Distant Myles

by Mae, Mandee

  After drying myself off and putting on a nice lingerie set, I dry my hair. Since my hair is very long and thick, it takes a long time to dry and I don’t have a minute to spare.

  Finally deciding what to wear, I slip on a nice black dress. It hugs my body and shows off my curves and my favorite asset — my breasts. Since I have them, I might as well show them off. My breasts are the only thing that give me the slightest amount of confidence. Jamie doesn’t have that problem. She could walk around in a potato sack and look good.

  Walking out of my room, I head towards the kitchen to grab a drink before Caleb and Myles get here. There have been some things I’ve wanted to talk to Jamie about, but seeing the way she is smiling, I don’t think tonight is going to be the night.

  I love my job as a traveling nurse and the people I work with, but I have been feeling like something is missing in my life. Now I just need to find out what it is. I would love to find someone to settle down with. Who knows, I might find what I am looking for here in Galveston.

  There was a lot of eye candy while we were out on our walk! You never know…it could happen tonight. I’m not expecting anything, but I do want to have some fun.

  At seven on the dot, there is a knock at the door. Jamie goes to greet Caleb then he introduces her to Myles. Before I even get into the living room to meet Myles, I can tell this is going to get interesting. Just hearing his laugh makes me tingle — it’s a feeling I haven’t had in a long time and I haven’t even met the guy. Running my hands down the front of my dress to keep my nerves at bay, I gather what little strength I have left and walk into the living room.

  “Amelia, it’s nice to see you again. I would like you to meet Myles. Myles this is Amelia,” Caleb says with a big smile on his face.

  I walk over to greet Myles and offer my hand. Instead of shaking it, he brings it up to his mouth and kisses my hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Amelia. You look lovely.” There’s no way in hell I can hide the blush that I feel on my face, heading down my neck. All I can do is stare. I look my fill, from his head to his toes and back again. He has beautiful brown eyes and dark brown hair. Jamie, bumping my elbow, is the only thing that gets my attention. I turn my head to see what she wants, still holding Myles’ hand, and all she does is laugh. Realizing that we still have not separated, I instantly drop his hand and look back at him.

  He is just looking at me like he could eat me alive and right now I just might let him. Jamie and I step away to grab our purses and find them waiting patiently by the door for us to return.

  “Ready,” I ask looking at Myles. Man, he is good looking. “Yes. Let’s go eat,” Myles says as he opened the door. He puts his hand on the small of my back and leads me to his car. Instantly, I feel heat. It takes over my body and when he removes his hand, I suddenly feel cold.

  Like a true gentlemen, he opens my door and waits until I am comfortably seated before he shuts it and walks around to his side.

  Thinking that Jamie and Caleb will be joining us, I am a little surprised when Myles starts the car. He must have noticed the look on my face because he asks; “We are taking separate cars to the restaurant, if that is okay with you?” With a weak smile, all I can do is nod. I‘m not sure how I feel about being alone in a car with a man I had only just met.

  Chapter Four

  Amelia

  Making small talk on our way to the restaurant, we ask each other the normal first date questions. When I hear the sound of him turning off the car, I realize we’ve arrived at the restaurant.

  “Just sit tight,” Myles says as he gets out of the car and makes his way around to my side and opens the door for me. He offers me a hand and helps me out of the car.

  “Thank you.”

  I notice his eyes are roaming up and down my body. He briefly stops at my breasts, lingering before he looks back up to my eyes. A slow smile spreads across his face when he realizes he was caught staring at me.

  Caleb and Jamie head our way as Myles threads his fingers with mine to lead us to the restaurant. Hearing him gasp when he does it gets my attention. Does he feel it too? I have never had this reaction to a man, let alone someone I have only known for half an hour. I never even had this reaction to Steve.

  Once inside, we are immediately seated at a romantic table for four with a Gulf view. We order our drinks and appetizers. Once the waitress returns with our drinks, we place the rest of our order and resume our conversation.

  While taking a sip of my wine, I glance at Jamie just in time to see her look at me. She winks and smiles, then takes a drink of her wine. Jamie looks so confident sitting there. Her hair is perfect. Makeup…perfect. Dress…perfect. She looks hot. Judging by the way Caleb is watching her, I am sure he agrees.

  Myles rubs his thigh against mine and captures my attention. He’s easy to talk to and we learn a lot about one another. He is not originally from Texas, but his family moved here when he was 15. Starting over in a large high school wasn’t very easy since he was from a small town in North Carolina. Growing up in IL, I tell him I’m all too familiar with small schools. He is an independent accountant, going where he is needed. Kind of like Jamie and myself.

  When our food is brought to us, it doesn’t slow down any of the conversation. The more I learn about Myles, the more I like. Probably more than I should. He flirts in little ways throughout dinner, which makes my heart skip. He leans over and whispers in my ear how beautiful I look, brings my hand up to kiss it, or slides his hand under the table to rub my knee. Just the feel of his hand on my skin makes me heat up. What is with me tonight?

  All the while, Jamie is flirting with Caleb to no end and he is eating it up.

  Jamie and I hardly acknowledge each other throughout dinner.

  After we finish our entrees, we order coffee and dessert. To my surprise, Myles offers me a bite of cheesecake from his fork. Not being used to having someone feed me, this feels a little intimate. Once we make eye contact, it’s like I can see into his soul. He is looking at me like no one else has; it's almost like he can see the real me. I don’t want to break this spell, but I have to look away to break this hold he has on me.

  Once Myles pays for dinner we walk back out to the car. His hand goes to the small of my back and instantly the heat is there again.

  Once we are by the car, Jamie comes up and tells me that she and Caleb are going to go

  clubbing and asks if we want to go. Glancing over to Myles for my answer, I turn back to Jamie and tell her that we will pass and will see her later. Jamie nods and says, “Okay, but don’t wait up!” All I can do is laugh as I turn to get into Myles’ car.

  Once we are in the car, Myles reaches for my hand and says, “I would like to take you back to my place, but if you’re not comfortable with that we can go back to your house.”

  “For some strange reason, I feel like I can trust you. We can go to your place.”

  As he’s driving toward his house, I grow a little nervous. He must sense this because he says, “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. I just want to spend some more time with you.”

  I reach over to grab his hand. “That sounds nice,” and I’m instantly put at ease.

  Chapter Five

  Amelia

  About 30 minutes later, we arrive at his house. As he pulls the car into the garage, I know I should be getting nervous, but I’m not. Oddly enough, this feels natural. He shuts off the car and gets out, then comes around to help me out of the car. We make our way to his door and as he steps around me to open it, gesturing for me to step inside.

  “Myles, do you mind if I take off my shoes?”

  “No, go right ahead Amelia. Please, make yourself at home.”

  “Would you like something to drink?” He asks me, while reaching into a cabinet and pulling out two wine glasses. “Yes, wine would be great. Thank you.”

  Myles pours the wine then after handing me my glass, he laces his hand with mine. Feeling the warmth again, I just look at him. “Would
you like a tour?” he asks.

  He takes me on a tour of his house, showing me the living room, dining room, two bathrooms, three bedrooms, the master bedroom — complete with a huge king size bed, and finally the bathroom, that has a shower large enough that for five people.

  We make our way back around to the kitchen and head through a set of sliding doors. He reaches to flip another switch and the deck is brought to life. Off to the left is a Jacuzzi, which just seems to have come to life all on its own. On the right is a very large patio set. Dim lights twinkle everywhere, giving off a romantic feeling.

  I let go of his hand and walk further onto the deck. It is a lot larger that I first thought, because right in front of me is an infinity pool. I wonder if it’s heated? I can feel his eyes on me as I walk around. The heat from his stare warms my body.

  “The pool is heated,” he said, reading my mind again. Walking towards him, he watches my every move with hooded eyes, like he is on the prowl. “It may be heated, but I didn’t bring my suit,” I tease.

  He smiles and winks as my heart stops. “Who says we have to have suits,” he asks, while pulling me into him. I rest my hands on his forearms and just look at him. He wraps his arms around me, leaning his face into my neck. I tilt my head to the side to allow him better access. I hear him take a deep breath.

  “God, you smell so good,” he says while running his left hand up my arm, then up past my shoulder to run his fingers in my hair. His right arm is still wrapped around me, while his hand rests at the small of my back. He tightens his grip in my hair, which sends tingles straight down my body. Zing! Direct hit to my pussy. I am getting wetter by the minute and he has barely even touched me. The closer he pulls me to him, the more I can feel his erection pressing into me. He is just as turned on as I am.

  Myles brings his head back up, kissing along my jawline. Slowly, so very slowly, he makes his way to my mouth. I part my lips slightly as an invitation. He just barely brushes his lips across mine. Opening my eyes, I notice he is staring at me with this carnal look in his eyes. He leans down again, brushing his lips across mine once again; his tongue barely skims across my bottom lip. I inhale quickly, trying to catch my breath. My breaths have picked up, my nipples have hardened to an almost painful point. Lifting his head up just a little, to look into my eyes again, he licks his lips. I look into his eyes, look at his lips then back to his eyes. This time I take the lead and lean into him with a soft kiss, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth, biting it just a little. He growls and tightens his hold on my hair, angling my head so he has better access. He sweeps his tongue into my mouth and the battle is on. I have never in my life been kissed like this. It is consuming me and I don’t want it to stop, but we break apart to catch our breath. He leans his forehead against mine. My chest is rising and falling so fast, I’m really not sure if I can breathe anymore. Keeping my eyes closed, I try and get my bearings.

  “God, Myles. Wow! Um, do you mind if we sit down. I don’t think my legs are going to hold out much longer?”

  He slowly rubs the back of his fingers along my cheek and says “Sure, let’s go sit on the couch and we can talk. Would you like some more wine?” Releasing me, he heads back inside to refill our glasses and I go over to sit on the couch I just discovered was out here.

  “Yes, please.” What the hell am I doing? I don’t do this. Even though Myles seems different, I don’t go out and fuck some guy I just met. But, the way I am feeling right now, I could rip off his clothes and fuck him right here. My panties are soaked. This is so unlike me. But, man can he kiss.

  Myles returns with our wine glasses refilled and sits down next to me. After handing me my glass, he reaches for my hand and laces our fingers together.

  “Myles, I have to be honest with you. I don’t usually do this. I tend to be a little more reserved, but for some reason with you, I want to be anything but reserved.” I’m not able to look him in the eyes as I say this. I’m a little embarrassed by what just happened, even though it was just a kiss — A very hot kiss.

  “Amelia, look at me,” he says while leaning in so his face is just an inch away from mine. “That kiss was amazing, but I am not going to push you to do something you don’t want to do. From what I have learned about you this evening, I believe you when you say this is not the norm for you. You are beautiful and I can tell you wear your heart on your sleeve. But let me be honest with you. I can smell how turned on you are. I bet you are dripping wet for me right now. I would love nothing more than to take you inside and fuck you. Burying myself deep inside your hot pussy is all I can think about right now.”

  Well, when he puts it that way, it does sound rather nice. I bet he could do a number on me too.

  “Myles, um, I’m not really sure what to say to that.” I have to laugh a little, trying to calm my nerves. I quickly drain my glass of its wine and sit the glass down. A little liquid courage never hurt anyone, right? I don’t know what to do next, so I just sit there and stare at him, hoping he will make the next move.

  I don’t have too wait long.

  Myles sits his glass down on the table and turns his attention back to me. I look down at my hands and they are shaking. Why are my hands shaking? Right…I am nervous as shit. That’s why my hands are shaking. It has been three years since I have had sex. I know a long time. I just didn’t feel the need. Unlike now, I really feel the need.

  “Amelia, relax. If this gets too uncomfortable and you want to stop, just say stop and we stop.” Myles says this as if he is reading my mind, which at this point he probably is. The fact that it’s been three years since I have been with someone was somehow brought into our conversation tonight. I thought he was going to choke on his food when that little bit of information slipped from my mouth. I didn’t intend on telling him it had been that long, but it happened. So, at least now he knows that I am not that experienced.

  Myles stands up still holding my hand, waiting for me to do the same. I slowly stand up and we make our way inside. He leads me through the kitchen towards the stairs. Even though he has ahold of my hand, he looks back over his shoulder to make sure I am still with him.

  All I can do is smile at him, and he smiles back with a smile that has my panties disintegrating. For some strange reason, all my nerves leave right then and I feel completely at ease. Weird.

  Finally walking beside him, we make our way up the stairs. Once we reach the top, we pass a couple of closed doors, then the next is his room. He opens the door and walks in. I follow and he shuts the door and turns on a bedside lamp, which gives his room a nice romantic glow.

  Because my feet are suddenly stuck like glue to the floor, he has to walk toward me. “Amelia, I want you to know that I just don’t bring women back to the house. I don’t talk about my past relationships to readily, and I never bring women home with me. Only you.”

  The next thing I know I am being backed up against the wall. His hands are on either side of me, pinning me in so I can’t go anywhere. His lips are on mine in only a matter of seconds. The kiss is once again consuming. Our teeth are clashing. Pushing his tongue in my mouth, I greedily accept and begin sucking on it. That in turn earns me another growl. Score one for me. I do it again. Taking a step forward, he places his leg in between mine and it’s like my hips have a mind of their own. They start moving, grinding against his leg, trying to get friction where I need it most. I can feel his erection pressing into my hip. My clit is throbbing with need; I am so wet, I feel my juices running down my leg.

  He moves his hands from the wall into my hair. He grips hard, angling my head so he can control the kiss. I reach up with both hands, cupping his face briefly then moving them up towards his head to get a hand full of hair, holding him to me. Are breaths are ragged as he tries to slow the kiss down. Working his way across my jaw towards my neck, he nuzzles into me. “God. You smell so good. I bet you’ll taste just as good — if not better.”

  “Oh, God,” I say as he lightly places kisses on the left side of my neck,
while he releases his right hand from my hair. He brings his hand down my neck, over my shoulder and down my arm. Reaching behind me, he runs his hand across my ass and squeezes tight, pulling me further into him. God, this feels good. I have never been this consumed of passion. I feel like my legs are turning to jelly and I don’t know how much longer I can stand.

  Breaking the kiss, Myles takes a step back. Both of our chests are heaving, trying to catch our breath. He reaches for my hand and pulls me towards the bed. He doesn’t take his eyes of me and I don’t take my eyes off him. Letting go of my hand he reaches behind me for the zipper of my dress with both hands, slowing easing it down. Once he has it unzipped, he brings his hands up to my shoulders, brushing the straps of dress off. The straps slip down my arms and the dress pools at my feet on the floor. He reaches out and takes my hand, helping to steady me while I take a step away from it leaving it where it lays. He releases my hand and takes a step back.

  He’s staring. I don’t do anything but stand here and let him look at me. I have a black lace demi bra on with matching black lace thong and black stockings. I keep my hands at my sides because I don’t want him to stop looking at me.

  “God. You are beautiful,” he says slowly walking toward me. He’s clenching and unclenching his hands like he is trying to keep himself from touching me and all I want to do is yell, Please touch me! Do something. Don’t make me wait.

  He stops right in front of me, close enough that my breasts rub against his chest when I breathe. My nipples hurt because they are so hard. My pussy aches. If he were to reach out and touch me the way I want, he would feel how excited I am because my panties are soaked. There is no way to hide it and I don’t want to. I want him to know exactly what he is doing to me.

  He reaches his hands out to grab mine, slowly walking us backwards towards the bed, his huge king size bed.