Leila' s Love Story (engl.) - Sexgeschichten

Leila' s Love Story (engl.)

Leila had spent the morning cleaning her apartment. It was now nearly two weeks since she had first met David. She could hardly believe that she remembered the day she now thought of as "naked Friday" almost fondly. She still blushed occasionally when she thought of the six hours she had spent nude in public.

She reviewed the dates she had had with him since. The first date was Saturday evening, the very day after. He had taken her to the revolving restaurant on the tower. He had been wearing a suit, and she had worn a simple black dress. The view that evening had been spectacular. David had listened so attentively to her life story. That seemed pretentious, after all, he was so much older than her - old enough to be her father. He had a life story, she had just a chapter. But he had actually seemed to be interested in her experiences. He had not referred directly to the previous embarrassing day, but when they were looking out over the densest part of the city had quietly murmured to her to imagine all the millions of eyes in the city, all looking at her. She shivered as she recalled that moment. He had not touched her that night, not even the taxi ride home, except for a strong hug and a long sensuous kiss as he said goodnight at her door.

On Sunday he had taken her to brunch, at a local motel, rather than a fancy hotel restaurant. They had gorged themselves on the wide selection of goodies. They were dressed more casually that day. She had decided to wear her oldest ...

... jeans and a fairly light white T-shirt; the jeans were now about 2 sizes too small, and she had to struggle to get them on that morning. She was ready when he rang the bell, but only because he had been late. (He had explained that he had looked up the Saturday service time-table, not the Sunday, and had therefore started too late and missed a transfer.) She had worn a tight white T-shirt with the jeans - her friend at college had said that the outfit looked like it was painted on. Damn it, she would not suffer through another date without being touched. His good-bye hug had been so sensual last night; but one hug and a kiss was not enough.

When David had arrived, he also had been wearing jeans and a T-shirt for some science fiction convention, but with an open Hawaiian shirt worn over it like a light jacket. Science fiction? She was falling for an nerd - old and a nerd. She started to giggle, but his arms surrounded her as he repeated last night's kiss. She sighed as her insides melted and just let herself float into his mouth.

His hellos and good-byes were terrific; if she could only raise the heat during the time between them. She locked her door, and they headed off for the bus, arms around each other. She felt terrific, but nervous. "Aloha!", she muttered as they reached the bus stop, and started to laugh uncontrollably. He looked at her, obviously puzzled, and when she managed to catch her breath she explained. "I was thinking that terrific kiss hello was almost ...