After reading your response the first thing I thought of was my college days, but I was pretty busy back then, working for the student newspaper, trying to be a high achiever, yet drinking and partying too much.
I was often lustful, checking out the girls as I walked on campus, but I was also really shy and so unsure of myself that it turned most girls off.
The fantasy that I settled on happened a few years after college around my 30th birthday. By this time I was married with my first child. We had just left a resort area where I worked in a restaurant.
We had moved to a small town because I wanted to work for a newspaper and get out of the restaurant industry.
I took on two internships at two small newspapers, one unpaid and one paid. Soon the paid internshiip turned into a job. I was new in the area, but somewhat of a celebrity and also "in the know." I talked with all the leaders and entrepreneurs in town. There were quite a few early career people around and lots of attractive, intelligent women, single or newly married.
My fantasy girl showed up during a typical club/organization meeting story.
We first met during a phone interview. She had called to ask me to cover a historical society meeting. I noticed she was not from the South. She was Canadian and also fairly new in town like myself.
From the beginning I knew this would be an inside page story, so I wasn't to concerned. The interview gave me some background information on the club and the meeting agenda. As with all phone interviews, I not only asked basic questions but assessed the interviewees intentions and developed a feel for the person I interviewed.
"She was sweet," I thought to myself after I hung up.
I covered a lot of topics since I worked for a small bi-weekly paper. My main beat was city council and government but I wrote an equal amount of features. This was just another story and I had seen and talked to quite a few attractive women in the course of my job. Looking back on it, I lusted about all of them at least a little. There was the historic preservation girl, very intelligent and almost "untouchable" to a guy like myself. Then there was the local activist girl with Red Cross, who was always upbeat, but I don't think either one of use were interested in each other. Then the girls in the office, one of which ended up having an affair with the managing editor. She was a yoga, hippie chick freak. One time she she stood up with her back to me and bent all the way over. She caught me looking at her as she peered at me through her legs.
I discovered internet webcams around this time. This was before the industry was in full force and regular people were chatting and showing themselves. I didn't do this often but sometimes I would stay up late bringing myself to the edge of orgasm over and over. I led a double life. My wife and I were having sex, but it was restrained and both of us were highly stressed, so we ended up avoiding sex many nights.
The meeting was at around 7 and it produced just enough substance and quotes to make a story. I noticed her throughout the meeting although she was not a speaker. After I talked to the club leader and guest speaker she approached identifying herself as the person I interviewed over the phone. We talked very briefly. Nervous and in a hurry to get back home to write the story, I left.
I thought about her that night. She seemed genuine and sweet. I realized she had a slight blush at times while we talked. She had a full body, not heavy, but with well-defined breasts and rear. She was maybe 2 years older than me but she had a tight, youthful body. She looked like a complete Italian, with dark, curly hair, and brown eyes.
A couple days after the meeting I found an envelope with a thank you card from her. I could smell her perfume on the card. Could she be flirting with me? She was innocent but also playful. I imagined her smile and eyes. Were those eyes flirting with me or was I just horny at the moment? I thought about her dark features and about her body squeezed against mine. I decided a thank you card was not that unusual even though this was my first.
I was often lustful, checking out the girls as I walked on campus, but I was also really shy and so unsure of myself that it turned most girls off.
The fantasy that I settled on happened a few years after college around my 30th birthday. By this time I was married with my first child. We had just left a resort area where I worked in a restaurant.
We had moved to a small town because I wanted to work for a newspaper and get out of the restaurant industry.
I took on two internships at two small newspapers, one unpaid and one paid. Soon the paid internshiip turned into a job. I was new in the area, but somewhat of a celebrity and also "in the know." I talked with all the leaders and entrepreneurs in town. There were quite a few early career people around and lots of attractive, intelligent women, single or newly married.
My fantasy girl showed up during a typical club/organization meeting story.
We first met during a phone interview. She had called to ask me to cover a historical society meeting. I noticed she was not from the South. She was Canadian and also fairly new in town like myself.
From the beginning I knew this would be an inside page story, so I wasn't to concerned. The interview gave me some background information on the club and the meeting agenda. As with all phone interviews, I not only asked basic questions but assessed the interviewees intentions and developed a feel for the person I interviewed.
"She was sweet," I thought to myself after I hung up.
I covered a lot of topics since I worked for a small bi-weekly paper. My main beat was city council and government but I wrote an equal amount of features. This was just another story and I had seen and talked to quite a few attractive women in the course of my job. Looking back on it, I lusted about all of them at least a little. There was the historic preservation girl, very intelligent and almost "untouchable" to a guy like myself. Then there was the local activist girl with Red Cross, who was always upbeat, but I don't think either one of use were interested in each other. Then the girls in the office, one of which ended up having an affair with the managing editor. She was a yoga, hippie chick freak. One time she she stood up with her back to me and bent all the way over. She caught me looking at her as she peered at me through her legs.
I discovered internet webcams around this time. This was before the industry was in full force and regular people were chatting and showing themselves. I didn't do this often but sometimes I would stay up late bringing myself to the edge of orgasm over and over. I led a double life. My wife and I were having sex, but it was restrained and both of us were highly stressed, so we ended up avoiding sex many nights.
The meeting was at around 7 and it produced just enough substance and quotes to make a story. I noticed her throughout the meeting although she was not a speaker. After I talked to the club leader and guest speaker she approached identifying herself as the person I interviewed over the phone. We talked very briefly. Nervous and in a hurry to get back home to write the story, I left.
I thought about her that night. She seemed genuine and sweet. I realized she had a slight blush at times while we talked. She had a full body, not heavy, but with well-defined breasts and rear. She was maybe 2 years older than me but she had a tight, youthful body. She looked like a complete Italian, with dark, curly hair, and brown eyes.
A couple days after the meeting I found an envelope with a thank you card from her. I could smell her perfume on the card. Could she be flirting with me? She was innocent but also playful. I imagined her smile and eyes. Were those eyes flirting with me or was I just horny at the moment? I thought about her dark features and about her body squeezed against mine. I decided a thank you card was not that unusual even though this was my first.
