meeting someone new

sventwo

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Here's the storyline:
meeting someone new should be a slow buildup ... makes the passionate moments much more intent, don't you think? My guy would be a 40-year-old ex-hockey player who has recently retired and is walking the beach, sitting down to watch another sunset alone since he caught his now ex-wife with a teammate. He's beyond pissed and hurt, and while not out there desperately looking, he would like nothing more than to give his heart to a woman of character, and one he could laugh and flirt with.

Any takers? PM me first.
 
Anna was devastated she just caught her fiance with one of her brides maid. As soon She found she ran to the one place she knew that could make this blow a little better and that was the beach. She aS sitting in a heap with her wedding dress still on and just balling her eyes out. She didn't notice the man who was walking up to her.
 
Mike strolled along the beach, taking time to keep a lookout on yet another sunset that was probably 15 more minutes from touching the horizon before dipping into the sea. Looking ahead, he caught a glimpse of white. More like a woman balled up in white. Was that a wedding dress?

Walking closer he sensed she was in distress, a feeling he knew rather well having spent his share of lonely sunsets after discovering a cheating wife and divorcing her after 12 years of marriage to more on with his life. She was crying.

"Um, pardon me miss, or Mrs. I know it's none of my business, but it looks like you could use a friend to lean on. And judging by the tears and what you're wearing, it can't be good," he said, squatting down but keeping his distance a couple of feet away so as not to crowd her.

She looked up with her sweet blue eyes, her blonde hair that appeared to have been put up lay in disarray.
 
Anna looked up to find an older gentleman." Your right it's none of your business. I hate men. Today was suppose to be the happiest day of my life and he ruined it.plus why do you care I'm just some strange girl in a wedding dress looking pathetic." Anna tried to make her self some w hat presentable. She could only imagine what she looked like. Anna finally looked up at the man and almost gasped this man was so stunning she could hardly believe that he was talking to her. Anna assumed he was married and was just do this out of kindness
 
Whoah, now slow down honey. Seems like you're in a bit of a mess, here crying on the beach in a wedding dress and no groom in sight. And if it's any consolation I was right where you are not long ago. A wife that would rather be with my teammate and me crying and angry on this very beach. Here, let me help you up.

Mike reached out to her, but she tripped forward as she tried to stand, her face landing flush at his crotch, and when he tried to grab her arms to lift her one hand lightly grazed the side of her breast.

Um, sorry, that was a bit awkward, he told her. What he did not reveal was the sudden attraction to this beautiful blonde.
 
Anna felt sorry for the man he seemed like a decent guy. He was handsome. But she was still hurt to bad
Anna took the strangers hand but slipped and fell face first right I to his groin area she as hot right up but fell In to it again this time she slowly rose and stepped away from the man."Sorry about that this dress is so big it's hard to move in."
 
Here, let me walk you over to the sand dune. The sun is just about to set and we can just sit. Heck, you don't even have to talk to me, he chuckled, sending her a sexy smile. C'mon, take my hand. Me and that sunset have been there for each other on more than one heartbroken night. Just sit right here and watch it go down. Really, it can be very calming.
 
Anna was unsure b it she did it for some strange reason. She had to admit the sunset was beautiful so was he but she would never tell h I'm that. She looked at him and just studied his features. She loved his eyes as nd smile.
 
The sunset was near and Mike peered out at the horizon, all the while watching her out of the corner of his eyes. When she lifted her right hand to brush her blonde hair out of her face as she was doing her best to fight the wind, he stopped her. Reaching behind the back of her head, he twisted her hair in a bunch until quickly placing it in a ponytail (a little trick he learned years ago during his childhood with his sister).

"Ha, ha," Mike laughed, his eyes twinkling and the dimple on his left cheek showing. "You might not look like the perfectly made-up bride, but you sure look a lot more comfortable."

He had moved closer to her when he put her hair up in a ponytail and he stayed near. Their shoulders touched, but just barely. He wanted so bad to pull her into his arms. Oh sure, she was gorgeous with her sparking blue eyes, luscious blonde hair and ... the perfume she wore smelled so sweet. But he wanted to reassure her that all was well here on the beach and a beautiful sunset about to go down.
 
seriously, there isn't a horny jilted bride ready to make love to a hunk on the beach
 
Anna was stunned when he reached up to touch her hair. What the hell does he think he's doing, although she had to admit that the thought of being touched by the devilishly handsome older man with a smile that would break most women would probably be welcome under better circumstances.

"Oh," she said, amazed at how quickly he put her ponytail up. "Tell me you've had sisters or a mother with long hair that taught you that, because I can't imagine a strong man like you braiding your own pretty hair.

She laughed with him when he chuckled at the thought and before she knew it they were leaning into one another while sharing a good laugh. Until, that is, that she realized her situation was nothing to laugh about.

She didn't want to, but there was no controlling the tears that welled in her eyes at being jilted at the alter. She sobbed, lightly at first and harder when she felt a strong arm go around her shoulder and pull her close.
 
Mike pulled Anna in tight as her head dipped into his chest and the sobs got louder. She punched at his chest repeatedly, crying out why oh why had her fiance, the man who would be her husband, had stooped so low as to screw her bridesmaid.

"Some friend she was, that bitch," she sobbed, clinging to a man she knew was a total stranger, but whom she found such comfort in.

"Sshhh," Mike said, running his hand along the back of her head and reaching down with the bottom of his shirt to lift it up and wipe away her tears. "I know it may seem like your life is over, but you are so beautiful and full of passion that you don't even realize your life is just beginning. Look, look at the orange glow, how it's almost dipping down into the water. Watch it, my little blonde beauty, watch it and dream."
 
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