Candid Confessions of a Shameless Sexaholic...Part One: Just What The Doctor Ordered by Erotika Sinn

enough for me. Or
was it?
    Luckily, falling
out of an aeroplane had given me enough credit to make up for any deficiencies
in other areas. We got along famously, and by the time we left the restaurant,
we were getting along rather cosily. During the drive home, I wondered where
this might go from here. Probably nowhere. Surely he had a beautiful wife, or
fiancé – or at least a girlfriend  – tucked away somewhere. But if that was the
case, why wasn’t he spending the day with her? Maybe she wasn’t dumb enough to
jump into space at 14,000 feet.
    Eventually, we
pulled up outside my apartment just as darkness fell. I didn’t want the day to
end there, but I didn’t want to do the corny old ‘want to come in for coffee?’
line either. Then I remembered the DVD of my death plunge. I found it in my bag
and waved it enthusiastically.
    ‘Hey, you want
to come in and see how we did?’
    Brad smiled his
acceptance, and a few minutes later, we were sitting on my sofa, drinking
coffee, and watching me make a complete fool of myself. The soundtrack mainly
consisting of me screaming my lungs out during the freefall, then cooing like a
happy pigeon for the rest of the descent. I sounded like a total idiot, and
Brad seemed to find it very amusing. We watched it several times, then I
switched it off. Ellen had gone out for the evening, so we had the place to
ourselves. There was an awkward silence for a few seconds, and I was busy
trying to think of something to say to fill in the gap when Brad leaned forward
and kissed me. His lips were firm and insistent, and I gasped with surprise. I
certainly wasn’t expecting that.
    This was
different from most of my other encounters. Somehow this was not just sensual,
but caring and loving, too. I felt like a schoolgirl on her first date,
enjoying the touch of a man for the first time. I responded, putting my hands
round the back of his head and pulling his mouth tighter against mine. I felt
stirrings of longing, deep within me. I wanted to feel his flesh next to mine,
and when he pushed me gently back against the sofa, I didn’t resist.
    We lay back
together, kissing softly. Then I felt his tongue probing into my mouth, like a
precursor of sexual penetration, a gentle reminder of what we could be doing.
It felt good. Brad slipped an arm around me and I felt his fingers tracing down
my back, then caressing my buttocks. I ran my fingers down his back, from the
hard muscles of his shoulders to the small of his back. Brad kissed me on the
cheeks, then gently worked his way downwards, kissing my neck, my shoulders,
and then moving further down to kiss my breasts through my clothes. Was
parachuting really better than sex? I had a feeling I was about to find out for
sure. Brad brought his hand up and slipped it under my T-shirt, sliding up to
my breasts and gently caressing them. I couldn’t help but let a moan slip out.
Damn, it felt good. I felt a burning desire to get naked, to feel his bare
muscles next to my soft flesh.
    And then he
stopped. In mid boob grope. He pulled away from me with an apologetic look on
his face.
    ‘Angel,’ I
apologize. ‘I was getting carried away…I didn’t mean to take advantage?’
    Take advantage? I thought. You
wouldn’t be the first, not by the long way. But I sensed that would be the
wrong thing to say. I guess he was the kind of guy who expected a little more
sophistication from his ladies.
    Fuck.
    No fuck.
    I stumbled over
my words. ‘Oh…er, me too! That’s not like me at all!’
    Hey, stop
laughing….I was trying to be serious. Brad stood up and straightened his
clothing, and I felt obliged to do the same. He bent down and kissed me quickly
on the cheek, the kind of kiss you give your grandmother when you say goodbye.
‘I’m sorry…I’d better go. I’ll call you on Monday…about work, that is.’
    Within a few
seconds, he had regained his composure, and became the confident and self assured
Brad once more. With that, he hurried out of the