8 comments/ 14823 views/ 11 favorites She Is New To the City By: Curiousaboutlove The figure hugging dark blue leather pants instantly attracted Michael's attention. He had just stepped into the carriage as the train doors began to close. Quickly grabbing a seat as Friday's last suburban train left the central city station, he found himself casting his eye over the people who had entered before him as they also settled into their seats. She sat across the aisle with a man between her and the window. As no one else was in the seat next to Michael, he leaned against his window and was able to surreptitiously check out the wearer of the leather pants. Above a pair of heels the skinny fit leather seemed glued to her legs, one of which she crossed over the other. The smooth matte finish appeared to Michael to have a beach to bar feel perfect for a Friday night in the city. That they might take pride of place in her wardrobe was emphasised by the rather ordinary country style jacket she wore. Michael's eyes were drawn to the exposed skin the low-rise fit had left between her pants and jacket. Having travelled up her body his eyes rested on her face. Blond longish hair, conventionally pretty, she looked around twenty four which was similar to Michael's twenty five. He paid almost no attention to the man next to her, who also looked about the same age, and whose hand she held on top of her knee. But it did strike him that, other than holding her hand, her boyfriend or husband did not pay her much attention. He was engrossed in his mobile phone. As a result her eyes began to close and as she leaned into her partner, her hip moved towards Michael, exposing some more skin as her leather pants rode down slightly. Michael noticed the emergence of black lacy underwear. What little he could see looked, like the pants, fashionably expensive. As they passed by the third station stop, she slid a little more causing Michael to think, "Sexy little minx." She had turned a little in her seat and it became clear from the half inch of material running along her hips and disappearing into her pants by her butt, that it was a lacy thong she was wearing. Two stops later Michael was shaken out of his daydreaming about the blue leather minx by the realisation that his stop was next. He got out of his seat and went to the door to await the train's arrival at the station. To his surprise, as the train pulled into his stop the couple from opposite him walked up to the door. When the train door opened Michael stood back smiled and let them exit first. For that he was ignored by the man but the blue leather minx smiled briefly and said, "Thank you." Even that little smile lit up her eyes which Michael noticed were blue, and resulted in a little dimple on her right cheek. Michael immediately revised up his first impressions, she was more than conventionally pretty. Walking behind them as they began to climb the stairs out of the suburban station, all Michael could focus on was her butt. Small peach like and tight in her leather, her practiced heel to toe walking had her hips swaying from side to side. As her hip movements seemed slightly more exaggerated she had Michael's full attention as it seemed to him like a mating call, telling the world that she is in heat. He again noticed that though the guy she was walking with held her hand, they did not talk. "I would so be whispering in her ear if I was him," thought Michael, "She is the definition of hot to trot." At the top of the stairs the exits from the station were to the right or left, and Michael was pleased to see them turn right past the coffee shop and along the road in the direction Michael had to walk to get home. The lease on his flat had expired and he had moved to stay temporarily with his father, in what was the family home in which he grew up. He hadn't been sure he wanted to come home but he was pressurised by his sister who, since their mother had died the previous year, wanted someone to spend time with their father to, in her words, "Make sure he is alright." His dad actually seemed to be coping well, and Michael was enjoying his time with him much more than he expected. They lived in a little cul-de-sac with four houses on their side of the street. On the other side the four houses that had originally stood opposite had been demolished and twelve apartments built. Michael was still watching the leather minx's butt when she turned into his cul-de-sac on the apartment side. Michael followed and as the couple stopped to open the gate to enter the apartment complex, her eyes turned to him and he smiled again and said, "Goodnight." She smiled a little more deeply and said "Goodnight," and briefly glanced towards where Michael crossed the road to his house. That smile had in Michael's opinion increased her allure even more. Realizing his father would be in bed, he quietly visited the bathroom and took himself to bed. He, however, did not want sleep to come quickly as he preferred to keep the memories of the blue leather minx with the dimpled smile run through his mind. Remembering her sexy walk caused his cock to stiffen and he began to gently stroke his hand up and down his shaft. In did not take long before his body tensed with an intense orgasm and he fell asleep thinking, "I have got to talk to this girl." Later the next week his first opportunity arose. He tended to vary the time he left for the station and on the Thursday he left a little later intending to catch the 8:20 train. As he approached the coffee shop beside the station he saw the couple from Friday's train ordering their drinks. Michael went up to the counter after they stepped back and ordered himself a cappuccino. Saying to himself, "don't be too forward, don't be too creepy," he turned walked a few steps towards the couple and stuck out his hand to the guy. "Hi, I am Michael, I saw you on the train last Friday and I see we are neighbours." The guy, just a little reluctantly Michael thought, stuck out his hand and said, "Hi, I am Scott and this is my fiancée Sarah." Michael turned offered Sarah his hand, smiled and said, "Hi Sarah, how long have you been here." Sarah smiled politely and said, "Only two months, we are from farms near a small country town called Springdale, which you probably have never heard of. It is our first time living outside of Springdale." "Welcome to the big city," said Michael, "I am temporarily back in the family home living with my dad." Just then the barista called one flat white and one hot chocolate and Scott and Sarah went to get their drinks. "See you around," said Michael as they left. Sarah smiled but he did not get any reaction from Scott. Michael got his coffee in time to catch the train. While thinking it unwise to stand next to where they were sitting, he did position himself towards the back of their carriage where he could see them from behind. Sarah was dressed more conservatively in a white blouse and blue skirt, but Michael though her jacket again looked somewhat ordinary. Like the previous Friday, Michael observed that Scott became engrossed in his mobile phone leaving Sarah looking out the window as she sipped her drink. "I wonder," Michael said to himself, "Does he pay her enough attention." When they got to the central city the couple exited at the other end of the carriage from Michael. As this was the busiest station on the line, Michael was not surprised that he lost them in the crowd. Still he walked to his office with a bounce in his step as he now knew her name and that she was new to the city. "Maybe that explains her wardrobe," he thought, "Mostly ordinary Springdale stuff coupled with the few good city pieces she could afford." Michael began to get into the habit of catching the 8:20 train every day. Most days he saw Sarah and Scott outside the coffee shop or on the platform, and they usually exchanged a couple of words or a smile. But on the following Thursday Michael saw Sarah rushing towards the coffee shop alone. "One flat white," she said and then she stepped back beside Michael to wait for her order. "Hi," he said, "You all alone today?" "Oh hi. Yes Scott has two days out of town at an agricultural show, and it's been a rush to get ready in time," Sarah replied. "What does he do that he needs to go to agriculture shows?" asked Michael. "He is in the marketing department of an agricultural equipment firm." "Oh, tractors and stuff?" "Yeah something like that," Sarah replied with a little giggle. Michael stepped forward to get his coffee as his order was called. He waited for Sarah to get her order and asked her "And what about you, what do you do?" "I have just started as an Executive Assistant to the Planning head at the city council," she said before getting her coffee and naturally walking with Michael towards the platform. "Are you liking it so far?" he asked. "Yes I am, although I miss my previous job." "What was that?" enquired Michael. They reached the platform just as the train was pulling into the station. Michael stood back and let Sarah enter first. She chose an empty two person seat which Michael took as an invitation to sit beside her. "I was an executive assistant in a Springdale law firm, it is quite a small firm but does a lot of conveyancing and contract work for farmers," Sarah continued. "That sounds good. But if you would rather read than talk to me just say," said Michael. "No, you would think at twenty four I would be over childish things, but I get queasy if I read in a car, bus, and apparently a train. So I am happy to chat if that is ok with you." "Wow," thought Michael as he nodded yes, "Scott knows this and still doesn't talk to her." His thoughts were interrupted by Sarah asking, "What do you do?" "I am in my first year as a lawyer as part of a commercial team in one of the city firms." "Oh that is cool, I would love to get back into a law firm, but when I put in my CV I didn't even get an interview. Scott didn't think I should continue searching so I took the job at the council." As they continued to chat about working in a law firm, a plan formed in Michael's mind; perhaps Ruth who runs training at Michael's legal firm could give him some information and he could make a good impression by helping Sarah with her career. Having reflected on this, he said, "Would you like me to ask our HR people about what they are looking for in legal assistants' qualifications and experience." "I don't want to put you to any trouble," replied Sarah. "That's OK, it should only take a few minutes. Why don't you give me you mobile number and I will text you with how I get on." "That would be great," Sarah said with enthusiasm and she dictated her number to Michael. He entered her number into in his phone, saying with just a hint of flirtatiousness, "Every girl needs a guide in the big city." Michael caught Sarah's smile at his slightly flirtatious remark. When she replied, "So are you going to be my knight in shining armour?" Michael realised with some pleasure that she was not above a little flirting herself. The train soon pulled into Central station and they parted with Michael saying, "Bye, I will let you know how I get on." "Thanks that would be really helpful," replied Sarah. That afternoon it only took a few minutes of Ruth's time to get the information and papers setting out the paths to become a legal assistant. Ruth thought that Sarah's experience helped as it was better than an internship. But she though that Sarah would need to enroll in a community college program and earn an associate degree. She gave Michael information including websites that included local course recommendations that she obviously handed out to anyone who enquired. She also explained that while some law firms had in the past hired people with no legal education and trained them on the job, this was now very rare. Armed with the information, Michael texted, "Your knight has delivered. Whenever you are free I can show you the info. Tonight?" A short time later a got a response, "Yes I am home by 5:30." Michael was pleased but a little surprised that she was happy for a relative stranger to come to her home while she was alone. He had expected her to suggest somewhere more neutral like a bar. He carefully considered his reply before going back with, "Cool will drop by around 6 with info. And a bottle of wine to toast success." "Ha, will only be able to judge success when see the info," Sarah responded with a smiley face. Michael slipped out of work a little earlier than normal and first went to buy the wine. Thinking about what might surprise a country girl, he decided against sauvignon blanc or chardonnay. After a while he thought, "Gewürztraminer because it smells floral and spicy, has some sweetness but not too much, and I bet you can't get it in Springdale." Satisfied with his choice he went home and as it was still warm changed into cargo shorts, a casual shirt and boat shoes and made his way across the road, having texted Sarah for her apartment number. She let him into the apartment complex and was at the door of her apartment when he knocked. Michael thought he had succeeded in looking good but Sarah knocked him out. She wore tiny shorts which emphasized her long shapely legs and a short white t shirt which showed a little skin. Michael could see the outline of a patterned bra beneath her top. "Come in, "she said, "Sorry it is hot in here but this is not the best air con in the world." Michael dragged his eyes away from Sarah's figure and looked her in the eye saying, "That's ok, at least we are both dressed for the heat." Sarah smiled and said, "Put the papers on the table. You shouldn't have got wine as well." "I was happy to. You get the glasses and we can have a glass while I show you the info." "Ok boss," Sarah replied leading Michael to think that perhaps he should settle down and not force the pace. But it did not take long for Michael's plans to work and for Sarah to be swept up in the evening. After tasting the wine she said, "What is this, it is unusual but really nice. I don't think I have had anything like it." "Yes it is good," Michael replied "it is a French grape called Gewürztraminer which goes down really well on a warm day. Did they not have this in Springdale?" "No mostly run of the mill sauvignon or chardonnay. It is so good to try new things." Michael, happy he was making progress showed her the papers he had bought. Sarah was pleased that her experience helped, and appreciated the advice about enrolling in a community college. She took the website information to look at later. When Michael had finished explaining what Ruth had told him, Sarah sighed and said, "Thank you, now I get it. I could not understand why with my experience I wasn't being interviewed but now I know it is rare for law firms to hire people with no legal education. I get that I was fortunate in Springdale and I am going to have to change my approach here." "I am genuinely pleased I could help," Michael said before partly disguising his smile of satisfaction behind a sip of wine. Michael got out of his seat reached for the bottle and poured both of them another glass. As he sat he asked, "What do you like best about the city compared to home." "That's easy, clothes shopping so far. Not that I can afford a lot, but I have brought a few nice fashionable pieces and am slowly updating my wardrobe." "Yes I imagine there is more choice than in Springdale," Michael continued. "God yes, for instance it is easy to get denim jeans, but I got a really nice leather pair that I have never seen in the country." "That must have been what you were wearing when I saw you that Friday night on the train. They looked..." Michael paused uncertain about what word to choose, hot or sexy probably would be too creepy. Suddenly a word came to him, "...so sophisticated." Sarah's smile fairly beamed and he knew he had the right word. She obviously wanted to feel less like a country girl, and in truth the blue leather did suit her desire to change her image. Michael continued, "It had a beach to bar look perfect for a Friday night." Sarah's smile took on a slightly quizzical look and Michael realized she was not used to a male saying something like that about fashion. He said, "I know who would ever expect a fashion conscious male," which made Sarah laugh. "At university I dated a fashion design major for three years," he explained, "So trying to show an interest like a good boyfriend, I got to know what to look for and what was good and not so good." "Are you still together?" "No Claudia was so good at design that she not only topped her year group, she got invited to work at a design house in Paris. I have not seen her since she left." "Wow," said Sarah obviously genuinely impressed, "are you seeing anyone now?" "Not really, still enjoying being single and meeting new people. It's fun to do what you want and not be tied down," Michael said, not admitting he had a third date with a fellow lawyer on Saturday. "Wouldn't you rather have a steady girl friend?" "There are advantages. I liked it at college but even before Claudia left for Paris, I realized she was happy because she was exploring new things and it was time for me to get to know a broader range of women before settling down. You only live once and I would hate to get old and regret not having sampled all the world has to offer." "Oh," said Sarah a little reflectively, "I had better get on with my dinner." It seemed to Michael she had changed the subject. "OK I had better go then." "No, no," Sarah said suddenly "Would you like to stay and eat, it's just a country style lasagna I made last night. There is enough for two and you did say you wanted to sample all the world has to offer." Michael happily accepted. As he watched her prepare the food, he took the opportunity to ask a little more about what she liked and to share a little about himself. It became clear to Michael that Sarah was looking forward to exploring the cafes and beaches given their absence in Springdale. Michael pointed out there were a few local cafes which were worth trying. When she asked about his favorite locally he mentioned the tapas bar that was on the other side of the train station. "What is tapas?" Sarah asked. "Oh it is small tasting plates of Spanish food, really good you should so try it. Not too expensive if you have a small number of plates. But some of the plates are worth paying a little more for as they import some of the ingredients from Spain." As she was finishing the meal preparation, she mentioned she loved to dance. Michael pointed out, with a smile, that there was not much line dancing in the city's clubs. Sarah was holding an oven glove as he made the remark, and it was instantly thrown at his shoulder. "I am not that country a girl!" she said laughing. To Michael that showed the greater comfort she felt in his company and as they sat and ate, he began to inject a sexual note into some of his comments. In talking about which of the beaches along the north east coast were good, Michael found himself saying that he preferred the beaches that were further north as the surf was better and as there were less families many of the girls sunbathed topless. When Sarah blushed just a little he asked, "Have you never sunbathed topless?" "Well yes out the back of the farm but not when someone can see." "Claudia started to go topless as she hated tan lines, but after a while she was keen to go right to the end of North Palm Beach where there was a section reserved for nudity. I think she had grown to like both looking and being seen." Sarah blushed and looked uncertain as to what to say, so Michael thought it wise to not mention Claudia's bisexuality. She Is New To the City Changing the subject, Sarah asked about which clubs were good in the city. He talked about some of the better ones and make sure he stressed how her slim figure and dress sense would fit right in. Sarah clearly liked the complement and he felt he had boosted her confidence with his remarks. She was, Michael thought, still a little nervous about being dismissed as a country girl and Michael was, as they finished the wine, convinced that he had helped her to see herself as fitting in. As he drained his glass, Michael realized it was getting late and he prepared to leave. As Sarah accompanied him to the door she began to thank him again. "It's fine he said, "I was happy to do it and I have had a really nice evening. Thank you for dinner." He reached out and gave her what he hoped was a friendly hug, though when he realized he was gently stoking her back, he wondered whether she might read that as more than friendly. He noticed as they pulled apart the hardness of her nipples and the slight flush on her throat. The next day he followed up with a text thanking her again and wishing her the best with the legal material he had left. He was slightly disappointed not to get a response. Early the next week when he saw both of them in the morning, his greeting got a scowl by Scott and a watery smile from Sarah. The following Thursday he saw Sarah again approach the coffee shop alone, this time wearing a tight black skirt. "Hi, like the skirt is it new?" he said, "And how is the legal investigations going?" "Pleased someone noticed," Sarah replied with Michael thought a tone that suggested Scott had not, "It's new, perhaps a little short but it seems the length this year." Sarah's smile drained a little and she added, "Scott is not so sure we can afford the money for the course." As they walked to the train Michael said, "No it's not too short, you have the legs for that length. I thought the courses were not badly priced as they are subsidized by the legal firms." As they boarded the train Michael continued, "But anyway I am not sure you can afford not to do it. You were so excited last week and I think you have to follow your dreams or you might always feel regret. You can pay for the course out if what you earn at the council." Sarah's weak smile at his comments about her legs, was replaced with a look of determination, "My point exactly, I can afford it and I want to do it. Maybe Scott is right but I won't know till I try. Last night after he left I actually filled in an application form but I haven't sent it yet." "He probably blames me for leading you astray. By the way, where has he gone?" "He so does, and he didn't think I should have invited you over. Another agriculture show, but he won't be back till Sunday," Sarah replied. Michael paused thinking should I or should I not. Thinking well if she is pissed at Scott she might, he asked, "If you are alone why don't I show you the tapas bar tonight." "I not sure I should," Sarah said quietly, clearly uncertain. "Surely I am better company that a night alone in front of the TV." "I don't know about that, there are some good shows on tonight." Sarah said laughing out loud. "That settles it. You have got to try new things. I will book when I get to work and text you the time." Before Sarah had a chance to respond Michael stood and said, "I have to get off early at this station for a meeting. See you tonight." Michael didn't have a meeting but by getting off the train a station early he knew he could walk to work and not give Sarah any time to change her mind. Not that she could, he pointed out to himself, as she had not actually said yes. In the afternoon he texted her that the booking was for 7. In reply she asked how dressy the place was and Michael took his time composing his reply. "Not formal or anything. You would get away with ordinary jeans, but for you blue leather would be perfect." Just a little blatant thought Michael as he sent the text. I wonder what she wears. That night Michael went home changed and was at the tapas bar a little before seven. He was pleased to see they had a corner table which was as private as it could be in a small relatively busy place. He just had time to glance at the wine list and the specials when Sarah arrived. He was stunned by how good she looked. Hair blow waved back, elegant makeup, silk lemon blouse and her sexy leather blue pants. He stood kissed her on the cheek and said "Wow you look good tonight." "Thank you kind sir, I took your advice and wore the leather you seem to appreciate." Michael smiled, but felt for once at a loss for words. But recovering his voice he asked Sarah whether she would like to try sangria. Calling the server over, he asked for a small carafe of sangria and a plate of Jamón Ibérico. Sarah looked a little startled at the price of the Spanish ham, but Michael reassured her that this dish was on him as she had to try some of the best cured meat in the world. When it arrived and Sarah tried it, her face lit up. "Wow this is so good. Mum cures her own meat and it is good, but this is even better. Thank you for getting it, but the next dish is on me." The sangria was soon finished as they chatted about their days. Michael ordered a reasonable quality Spanish red and some meatballs. As they began their red wine Michael praised her outfit. Sarah wanted to talk again about Claudia and her fashion design as they ate the meatballs. Michael was happy to describe the designs Claudia had done particularly those for which she had won awards. Sarah was entranced Michael noticed. With the last piece of meatball, he used the serving fork and placed it on Sarah's lips. She instinctively opened her mouth and sucked it in. As a little was left on the side of her mouth, Michael picked up a serviette and dabbed her lips clean. When it dawned on Sarah how blatantly sensual it was, she colored, stammered a little and started to ask Michael about his family. Michael found himself opening up more that he usually did about his mother. In truth he was still more upset about her early passing from breast cancer than he let on, even to his father and sister. But he was unusually open with Sarah about how much he missed her, how his dad was now coping just, and how much it had scared him to return and live at home. Sarah at one stage started to reach out and occasionally place her hand on his, and he noticed she like him was a little watery in the eyes. But after Sarah excused herself to visit the bathroom, he occurred to him that by opening up about himself, he felt closer to her. Not only did he feel she was beginning to respond to him, but he could feel himself becoming increasingly attracted to her. When she came back they ordered a little more food and it was obvious to Michael that Sarah was determined to brighten the conversation. She introduced the subject of travel about which Michael, who had been to Europe, had much more to say. That brightened the mood and allowed Michael to return to introduce some suggestive comments when talking about the openness of Europeans to nudity and sexuality. Sarah asked about how open it was. "Well," Michael said, "Are you sure you want to know. It may come as a shock." "Yes," said Sarah clearly intrigued. "Well in Greece, for instance, I stayed a couple of weeks in Mykonos and every day it was beach then clubbing. Topless in the day and picking up at night seemed to be on every European girl's mind. Hookups were common." While, from time to time, Sarah had let her hand touch his as they spoke about his family, now she withdrew it as Michael guessed she was at the edge of her comfort zone. "You have the figure and sensuality to have attracted lots of attention in any Greek club or beach," he said. Sarah was silent for a moment as she seemed to reflect on something. She then reached for the wine bottle and poured each of them a glass. "This is really nice," she said, which Michael was beginning to recognize as her pattern of changing the subject when conversation became too sexual. Michael asked what she was doing on the weekend. Sarah told him of her plans to hit the town on Friday with the girls from work. But she didn't have anything planned for Saturday. They chatted about the bars in the city with Michael telling her which ones were best avoided unless she wanted to hook up. Finishing the wine Michael went to the bar and paid. He refused to accept the fifty dollars Sarah offered him as her share. "You can pay next time," he said. They walked home and at her gate Michael gave her what he hoped was a more than friendly hug. When they pulled apart Michael gave her a quick butterfly kiss on the lips. Sarah hurriedly turned and went through the gate to her apartment. Michael thought for a moment, as he watched her incredibly butt, that perhaps he had gone too far. But he was relieved and a little turned on when she stopped, turned around and blew him a kiss before disappearing inside. Saturday dawned exactly as forecast, fine and with every prospect of being the warmest day of summer so far. Michael immediately texted Sarah, "Hey, perfect day. I thought I might drive up to North Palm Beach, do you want to come with me. So long as you aren't too hung over from last night." It took a little time but he got a text back, "I'm fine, although I just woke up. Sure I would like that, what shall I bring, and what time." "Let's go at 11 so we can still get a park. Snacks and water and walking shoes if you want to go up to the lighthouse," he replied. At eleven she was waiting and as she got into the car she kissed him demurely on the cheek. "Thank you for asking. I haven't been to North Palm, they say it is beautiful." "It is a perfect surf beach with a sheltered bay on the other side. At the top of the beach is a hill beyond which is the entry to the bay. The walk up to the lighthouse is great with good views." "Looking forward to it, and I was careful not to pack too much," Sarah said pointing to a carry all which to Michael's eyes did seem suitably small. "Not like most girls I know who couldn't resist packing for every eventuality," said Michael laughing. As they drove north, Michael kept up a running commentary on the beaches that they went through. From her comments it was clear that Sarah obviously enjoyed exploring and took an interest in everything he had to say. When they arrived Michael was pleased that they had got there earlier as there were not many parks left. "Shall we go up to the light house first," he said, "It will only get warmer in the afternoon." They wandered along the beach on the bay side and up to the path to the lighthouse. It was not too far up and when they got to the top they stopped to take in the view. "Wow," said Sarah as she looked down on the sliver of land that separated the bay from the surf beach, "This is so beautiful with the palms alongside the beach, the blue sea and the surf. Look there are so many surfers at the far end." "Yes that is the surfer's area because the waves get bigger at that end. In the middle is the main swim area and just under us at the other end is the nude beach on the other side of some rocks that offer privacy." "I hope you don't think you are taking me there," she said as they turned around to look over the entrance to the bay. Sarah gasped causing Michael to say, "What is it?" "Look there are dolphins in the water," she said excitedly. Looking more closely Michael could see four dolphins playfully swimming against the outgoing tide. "Looks like they are having fun," he said. Sarah stood entranced and then said, "You realize I have never seen them before, and I have loved them since I was a little girl." "Thank you so much," she said as she gave him a little hug. Michael had to admit to himself that the dolphins were not exactly planned, but he was grateful for their appearance and the effect they had on Sarah. Sarah watched for some time until Michael asked whether she would like to go down to the beach. A little reluctantly Sarah dragged herself away and they returned down the path before cutting across the palms to the main beach. Michael pointed out the rocks to the left and pretended to walk in that direction. Sarah smiled and walked to the right. Michael quickly turned and caught up with her as she walked along the beach. They had not gone far when Michael noticed that there were more people further down the beach, so he suggested they stop where it was a little quieter. They walked down the beach to be closer to the water, took out their towels and sat for a moment looking at the surf which was not too high. "By the way," said Michael, "Can you swim?" He got a little cuff on the shoulder for that, "Yes they do have pools even in the sticks mister." After a few minutes Michael stood, kicked off his shoes and pulled off his shirt and shorts. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Sarah glance at his body. Given all the football he had played and the compliments he had received from previous girlfriends, he knew he was in good shape. Still standing he got some sun block and applied it to his front and legs and arms. He then looked at Sarah and said, "Would you mind putting some on my back?" He sat at the front of his towel and Sarah shifted over behind and began to put the rub the sum block into his back. "You haven't got many hairs on your back," she said, "I don't really like hairy backs." "No I don't and it's all natural. I don't shave." Sarah stopped for a moment and said, "What do some guys shave their body hair?" "Yes," he said, "It is not that unusual." After she had finished Michael thanked Sarah and sat taking in the scene around him. Michael noticed that a few more people had arrived and, while by no means crowded, there were now four or five couples relatively close to Sarah and Michael. To the left and in front two newly arrived girls, one blonde and the other dark haired, were taking off their shorts under which they had revealing black thong bikini bottoms. When they sat and removed their tops Michael couldn't help but notice they were not wearing bikini tops. Looking around at the other couples he saw that two of the other girls, who were with their boyfriends, were also topless, though as both were on their front he couldn't be sure that was the way they would stay. "I wonder if Sarah has noticed," he thought, though he suspected she could hardly have missed the girls in front. As Michael turned towards Sarah he saw her mouth open slightly and that she was looking past him. Turning he saw a couple walking hand in hand towards the water. It was one of the girls he had seen lying topless on her front and, as she turned to her boyfriend, Michael could see her perfect little a-cup breasts. She was slim and petite but he was over six foot and very well-muscled. "Cute couple," said Michael turning to Sarah. "I guess," she replied. "Do you want some help with sunscreen," he continued. "Ok, I don't want to burn." Sarah said as she stood and quickly took her t-shirt off and untied her belt and let her shorts fall to her feet. Underneath was a fashionable but not very cut away gold bikini which Michael liked a lot. Sarah put some suntan lotion on her front while Michael half watched her and half watched the couple in the water. As the waves hit them the girl would turn her back and give him a perfect view of her body. Michael turned his full attention to Sarah when he saw her hand the lotion to him. He got behind her and gently rubbed it into her back. He loved the softness of her skin, but noticed that her right shoulder seemed tight. When he had finished with the sunscreen he placed both hands on her shoulder and massaged gently. "That feels so good," she said, "I must have tightened up with all the computer work this week." Michael continued to massage her shoulder until the tightness was gone, quietly pleased with the progression in their intimacy. As he finished he could see Sarah's head turn to the couple coming back from their swim. Michael observed that the girl's nipples were hard and also that her bikini bottom was a similar cut to Sarah's. "Good," he thought, "she will notice the style and not feel out of place." Michael moved back onto his towel and Sarah lay on her back. Michael lay on his side with his head propped up by his left elbow from which position he could have looked Sarah in the eye if it were not for her sunglasses hiding her eyes. He picked up some sand in his right hand and gently drizzled it onto Sarah's stomach. Her lips turned up in a little smile as the warm sand hit her skin. "You look really good in your bikini. The gold really suits you," he said. "Compared to the others I feel overdressed," she replied. "Hey, looking good is not about how little you wear, it is about how you carry yourself. And any rate the female half of the cute couple had a similar bikini to you. You are the sexiest girl on the beach irrespective of whether you are wearing a full bikini, half a bikini or even a burka." As Michael spoke he could see her smile expand and, as he let the last grains of sand fall from his hand he leant over and gently placed another little butterfly kiss on her lips. He was about to withdraw his mouth from hers when her arm went around his shoulder holding him in place. He ran his tongue across her lip. Sarah's mouth opened and Michael started to kiss her. Gently at first but then with more passion to which Sarah eagerly responded. As he pulled back Sarah took off her glasses and jumped to her feet. Michael was slightly concerned that he had gone too far, until she said, "Come on slowcoach lets swim," as she ran down the beach. When Michael caught up with her, Sarah had stopped and was about thigh deep. "It's a little bit colder than I was expecting," she said as he took a step or two past her. "Don't be a softie," he said as he leant into a wave. "Me soft?" was all he heard before he was pushed from behind. A little off balance, he fell into the wave and went under. Climbing to his feet thinking, "Little minx," he turned to see a look of triumph on Sarah's face. In two steps he caught her, lifted her up as she shrieked, and was about to throw her in the next wave when he realized she had her legs and arms around him like a limpet. So he threw himself into the following wave with Sarah still holding on. She came up for breath grinning which set the tone for the rest of their swim. They played around in the water for half an hour diving into waves, body surfing and generally acting like kids. All through the swim they were touching and pushing and Michael thought a step change had occurred physically in their relationship. At one stage he crept behind Sarah and grabbed the tie of her bikini top pretending to pull it loose. "Michael, seriously don't you dare," Sarah said in a concerned voice. "Spoilt sport," he said, "Denying all the boys and girls a fuller view of your gorgeous body." "Please don't," she said at which Michael let go of the tie and picked her up and threw her into the wave. She surfaced laughing and said, "Thanks." Shortly after they left the water and walked past the two topless girls who clearly checked them out. "Interesting," thought Michael, "The dark haired girl paid some attention to me but the blond only had eyes for Sarah. I wonder if Sarah noticed." As they went past another couple Michael noticed the guy run his eyes over Sarah, for which he got a little slap on the shoulder from his girlfriend. Michael leant over and whispered to Sarah, "See told you, you don't have to be topless to attract attention from everyone." Sarah colored a little but didn't say anything. They lay on their fronts and dried in the sun. After a few minutes Michael reapplied his suntan lotion and began to rub some more into Sarah's back. As he finished he untied her top saying, "You don't want bikini lines." She Is New To the City Sarah didn't say anything as they both rested in the sun. Michael left her alone in her thoughts until his stomach rumbled and he announced, "Time for snacks." He sat up and got some fruit out of his bag and asked Sarah if she wanted some, while wondering if she would tie her bikini before accepting. She raised herself a little giving him a glimpse of side breast and said, "Yes please." Michael passed her some fruit and she had to raise herself higher onto her elbows to eat it. That made it harder to see from the side but not from the front and looking up Michael thought she received some interested looks from the couple further up the beach. After they had eaten Michael sat up with Sarah still on her front. He watched as the beach started to thin out a little with three of the couples packing up. "Looks like people are starting to leave, but we could have another swim before we go." Much to his surprise and delight Sarah did not retie her top before sitting up and quickly drawing her knees in to hide her uncovered breasts. "Yes," she said, "We should have a quick swim in a few minutes." They both watched the two girls in front of them stand and pull their shorts over their thong bikinis. Just adding t-shirts they walked past and smiled at Michael and Sarah. "Love you bikini, hun, you look hot. Do you mind telling me what brand it is?" said the blond. Sarah said she wasn't sure, so Michael picked up her top and handed it to them. The blond looked at the label and said, "Surf Queen, yes they have certainly lifted their game design wise and it really suits you." Sarah blushed and said, "Thanks. I really liked their styles in the shop and it looks good on." "Off too," quipped the blond as she dropped the top on Michael's towel but out of Sarah's reach. "Come on you, stop flirting we have got to go. Bye," replied the dark haired girl, catching Michael's eye and rolling her eyes with a mock exasperated look. Michael laughed and said, "See you. By the way you two also look good in your bikinis." "Thanks hun," said the blond although Michael noticed she hadn't taken her eyes off Sarah who was staring straight ahead. After they had gone, Sarah said, "Um Michael do you think they..." "What, were a couple?" "Well yes," Sarah replied. "Sure I think they are a couple, but I am not sure the dark haired girl fully appreciated the blond flirting with you." "Oh," said Sarah pensively, before Michael noticed her changing the subject again, "Hey if you aren't doing anything tonight I would like to invite you to dinner. You have done so much for me over the last few days and I would like to repay you in a small way." "Yes I would like that, while there was a party I was invited to, I would rather spend time with you." "Good, can we try to get back before 5 so I have time to shop and get the dinner in the oven?" "Sure," said Michael as he looked around and saw that while there were still a number of people on the beach, those in the immediate vicinity had left. "Well I think I will get a few minutes sun on my front before we swim," he said as he lay on his back and closed his eyes. While Sarah was on his left side her bikini top was under Michael's right elbow. "I wonder what she will do," thought Michael. After a couple of minutes Michael heard a little sigh and felt her lie down. Opening one eye he saw that she was on her back. Michael had to control himself from getting hard as he thought how sexy it was that he had her topless in public for the first time. After fifteen or so minutes, Michael sat up and glanced at her milky white breasts with darker nipples. The white contrasted with the golden skin of the rest of her body and it was clear she did not usually sunbath topless. "Let's go and swim," Michael said as he stood and reached out offering her his hand to pull her to her feet. "Would you pass my top," Sarah said. "You sure, you don't really need it." "I know, but I have already gone further than ever before, and swimming topless is a bridge to far for me today." Michael picked up her top and passed it to her. After she had put it on she took Michaels offered hand and, after helping her up, they walked to the water and Michael kept her hand in his. They swam much more gently than before and then left the water and quickly dried themselves and packed up. Michael, as he took the quicker way home, noticed that there was much less chat than normal. He left Sarah to her own thoughts as he ran through how well they day had gone. The kiss, walking hand in hand, topless sunbathing and the physicality of their first swim led him to think that Sarah's barriers were coming down. His last though as he drove into their street was "I wonder what tonight brings." "I will see you about 7," said Sarah as she got out of the car, "Don't worry about wine I have one of my favorites in mind. I want to know what you think of it." Michael went home and showered. He decided to dress up a little to impress Sarah, and put on his best shirt and jacket. He then joined his father who was watching a football game. "Hot date tonight, son," said his dad. Michael laughed and sat down. Though he wasn't much interested in the game he spend a pleasant hour or with his dad watching the game, chatting and sharing a couple of beers. Right on seven Michael wandered across the road. Sarah met him all the door and Michael thought she too had dressed up. She had a tight fitting strapless little black dress on and, if he was not mistaken, it was worn without a bra. "You look good I like the jacket," she said as he kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you, you look amazing. I like your dress." Inside Michael immediately noticed a change from when he was last in the apartment. The curtains were drawn so the lighting was a little dimmer, music was on in the background, and the table was set including a table cloth. "Maybe Dad is right and I am on a hot date tonight," he thought. "Wow," he said, "You have been busy and done such a good job, to think all I did was watch the sport on TV with dad." Sarah smile showed that she was pleased he appreciated her efforts. "Dinner will be ready at half past, would you like some wine?" Sarah asked. As he sat, she said, "This is my favorite, let me know what you think." Michael was surprised to be handed a glass of red wine, and he realized that maybe typecasting country girls as sweet white wine drinkers might be a prejudice on his part. Tasting the wine he guessed it was a pinot noir but it had complexity and was not the cheap cherry red type. He wanted to kick the conversation off on a positive note. "Your dress is very elegant and really suits you. You know in a fashion sense elegant was Claudia's favorite word. She used to say you either get it or you don't, it's all about elegance. It can be classical or edgy or even way out but if it isn't elegant its crap." Michael continued as he noticed the spellbound look on Sarah's face, "Claudia would like your approach, you get elegance. The dress, the blue leather pants and the gold bikini are all sophisticated and work to make you look and feel more attractive. What I didn't say at the beach today is that by wearing the more classical style, you and the girl from the cute couple were far sexier than the couple wearing thongs." "You know I have always looked at fashion magazines or online, and there are things I love and things I don't. I have never been able to describe why but elegant does resonate with me. That's why I am loving the city, good pieces are hard to find but there is so much here and the search is so worth it." Sarah paused and continued with a twinkle in her eye, "And here was I thinking you thought the girl from the cute couple was sexy because she was topless." "Oh she was sexy topless or not, and I thought her little a cup breasts were gorgeous. But you have to remember there was an even more gorgeous and sexy topless b cup girl right next to me." For once Michael noticed that Sarah didn't change the subject. She smiled, touched his hand and said, "You sure make a girl feel good about herself." "So you should the more I get to know you greater the impression you make on me. Like this wine it is a really nice pinot..." "And not what you expected a country girl to like," interrupted Sarah. Michael blushed a little, but decided honesty was the best policy. "Yes maybe I did typecast you as a country girl and therefore into white wine. But I was wrong, sorry, you are quite the sophisticated woman." Sarah smiled and stood and went to serve dinner. To Michael's eye she now appeared more confident around him. He felt that his honesty and praise were helping Sarah to come out of her shell. Dinner was a delicious tagine, chicken with lots of spices preserved lemon and olives. Michael's genuine enjoyment of the meal was clear and as they finished, he commented, "Sexy, sophisticated, and can cook beautifully. Are you the perfect woman?" "You better believe it Mister," Sarah replied. For desert Sarah served a key lime pie. Michael tasted it and was impressed. "You know this is dad's favorite dessert and mum used to cook it a lot. I love it and this is great, as good as my mum made." "Well would you like to take some home with you? Would your dad like it or would it upset him by reminding him of you mum?" Sarah asked. "I think he would really appreciate it." After they finished Sarah wrapped up some pie for Michael to take home, and then suggested they take their wine and move to the couch. Sarah sat with her legs drawn up facing Michael. He turned towards her as they chatted and finished the wine. Taking her glass Michael stood and placed both glasses on the bench. Returning he sat a little closer to her and as he turned to face her his knee met hers. Michael placed his hand on her knee and traced circles with his fingers. Sarah appeared a little flushed but didn't say anything so Michael's fingers began to caress her above the knee. As his fingers moved up her leg he moved closer to her. Leaning in, he gently ran his tongue across her lips. Sarah responded by putting her hands around his neck and opening her mouth to kiss him. Soon gentleness was replaced with passion and their tongues dueled before finally Sarah sucked his into her mouth. They continued to make out and Michael could fell both her nipples and his cock harden. Breaking the kiss somewhat out of breath, he kissed down her neck and across her chest above the top of her dress. Michael kissed up her neck, and as their tongues met again, he moved his hand up her back and slowly eased down the zip at the back of her dress. As the front of her dress fell forward Michael fingers traced circles around her nipples causing an intake of breath. Sensing her sensitivity he again kissed down her neck and ran his tongue across one nipple then the other. Sarah moaned as he took her nipple in his mouth and sucked gently. Pulling her to her feet, her dress slipped to the floor leaving her wearing a sexy thong and heels. "You have a gorgeous body, Sarah." Sarah smiled and started to undo the buttons of his shirt. He slipped it off as she undid the buckle of his trousers and loosen them so they joined her dress on the carpet. She licked his nipple caused he cock to harden even more. Sarah sat back down and gazing at the tent in his boxers reached out to pull Michael into her. "Your body is pretty gorgeous too," she said. The lay together for a moment enjoying the feel of their skin touching. Kissing passionately Michael ran his hand over her covered pussy and he felt he could almost taste her moan. He ran his mouth down her body kissing and then licking what he thought were here most sensitive spots. When he got to her pussy and kissed it thought her thong, Sarah tensed slightly. "You don't have to do that." Looking up into her eyes he said, "Yes I do, I so want to please you. Don't you like this?" "Um I haven't tried it before." Sarah admitted nervously. "Lie back and enjoy," he said, as he slipped off her thong and saw and smelt her dampness. Realizing how sexually excited she was, and that this was her first time oral sex, Michael promised himself he would make it special. As she lay back on the couch Michael knelt in front of her and kissed her thighs and then began lick her with gentle, slow moves upwards and gently along the edges of her clit. Using a flat tongue he then licked slow circles around her clitoris and combined it with small swirling motions as if he was catching the drips from an ice cream. Sarah moaned and pushed her hips forward into Michael's mouth. He continued to vary how he ran his tongue around her all the time enjoying tasting her pussy juices. He easily slipped a finger into her wet pussy and sought her g spot. As his tongue and fingers caressed her, Sarah's moans increased and her juices coated Michael's mouth. As she became more aroused, she placed her hand on the back of Michaels head and began to push his head into her and grind her pussy in his mouth. "Omg Michael ...," she said. Michael sensed her orgasm was almost there, a lot quicker than he expected. He noticed she was using her other hand to finger her nipples and that her feet were wrapped around his shoulders. He began to lick more quickly and then suck on her clit. It did not take long for him to feel her body tense and a long orgasm rolled through her. As Michael continued to lick she pushed him away, "That was so good, but it is too sensitive right now." Michael sat up and kissed her passionately letting her taste her juices on his mouth. Sarah lay there for a moment with her arms wrapped around him, a smile on her face. With a little twinkle in her eye she stirred and said, "Thank you I loved it. Now it is your turn." Sarah kissed her way across Michael's chest and sucked gently on his nipple. She then kissed down his body, removed his boxers, and slipped onto her knees between his legs as he sat on the couch. Maintaining eye contact she ran her tongue up the underside of his cock from his balls to the very sensitive spot under the head of his penis. Michael groaned as she then circled the head of his cock with her tongue. "While receiving oral may be new to her," Michael thought, "Giving oral is not." Still maintain eye contact Sarah took an inch or two of his cock into her mouth and sucked him while moving her mouth up and down. Michael lay back shutting his eyes and focusing on the extreme pleasure of her oral skills. He could feel his orgasm building quickly as she continued to suck and lick. Suddenly he opened his eyes and said, "Sarah I'm getting close." She met his eye and smiled, at least as much as she could with his cock in her mouth. Rather than withdrawing as he expected, she kept eye contact and took another inch in her mouth. Michael could feel his orgasm build even faster as he realized that his sexy minx wanted him to come in her mouth. With her free hand she stroked his balls and the sensations form her mouth and hands pushed him over the edge. With a groan he began to shoot his cum into her mouth. Sarah didn't flinch but continued to massage his cock with her mouth. After she had drained his cock she looked up caught Michael's eye and swallowed his cum. It was one of the most erotic sights Michael had ever seen. Then she smiled and a little bit slipped out of her mouth. Michael ran up finger along her chin, wiped a little cum off her chin and she eagerly licked it off his finger. Sarah stood and lay beside Michael and kissed him deeply. He could taste himself on her, and as they finished, he said, "Thank you that was wonderful. You sure know how to please a guy." Sarah snuggled into him and they lay quietly for a few minutes. Michael let his hand run gently up and down her back as he listened to Sarah's breathing. After a while, let his fingers drift to her pussy and started to gently touch and then massage her clit. Sarah breath quickened and she reached out and ran a fingernail up the underside of his cock. The unexpected sensation caused Michael to harden. Kissing deeply they touched each other's most sensitive parts and Michael could tell that Sarah was building to a second orgasm. Michael took his hand away from her pussy and her eyes opened and a shadow of disappointment passed over her face. But he gently pulled her down so she lay on her back on the couch and moved his body over hers. Sarah wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he positioned his cock so it touched the outside of her pussy. Michael paused looking into her eyes. "Yes," she said, "Fuck me please." The unexpected dirty but erotic words energized Michael. He sunk his cock into her causing a sharp scream of pleasure. "Yes, yes, yes," Sarah moaned as she tighten her pussy around his cock. Michael slowly withdrew loving her velvet softness and thrust in more powerfully. Sarah's growing arousal turbocharged Michael and as he increased his forcefulness he could feel his orgasm beginning to build much more quickly than normal. He was only concerned for a second that he might come too soon, as suddenly Sarah rolled her eyes back and screamed, "I'm coming, omg Michael fuck me harder." Three or four even more vigorous strokes and Sarah arched her back as an orgasm hit her even more powerful that the one earlier in the evening. As Michael fucked her through her orgasm he could feel his build in his balls. "I'm close honey," he said. "Good," she replied, "Come in me lover." The word lover pushed Michael over the edge and he released his orgasm deep in her pussy. As he came he felt her pussy walls squeeze his cock intensifying his pleasure. They lay together sweaty and exhausted, but Michael could not recall ever being so deeply satisfied. He stroked Sarah's hair and whispered, "That was perfect. I hope it was as good for you as it was for me." "Yes," she replied, "Seriously, best ever." "Me too. Sarah, you realize that with the day we have had, I am going to want see you again and again." "I know, me too. You seem to get me and I love the things we do together. I have a lot of thinking to do." "No matter what happens," Michael replied, "I am always here for you." Sarah smiled and they snuggled together enjoying their shared closeness, until both drifted off to sleep.