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Tentacle Romance

Tentacle Romance

Maximus
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Fantasy
5 Chapters
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R18+
Modern
Fantasy
Love triangle
Sexual slave
Attractive
Badboy

Dave meets Crystal, and the chemistry is instant. Later, he meets her sister, Trish - and the chemistry is instant. His father gets involved. Things expand rapidly from there, with one 'adult' situation after another. Dave's confidence soars. More 'adult' friends appear and join in. A larger sexual group finds their place with each other as their sexuality finds new highs. The experiment of whether sex leads to love and vice versa is heavily tested.

Chapter 1 Crystal

The brunette on top of me was rising and dropping on my phallus in a high-speed frenzy. Her eyes were jammed shut as she ramped up to another orgasm.

Crystal was the most gorgeous woman I'd ever met, and I'd only seriously met her about ten hours earlier when I got on a flight from Atlanta to Sarasota. She was the lead flight attendant. The flight wasn't very crowded, and I obviously wasn't the only person on the flight that recognized her beauty. I watched how others sized her up as they came in the door to the plane, especially the men close to her age, like me.

I'd had dreams for years about falling in love with someone as beautiful as Crystal, marrying her, and doing all the normal things that people do to grow old together and be happy. But, there were a few impediments to doing that in my life. For one, I was a nerd and somewhat shy. The likelihood of even dating a girl like Crystal was foreign. For another, I had no hope of ever meeting somebody like Crystal; at least I didn't think so. I was nearer to thirty than twenty, and had had zero romantic interludes in my life. I worked mostly alone in an isolated office and most of my work conversations were by phone or online. I didn't hang out in bars or at beaches. That was probably where the talent like Crystal was.

I was also undecided about the type of girl I wanted in my life. Did I want the 'little lady' or the 'sexy slut' wife ready to do anything, or something in the middle? What kind of life would either of those deliver and would I like it? I fantasized about both. Of course, my reading emphasized the sexy wife, so I leaned in that direction.

My impersonal initial meeting with Crystal at the door of the plane shouldn't count. She said, 'Welcome," and gestured towards my right to the passenger compartment – not rocket science, since I wasn't going to fly the plane. What did count was that I had a seat in the first row of the plane. As it turned out, we chatted as she worked and prepped the beverage service, and then as she collected things and put them away. She was outgoing and friendly, making up for my shyness. She had a knack for getting me to speak and be friendly. I was sure she was the perfect woman.

Crystal was totally professional, yet she was gorgeous – a total homerun in terms of looks. She was about five-foot-five without her low heels, light brunette verging on blonde, long hair in a ponytail, high cheek bones, a smile that lit up the morning, and a very sunny disposition. I doubt little truly upset her; she was too happy to allow that to happen. I assumed that lots of stuff happened in her job that required many skills on her part. Some airlines were talking about brawls in the passenger cabin.

With no expectations and in my usual blunt manner, I told her my impressions of her, adding in some humor to lighten the moment. She laughed and told me that flattery would get me 'everywhere'. I suggested with a smirk that 'everywhere' should start with me buying her lunch at the airport. I assumed that might be a safe environment for her, especially since she didn't know me from Adam. I'd already told her I was Dave Toller plus I forgot she had the passenger manifest that indicated who sat in what seat.

The Sarasota airport turned out to be the end of the line for each of us. We both lived in the city. After she asked a few questions, we agreed to flee the airport in our own cars and to meet at a breakfast-lunch place that specialized in omelets after she'd been able to get out of her flight attendant's 'uniform', as she called it.

I half expected to be stood up when I got there at the appointed time. I'd never asked such a beautiful woman out in my life. I could count other women I'd asked out on two hands and have fingers left over. I wondered why I'd done what I did. I was not an ugly Quasimodo, but I'd had a couple of traumas in my life, and I had a nerdy kind of job as a computer geek. At least, I had learned to dress smartly, especially for client work that I was coming home from; and my geeky personality had smoothed out as I picked up some social graces and developed a few friends.

Crystal showed up, as promised, with her winning smile. She certainly made my day brighter. I'm sure I glowed for her. She'd changed into tennis shoes, Bermuda shorts, and a pretty short-sleeve top.

Our lunch at an outdoor table lasted three hours. Unless I misread the situation, we were enthralled with each other. We had CHEMISTRY, in large capital letters. She made my heart beat faster. We were on the same wavelength, talked the same language, and our hearts were often beating as one. We couldn't get enough of each other, I was certain. My brain started to assemble sappy love letters to her, but I kept a lid on it lest I scare her away. A first 'date', if we could even call it that, was not the place for such frivolities.

We were both single. She'd been a flight attendant for five years, and given the turnover of new employees in that industry, she was becoming an old timer. She told me that over half of new hires wash out during training, and that half of those remaining don't stay past the one-year mark.

She had a degree in communication and media, but wanted to travel and see the world before settling down and maybe getting what she called a 'real job'. So far, she'd traveled to every continent, and was filling in the blank spaces on each with other travel. Europe was her favorite holiday destination.

Crystal was also learning to fly. "The routine of the job is kind of boring. We see the same cities over and over, and I don't have a guy in every port, nor do I party until I drop at nearby night clubs. Instead, I started to apply my time to studying aviation and flying. When I'm home here, or when I have a longer layover, I take a flight lesson."

Crystal's family was from North Carolina. She told me that she wanted some distance from them so that they weren't checking up on her all the time, so after graduation from UNC she moved south as she took the airline job. She'd been fortunate enough to score flights from her home airport, but she occasionally filled in on flights from the Tampa airport, especially when she could get booked on an overseas flight with a few days of layover in some great destination city.

I explained my work as a computer security specialist, and tried to avoid making my canned speech sound like a self-serving snow job. I don't think she took it that way. I'd been with a client in Atlanta, but I'd grown up and lived in Sarasota. I had family there.

I explained how I'd gone for a computer science degree, and how, as a young teen, I'd lived with my bereaved father in Sarasota after my mom had died. She passed way too early in her life from a sudden auto-immune disease that was fast-acting and all but untreatable. We were shocked. I was devastated, but my dad coached me through the trauma but he wasn't much better off than I was.

Crystal and I compared notes on lots of areas in our life, including sports, favorite hobbies, and so on. We even did politics and religion and spirituality. We said little about our families otherwise.

I finally had to end our long lunch. I still had a few client calls to make before the work week ended at five p.m. We traded phone numbers. I asked about a dinner date, but she was busy – of course. She promised to counter with another day and time after she had her flight schedule for the next month in hand. I didn't push the issue by offering up more dates and times. We loosely said we'd talk the next day, if not even try to get together over the weekend. Given my background and her style and looks, I was pessimistic that I'd ever see her again.

We parted with a polite hug and she gave me an affectionate kiss on my cheek that burned for two hours and left me on a huge high. I felt proud of myself for not coming onto her in a stronger way as well as for not being overly shy and avoiding her altogether. If there had ever been a woman that I wanted to get to know better and have in my life, I hadn't found her until Crystal.

One of the calls I'd promised to make was to my father. He lived in a nice neighborhood near the city called Bird Key. The entry way to the gatehouse had a fountain, a guard house, and the streets were all named after various types of indigenous birds.

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Latest Release: Chapter 5 Crystal II   02-07 14:07
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1 Chapter 1 Crystal
28/01/2023
2 Chapter 2 Incite
28/01/2023
3 Chapter 3 Everything Flirty
28/01/2023
4 Chapter 4 Agenda
28/01/2023
5 Chapter 5 Crystal II
28/01/2023
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