Gail - A Very Unusual Girl

The way I met Gail and how our relationship began was unusual ... much about her is unusual. She works in a municipal office. I had difficulty registering an old motorcycle I had restored and in the process of completing the registration I had several meetings with her. On one occasion my girlfriend went with me. Gail flirted openly with me. I'm not sure she would have done that had my girlfriend not been there. I got the feeling her intentions were more about proving her attractiveness, a kind of competition, rather than a real interest in me.

Gail is very attractive, pretty. Mulatto I thought at the time. I found out later her grandmother was African and grandfather Caucasian. Height about 5.5 feet, a boyish figure with smallish breasts. Her eyes are striking, pale, blue-green. She knows she's attractive; her eyes met mine and she kept eye contact with me throughout the meeting, an amused, challenging expression on her face.

I sensed more than observed my girlfriend's irritation with the situation. Gail completely ignored her, like she wasn't there. 

Her computer system was slow and while waiting for responses she kept up a light banter with me. Lots of hair flicking and smiling. She has dark hair, very tight curls, thick hair worn shortish. Her neck-line was not inappropriately low cut but she kept adjusting and fidgeting with  it, pulling it up as a girl may do if she was uncomfortable with I guy staring at her cleavage.

"I like your sweater," she said during one delay with the computer system. I could have ignored it but I thought it would be impolite. So I replied, "What do you like about it?" I just said the first thing I could think of. It's actually a very ordinary sweater.

She ignored my question and said, "I would look good in it, don't you think?" A heavy silence ... my girlfriend's annoyance was now palpable. Gail let the discomfort hang for moments then rescued me from my dilemma of finding a reply and burst out laughing, "It's way too big for me, I'm not trying to wangle a sweater out of you."

When we left Gail called me back. My girlfriend was half way down the corridor already. I thought there was something relating to the registration she'd perhaps forgotten. "When you get tired of that sweater," she smiled, "you can give it to me." And fingering her name tag she said, "I'm here every day, seven to five thirty and I'm not likely to leave this job soon."

It was insensitive of me to let the flirting happen, my girlfriend right there. I could have prevented it politely. I didn't and that was wrong of me. My girlfriend went into a three week sulk.

About a week later, I got a call from Gail; there was a form she wanted me to fill in, but please to send it to her personal email, not the department. She would send the from to me from her personal email. I did not question why.

The mail arrived. The attachment was a photo of herself. I know now it wasn't a case of wrong-file-attached-in-error, but I treated it as such. I made a joke of it and replied, "Thanks for the lovely photo, but where on it should I fill in the information you want :)?" In the days that followed our emails became quite chatty, some personal and some about the registration. She sent me more photos, where she lives, her dog, photos of her little girl, Gail is a single mom.

Later the conversation became even more personal ... what do I think of piercings? Belly-button in particular? Do I think it's sexy? I made a very neutral reply. Her emails were now entirely personal, like we were friends. She was very obviously putting herself in my path and at some stage I will have to make a call, do I end it or do I want it to become something more?

I stalled. There was no overt invitation, but I had a feeling it was going to happen soon. She'd sent quite a number of photos already and there were now some oblique comments indicating there may be some "more of me" photos in the pipe line ... worded in a way that suggested "more of me" should be interpreted in the context of photo content rather than number of photos.

They arrived. The first one was a selfie of her belly-button piercing with jewelry, her other hand, the one not holding the camera/phone pulling down her panties for a better view. Bare breasts were partially cropped out of the picture. What do I think? She wants it to be sexy but not unsubtle. Would I give her a guy's opinion.

I was again able to give a neutral reply. I said, "Guys do a snap first impression of a girl, sexually attractive or sexually not attractive. In my opinion adornments may intensify his feeling if he's already attracted but it probably does more for the girl feeling sexy about herself than for the guy finding her more attractive than he did at first."

The next batch contained mirror selfies, full length nude photos, tasteful, but very sexy. A direct question this time, "Don't tell me about "guys" again, do you think I'm sexy?"

I believe a girl will let a guy know he's allowed to hit on her. I had been given a very clear message. My decision was made easier by my girlfriend still being in her long sulk. I did not reply to the email, I called Gail. In the conversation I asked her if she wants sex with me because I want it and have wanted her from when we first met. My hesitation had been because I am in a relationship.

She did not answer my question directly. I discovered she does that, not answer directly. She just said, "My daughter visits her grandmother Sundays, I'll email you my address ... I'm glad you want me."

I was nervous when I arrived at her place, but she put me at ease in seconds of opening the door. It felt like I was an old friend coming for coffee. It was the most perfect first time welcome at the door I have ever experienced, warm, glad-you-are-here, smiling. She was totally comfortable having me in her home.  She was dressed very casually, shorts T-shirt and barefoot. "Come," she said, "let's talk ... I've been wanting to talk with you ... a real conversation ... a conversation between two people who like one another(?)" She ended the sentence with that up-talk intonation that sounds like a question but isn't, Valley Girl accent. I love Valley Girl speak.

We went into the kitchen. She made coffee and chatted away like we really were old friends. I've never felt so comfortable with a girl so soon. She poured coffee and we took it through to the lounge. There was no hesitation, she curled up next to me on the sofa, leaning against me and mugs in hand we talked. Or rather she talked and smiled and I just enjoyed it. 

"Wait," she said putting down her mug and taking mine and putting it down too, "I want to kiss." I have not experienced such a natural feeling being together ever. It was passionate and warm and exciting. We stopped. She was panting. "Do you mind cold coffee?" she asked. This time I was the one who did not answer. 

In the bedroom she took off her clothes and kissed me while I was still undressing. We lay down together and kissed again ... long passionate kissing. I put my mouth on her breasts. She lay back enjoying it.

For long moments she'd look into my eyes. I was not uncomfortable. There was nothing hasty or furtive about our lovemaking. It was slow, sensuous and intense. I've thought a long time about how to describe the connection I feel with her. It's exciting and calm at the same time, lustful and loving. She has a way of letting me know what she wants and when we should do it.

Fucking with Gail is unusual. She starts off with quiet enjoyment and then it keeps intensifying ... the "intensity" is a mixture of panting, groaning, pushing herself against me, her fingers digging into my back and my butt, pulling me into her ... she wants to share, wants me to know her enjoyment, the level of her pleasure. It keeps on intensifying. As she gets closer to cumming the urgency builds more quickly. It's like the music in Space Oddessy, it builds and builds and builds ... just when you think, this is as good as it gets! there's more ... when she cums its like a dam burst ... and then long moments of one-ness, there's no me, no her, we've melted and dissolved into one another.

And then suddenly, the urgency gone, panting stopped, the smile is back in her eyes and she's all matter of fact, "Let's go finish our coffee .. probably very cold."