Straight Female / 28
I worked with Mr. X. Mr. X was a nice man, like nice is nice. I was new to the job and he took a shine to me and I fell for it. He took me out to lunch one day and while we were talking he told me he wanted to get me something, something for me to remember him. I will cut straight to what he wanted, he wanted to buy me underpants. I won't say panties, he said underpants. I was twenty-four, not that I was new to life but I guess I was pretty naïve when it came to men. We were eating at this Chinese restaurant in the mall and he took me to Neiman Marcus to buy panties. He called a sales girl to help me, he had her hold up each and every pair and get her opinion as to whether those particular panties would accentuate my hips, because he said he wanted his baby to have the best and look real good for him. The lady, because she wasn't a sales girl, she never missed a beat, she just kept bringing panties to me, laying them across my hips, answering his questions as to whether she felt they would fit me right because she wanted me to wear panties that hugged me in the right places. During the whole scene, I want to say ordeal but it wasn't I was so wet, his hand patting my crotch from time to time, his conversations with the sales lady, her telling him that his baby was in good hands with her. We left with six pair, each personally selected by him. In the car he asked me to change while we sat in the parking garage, he wanted a little peak while I pulled my pants down to change, I got a full on kiss, he grabbed my boob but he asked if he could touch his pussy cat. He was very gentle, softly petting me as I sat half naked in the car telling me that he liked me and I was going to be a good girl and he wanted to make sure that I thought of him all day that's why he liked to buy his girls underpants.
His kisses weren't normal, not like anything I had ever experienced, and his hands weren't normal either, neither was his lovemaking, when he held my face in his hands after he had made love to me and asked me if I was going to be good baby all I could do was shake my head for him. I got all sorts of gifts, handbags, scarfs, earrings, dresses, shoes, bras, bracelets, all from Neiman's and for most he took me there to try them on first, to see if he liked me wearing what he bought me. Not in the office, but outside the office he patted my rear to show me he was pleased with me, I got lots of kisses and hugs and he made sure that the other women watching knew that I was his girl and not them. He really liked affection and I had to learn to give him affection, to softly touch his cheek, to hold his hand, to sit close to him, to listen to his words of wisdom, to lay my hand on his thigh, to lay my head on his chest or his shoulder. In bed, when he spent the night with me, he made love to me and after he made love to me he liked to lay on his back and let me give him affection.
One Saturday afternoon I was alone at home and the door knocked and a woman was there. She introduced herself and she told me that she was his ex-wife and asked to come in. She was very nice and easy to talk to, she told me that he liked me a lot but she was there because she was worried about him and wanted me to know. He had been diagnosed with cancer and he would be having surgery to remove the tumor and there would be chemotherapy and other treatments and hopefully nothing had spread to the lungs. I am not very good with that type of information, I listened but my heart was racing a thousand miles an hour. She stayed a few minutes, left me her number and the information on the hospital, the surgery and asked that I be there and she would be there too.
His surgery went well, but the cancer had spread to his lungs and despite all the treatments we lost him thirteen months later. It was strange but comforting that his ex-wife and I stood shoulder to shoulder during the internment, and that she held my hand. She has many gifts that he gave her over the years and she can't let them go. I can't either, I put them in a box because I can't wear them, the only thing I wear everyday is a small ring he bought me at an art fair. If I follow in his ex-wife's footsteps I am not going to have another relationship, right now I don't want one, I could not imagine myself in the arms of another man. I had him for a short while, just two years before he had his surgery, but his memories will be with me for the rest of my life.
I hope this is not a downer, even if it sounds like one. But it isn't, I had the attention of a man for a while, attention like you can't even dream about. I was his girl, his baby, all his, every ounce of me and every breath I took was his, he just had a way, a crank maybe to some, but if you were me you would have loved every minute of it too.
His kisses weren't normal, not like anything I had ever experienced, and his hands weren't normal either, neither was his lovemaking, when he held my face in his hands after he had made love to me and asked me if I was going to be good baby all I could do was shake my head for him. I got all sorts of gifts, handbags, scarfs, earrings, dresses, shoes, bras, bracelets, all from Neiman's and for most he took me there to try them on first, to see if he liked me wearing what he bought me. Not in the office, but outside the office he patted my rear to show me he was pleased with me, I got lots of kisses and hugs and he made sure that the other women watching knew that I was his girl and not them. He really liked affection and I had to learn to give him affection, to softly touch his cheek, to hold his hand, to sit close to him, to listen to his words of wisdom, to lay my hand on his thigh, to lay my head on his chest or his shoulder. In bed, when he spent the night with me, he made love to me and after he made love to me he liked to lay on his back and let me give him affection.
One Saturday afternoon I was alone at home and the door knocked and a woman was there. She introduced herself and she told me that she was his ex-wife and asked to come in. She was very nice and easy to talk to, she told me that he liked me a lot but she was there because she was worried about him and wanted me to know. He had been diagnosed with cancer and he would be having surgery to remove the tumor and there would be chemotherapy and other treatments and hopefully nothing had spread to the lungs. I am not very good with that type of information, I listened but my heart was racing a thousand miles an hour. She stayed a few minutes, left me her number and the information on the hospital, the surgery and asked that I be there and she would be there too.
His surgery went well, but the cancer had spread to his lungs and despite all the treatments we lost him thirteen months later. It was strange but comforting that his ex-wife and I stood shoulder to shoulder during the internment, and that she held my hand. She has many gifts that he gave her over the years and she can't let them go. I can't either, I put them in a box because I can't wear them, the only thing I wear everyday is a small ring he bought me at an art fair. If I follow in his ex-wife's footsteps I am not going to have another relationship, right now I don't want one, I could not imagine myself in the arms of another man. I had him for a short while, just two years before he had his surgery, but his memories will be with me for the rest of my life.
I hope this is not a downer, even if it sounds like one. But it isn't, I had the attention of a man for a while, attention like you can't even dream about. I was his girl, his baby, all his, every ounce of me and every breath I took was his, he just had a way, a crank maybe to some, but if you were me you would have loved every minute of it too.
