Sometimes fantasies are just that, and so remain ... fantasies.
And then fate perhaps, decreed otherwise. Much to my delight.
I had long been interested of course in learning more about my own Native American heritage and culture. And as such, I had also taken interest in even more ancient cultures and societies whose roots had similar ties and backgrounds. Thus invited to go on a quick trip to learn more about one of those in particular, I had mentioned it to Dara, told her where I was going ... and when.
"You're kidding me!" She'd exclaimed. "That's not far from where I live, not far at all. "You'll be here when?" She asked excitedly, making me realize as she said that, that there was a very real probability of at least seeing her, meeting her ... in the flesh so to speak. Not that I had any hopes mind you. After all, I was easily twice her age. But we had gotten to know one another well enough to become comfortable conversation wise. And even intimate in a sense in some of the things we'd discussed, talked about ... not to mention looking at her intimate gorgeous photos.
I told her again when it would be, and where I'd be staying for the first couple of days before heading inland, into the real actual wilderness where we'd be doing some in depth research and excavation.
"I know where that is," she actually laughed delightedly. "I would love meeting you," she then added.
"I would love meeting you too," I responded back just as excited as she was, though again not making assumptions, or believing that anything more than a warm friendly greeting of some sort would occur upon actually meeting her in person.
"How about we meet in the lobby at the hotel?" I suggested hopefully. "Perhaps we can have a drink, even dinner," I added to that, surprised and pleased when she excitedly accepted. The days couldn't pass quick enough before my flight left. And admittedly, I was nervous as I sat in the lobby of the hotel, waiting for her, not sure of what to really expect when she arrived. If in fact she did, perhaps changing her mind, reconsidering. After all, in a way, I was a stranger to her as well. Typing notes, corresponding, sharing a few pictures and photos was one thing. Actually meeting one another, was something else entirely.
I sat watching, looking at everyone who came in through the doors of the hotel. And even though you have a pretty good idea of how someone looks, (especially as I'd seen her photos, and she mine) it's entirely different when you meet them face to face. And yet, when she entered, looking about briefly, I knew without any doubt, it was Dara who was now standing there.
She was sexy as hell too. Wearing a tight pair of form fitting jeans, a white peasant blouse worn just off the shoulder. Her dark just off the shoulder length hair framed her beautiful face with those full perky lips, and the smile that suddenly exploded across her face upon seeing me. I stood, grinning from ear to ear perhaps as she recognized me, quickly walking over. There was a moment of brief awkwardness as I extended my hand, and though taking it, she surprised me, leaning in closer, drawing me towards her with a quick brief hug and kiss in greeting instead.
"You're here," she said simply.
"Indeed ... I am. And so are you."
We sat down to enjoy a drink together, chatting, getting to know one another even better until our dinner arrived. We continued on after that, laughing, sharing thoughts and ideas, getting more and more comfortable with one another until we could no longer avoid the inevitable. Dinner was finished.
I wasn't sure how she'd react, not meaning to suggest anything necessarily, though the implication itself might do so. But I had to say something, we couldn't very well just continued to stand there in lobby grinning at one another.
"Would you care to come up to the room? Have another drink maybe?" I asked.
"I'd like that, yes." She informed me, and then surprised me, taking my hand in hers as I led her over towards the elevators.
"They booked me a really nice room for the night," I told her. "Maybe ... because where we're going, there won't be as nice of accommodations," I laughed, punching the top floor suite that was waiting for us.
"Wow, a suite huh?" She said realizing.
"Yeah, and it's even got a Jacuzzi, right there in the bedroom too," I added, and just as quickly realizing how that must have sounded.
"Sounds nice," she said smiling, not at all taken aback by the supposed or implied suggestion which I hadn't meant to make, though her response back to me hadn't implied or really suggested anything either.
I opened the door, letting her go in first. A nice sized sitting room ahead, a well stocked bar off to one side. The enormous bedroom, and Jacuzzi down a short hallway.
"Make yourself comfortable while I fix us something to drink," I said walking over towards the bar, selecting something I thought she might like. I turned after pouring us both one, and nearly dropped them. She had removed her peasant blouse. As I had suspected, but not yet confirmed, she hadn't been wearing a bra beneath it.
It's not like she had great big tits either, because they weren't. But what they were ... were perfect. Full, perky ... nicely rounded with just a hint of a supple point to them. Each capped by exquisite light brown nipples, about the size of a silver dollar. Maybe it was the air conditioning in the room perhaps, though I immediately hoped it was for other reasons, that they were erotically hard, nipples crinkled as she stood there.
"Ok to take our drinks into the Jacuzzi?" She asked. I couldn't get out of my own clothes fast enough.
Following Dara back into the bedroom, we both then finished removing the rest of our clothing, each of us, watching ... looking at the other as we did so, almost wordlessly. It was a very erotic moment, just doing that. Each of us shy in a way, still reserved, though I had a million thoughts racing around inside my head as we stepped down into the bubbling churning hot water.
"Do you know what Dara means in my language?" She asked as she settled down inside the tub, sitting just across from me as we both sipped on our drinks again, looking at one another.
"No ... what?"
"It means ... virgin," she smiled. "Which I still am."
I wasn't sure what she was telling me in that necessarily, maybe just informing me that since she was ... I wasn't to be getting any ideas, even with her sitting here naked in front of me, though unfortunately, those sweet looking tits of hers were currently beneath the bubbling surface of the water. I had known in prior conversations that she did have limited experience in some areas, for whatever reason. And yet, her uninhibited approach at discussions, pleasures, as I knew from much of that, she thoroughly enjoyed masturbation, and I had enjoyed watching her doing that. Very much so. It was one of those very intimate, personal things about her, that she had in fact shared, enjoyed sharing. So it wasn't as though she didn't have desires, wants or needs. She most certainly did. And I had been privileged to have witnessed that. I was hoping in a sense, that at the very least, I would see her do so again ... perhaps later if nothing else. Besides her magnificent breasts, she had a very, very alluring pussy too. Shaved, sweet and sexy looking ... and yes in a way, almost innocent looking as well. No surprise there, especially if she truly was still a virgin, just as she'd now told me she was.
She laughed, perhaps seeing the expression on my face. "Don't get me wrong. I'm not exactly saving it for anyone in particular, or for anything special. It's just that the right guy hasn't come along just yet. I want my first time to be special. To mean something. And I want it to be with someone who knows what they're doing, who will take their time with me. After all, I am still nervous about losing it, what it will feel like while we are, and then of course ... afterwards."
"I totally understand," I said reassuring her. "You should wait for that, I think every woman should. When it's time, then it's time ... and not until then."
"Glad to hear you say that Rick, because ... it's time."
Obviously I was flabbergasted, that she had chosen me to be the one to deflower her. And yet she had.
.... There is more of this story ...