This is a true story of an encounter with a lady that I met a few years before I met my wife. I'd been out on the town in Plymouth, where I'd been drafted due to being in the Royal Navy. It was Easter, so everyone I knew from my ship was on leave. I was in this club at the top end of town, and I noticed this very striking woman in her mid-twenties sitting at a table on her own, looking at her drink, somewhat subdued. I've always had a good sense of what people were feeling, and right then, I could tell this lady was feeling lonely, something that I could relate to myself right then.
Typically, I'd not approach a woman of this caliber; she was, let's say, out of my league. However, it was somewhat of a slow night with big groups around, so I felt a one-on-one encounter would suit me better.
Making my way over to her, I asked if she was ok. She looked up at me, gave me a wry smile, and nodded her head. "I'm fine, thank you, but I have a boyfriend!" she said tersely, hoping I'd take the hint and leave her alone.
"Well, that's great that you have a boyfriend. Do you have a name?" I said, holding out my hand to shake hers as she glanced up at it, almost annoyed, with a look of 'please just go away' plastered all over her face, but she answered me all the same.
"Lindsey, my name's Lindsey," she sighed, dragging out her words, sounding incredibly fed up as I nodded at her. I was on my own that night, and I used to come out on my own quite often back then, sad as that sounds, but I tended to meet a lot of interesting people that way, and at that very moment Lindsey was fascinating, and not to mention very alluring to me.
She had loosely curled, long brown hair that ended at her lower back. She wore a light denim skirt and a long-sleeved black top, with hardly any skin showing other than on her hands and her neck upwards; even her legs were covered by black tights. On her feet, she wore these killer high heels. Her body was trim, evident from her form-fitting clothes, but her eyes stood out the most. Maybe it was her lashes due to the subtle makeup she had on, but her eyes were enchanting to look at and made me pause at how stunning she truly looked.
"Well, knowing that you have a boyfriend and are off limits, that takes all the pressure off me trying to impress you. Instead, I can just sit here and talk to you for a bit, or would you like me to leave you here alone, Miss 'Billy no mates', so you can brood?" I said. She just smirked at me and the little jab I'd thrown her way about having no friends; it looked like she was almost impressed that I'd not started with some cheesy chat-up lines or hinted that her boyfriend wasn't here right now, so what's the harm in getting to know me, I was genuine and she could tell that in a roundabout way.
Lindsey had smarts about her; I could tell this from how she talked. Educated and well-spoken, she'd come to this part of town where she was surrounded by people like her and not feel truly alone but could be hidden from men on the prowl.
"Fine, join me then. What's your name?" she asked with a bemused look as I took the seat opposite her.
"Lee, pleased to meet you, so let's jump right in, shall we? You're out on a Friday night, on your own, with no boyfriend insight. And I am sorry about the cliché here, but how come a woman as good-looking, correction!" I paused as I held up a finger. "What I meant to say, as beautiful as you, is sitting by herself without a boyfriend to fight me off?" I asked, as she let out a long sigh.
"Because the boyfriend, as you call him, is on deployment, and I couldn't stand sitting at home any longer, pining for him, especially when he's got four months left at sea. How about you? Why are you here? Oh, let me guess, you're out with friends and thought it would be a great idea to come over and try your luck with the BEAUTIFUL! Lady!" she mused, sassed me on my last statement. "And you fancied proving that you're a real stud, right?" she said boldly goading me, sipping her drink. I liked her fire and her roundabout way of trying to insult me.
"No, actually, I'm out alone. Sad, I know! But it gives me opportunities to meet new people, and if I get bored, I can always go back to my ship!" I said as her eyes opened, understanding what I was.
"So you're Navy too then, not got some poor lass at home waiting for you then?" she asked, showing her hand at what she thought of Matelot's, a French term, a nickname for seafaring men that means (men that mate a lot, or bedmate).
"Yes, I'm Navy, and no, I don't have a girlfriend," I nodded as she raised an eyebrow, not believing me. We talked some more, and a few barbs were thrown back and forth, but after fifteen to twenty minutes, she seemed to warm up to me; I even got her to laugh once or twice until our drinks ran dry.
"So Lee, will you buy this beautiful lady a drink, or do I need to beg?" she smirked as I chuckled at her.
"Err, I don't think so, as the beautiful lady pointed out, she has a boyfriend, remember? You and I are just friends. But what we can do is YOU! Get this round in, and I'll get the next one. Are you okay with that?" I smiled smugly, unable to hide my mischievous grin. She looked positively shocked. Clearly, she was a woman who didn't get treated like this very often and just scoffed at me, but then giggled a moment later, seeing the humorous side of my cheeky wit.
"Fine, smart ass! As we are just friends," she remarked, making air quotes with her fingers, "I'll get this one. So what are you having? None of this, clearly?" she mused, full of attitude, standing up and gesturing to her whole body, a playful barb as a reminder she was off limits but a good insight into how the night might go. At the same time, this was the first moment I got a good look at her body as she strutted over to the bar in those killer heels of hers. Damn, she was sexy and, from where I was sitting, very desirable to gaze upon; even other people thought so, taking a long, hard look as heads turned as she crossed the room.
After that, we hit a few clubs and became more relaxed around one another, and then, at one place in town, she eventually laid into me, confessing that she was glad that she'd met me that evening and needed this.
"I've missed this, the cuddles, I mean," Lindsey remarked, leaning into my arm before I pulled her tightly into me. Anyone looking our way would think we were lovers. "Leeeee, I'm not being funny here, but how come you're still single? most Matelot guys I know would have tried it on a hundred times already, but you haven't; it's like we are real friends, which is nice and all, but I've seen you checking me out this evening. You either have a lot of self-control or you're married, or gay?" she noted with some concern as I just laughed, shaking my head at her.
"Well, definitely not married darling, or gay, but self-control, yes! You have a boyfriend, and I don't necessarily want to try something that will make you feel uncomfortable; you've told me before that you've never cheated, and I believe you. Do I think I could get you relaxed enough so things would happen? Yes, yes, I do. Like right now, for instance!" I wanted to make a point as I moved my hand that was resting on her shoulder up to her neck, slowly brushing my fingers across her soft skin. Lindsey let out the faintest of moans as my fingers grazed over her bottom lip, which she lowered slightly like she wanted to take that finger into her mouth. "See, tempting you into doing something you will regret is far too easy, even though I want to," I said honestly as she intertwined her fingers with mine and leaned back, tenderly kissing my cheek, in a thank you.
"You're such a lovely bloke, Lee, and thanks for not tempting me; you're not wrong. I feel quite drawn to you right now; I've never felt like this before while having a boyfriend, is that bad that I'm feeling like this?" she asked looking back at me, her stunning, beautiful eyes drawing me in making me want to lean in and kiss her. That's when her own eyes gave her away. She was also looking directly at my lips like she was reading my mind.
"No darling, it just proves that you're feeling lonely right now, and I'm here filling the gap," I said honestly. Lindsey nodded, following my gaze toward the dance floor while sipping her drink. She didn't know it but I was trying to fight back the urge of doing something rash. My balls and cock throbbed as she laid more into me, putting a slender leg over mine. Her smell and the softness of her body pressed firmly into mine became intoxicating. I knew that she desired me due to the words being spoken aloud a second ago. She was tempting me to try her. I coveted her so badly right then, but she'd feel tremendous guilt the next day if anything did happen, and I didn't want to be that guy that made her cheat for the first time!
We hit a few more clubs after that until we got to our last place called Jesters; feeling a tad drunk and her being a bit of a lightweight, I got us both some bottles of water. Unknown to me, this simple gesture of looking out for her well-being sealed my fate. To Lindsey, this idea that a man she barely knew who was protecting her and had made her feel safe all night was something that she loved; I wasn't being a creep, and I'd just made sure she wasn't too drunk, so she made no silly mistakes. All this gave her the courage to ask her next question.
"Lee, what are you doing after this? Are you going back to your ship?" she asked, her face almost looking sad as I nodded my head at her, not understanding the meaning of her question at the time. "Well, before you do, would you mind walking me home? It's on the way to the base, and I'd feel much safer if you walked with me." I nodded, not overthinking her request.
When Jesters was ready to shut, she got her coat, and we walked outside arm in arm as we headed to the taxi rank. She stopped me just before, telling me she wanted to walk because it was such a mild night. So we did, and we talked and laughed all the way back to hers. She shushed me as we got to her street, looking up at her neighbor's windows like this was risky for her, sneaking me - a man who wasn't her boyfriend - into her home, something that clearly needed to be hidden from prying eyes.
Putting the keys in the door, she turned to me. "Lee, I'll get us some drinks, but can you wait here, please? The house is a bit of a mess, and I don't feel right showing you the pigsty I'm living in," she requested as I nodded and waited.