Her Special Place For Innocense

When you live in New York City, downtown represents, the up and
comers, or the new money, as its called. Uptown represents the
established and entrenched, the old money as its called.

Bob had always worked downtown, he loved the narrow and crowded
streets of Wall Street. Loved to grab a kinish or a hot dog from a
vendor as he rushed down the bustling streets, reading the latest
financial news while speeding down the street.

A break from the hectic work day was a fresh ocean breeze at the
downtown Sea Port. Boarding a boat there for dinner with the Calypso
music playing was an enjoyable after work experience. You could throw
off your tie and have a good drink with dinner and talk about
everything and anything.

Wall Streeters are perhaps the most democratic of topic talkers in all
of New York City, and yes, the noise, everyone is always talking loud
and everyone is always opinionated, but it a nice sort of way, and the
laughs are always rolling.

But uptown is a whole different world, its quite jogs in and around
Central Park and reflective tranquilty at the Boat House. A thrill
packed day for the uptowners is a romp through the European Art
Galleries at the Met.

But for Bob, the all around downtown guy, life would take a strange
turn. He left downtown, and took a job uptown. And he would meet his
uptown girl in a very unusual way.

He was fairly new to his uptown job, and he was still trying to
acclimate to his new surroundings. Bob had to see one of the woman he
worked with about a project, he was working on. He headed toward where
she was, and when he got into vision of her, just then, she put her leg
up on a chair to tie her sneaker.

Bob knew she always switched to sneakers at a certain time of day to
go jogging. She was really into fitness. But as she lifted her leg on
to the chair to tie her sneaker, her skirt rode up her leg, revealing
the most beautiful thigh.

It was toned and solid from all the jogging. He kept coming toward
her, just about hypnotised by the vision of her ravaneous beauty, and
then crash. He was so busy looking at Monica that he hadn't noticed
that there was an obstruction on his path to her.

He tripped over the objects, that he would have normally noticed, and
before he knew it, he was laying on the floor with a slight trickle of
blood flowing from his chest and a small blood stain showing on his
shirt. Monica ran over to help him and said, let me get something to
stop that bleeding.

To his surprise, she pulled a first aid kit out of her office.

She said. "Don't move, you may have hurt your back."

Then she unbottoned his shirt and applied gauze to stop the
bleeding.

He said. "I think I'm okay, just a few scratches."

Then Bob got up and said. "See I'm fine, but thanks"

Then she said. "Wait, let me put some disinfectant on that cut. This
is going to sting."

She rubed the disinfectant all over the cut, but rather then feeling a
sting, all Bob could feel was her gentle caressing touch.

Bob knew that he should have been in pain, but he was so turned on by
her, all he could think of was, wow, she's dynamite. The next day, he
took Monica to lunch to repay her for her medicinal treatment, and they
both really seemed to click.

At first Bob felt a natural and normal lust for such a beautiful and
sexy woman that Monica was. But as he got to know her better, he felt
an unusual comfort with her. He was more relaxed with her than any
other woman he had ever known.

His feelings of lust were quickly being replaced by genuine feelings
of affection. He felt something very different with her compared to
other woman. He couldn't even quite understand it himself. But he knew
she made him laugh and he truely enjoyed her company.

She was different than any downtown girl that Bob had ever known. Bob
liked her a lot, but had thought that she was out of his reach. He
thought he just didn't have the kind of sophistication that she would
expect from a guy. But after that chance meeting Bob was now more
determined than ever.

He knew he was up against it, but she was too wonderful to pass up.
And Bob wasn't a quiter. When he made up his mind about something, he
went for it. In College, Bob had always been at the top of his class.
Things didn't always come easy for him, but he had an incredible
determination. He pined for her and he decided that he would do his
darndest to win her over.

Bob thought, well for her, I can make a few adjustments. Bob started
to date her and went to a few places with her that he would never
normaly go. Broadway plays, Opera's, Night Clubs, all places that never
entered Bob's mind. He was an avid sports fan and pre Monica, it was
hockey and basketball, but he went where she wanted because he just
wanted to be with her, and now the place was secondary in his mind, and
she was foremost in his mind.

Monica invited Bob out to the Hamptons for the weekend, not really his
kind of neighborhood, but how could he refuse. For the downtown people,
weekends were spent at the New Jersey shore, or Joisey, as they liked
to pronounce it. Bob knew the Hamptons were a whole different world for
him. At the Hamptons, he met her friends and family and he tried to be
as uptownish as he could be, but this was the world of the movers and
shakers, this was a world that he knew was much easier to be born
into.

But he did his best to get along with everyone and the main thing was,
he was there to be with her. They had dinner with her friends and
family, and then took a walk on the beach together. The beach, the
moonlight, everything was beautiful and quite romantic.

Monica took Bob to a place on the beach, that she said was special to
her.

She said, "Since I were a child, this had always been my own special
place and now I wanted to share it with you."

They strolled along the beach, hand in hand, and then when they got to
a part of the beach that was absolutely beautiful, she said to him,
this is it, this is my special place.

The sun had just set and a full moon was rising. It was beautiful how
the moon was reflecting off the water. It was very romantic. She gazed
into his eyes and then moved her lips close to his and then started to
kiss him. He thrusted his tongue deep inside her mouth and as he went
deeper, he could feel her embrace keep tightening around him. Then she
suddenly pulled her mouth away from his to speak.

She said. "I would like to do something that I haven't did since I was
a little girl."

He said, yes. "What is it?".

She replied. "I would like to wade into the water and feel innocent
again."

She touched her hand with his, and said. "Come with me."

Bob watched with surprise as she started to remove her clothes while
folding them and carefuly placing them on the sand. Bob undressed and
carefuly placed his clothes over hers to protect her clothes from the
blowing sand.

As they walked naked, hand in hand into the freezing water, she
screamed. "Oh, I feel innocent and free again."

They then embraced, and even with the freezing waters swirling around
them, Bob felt as if his body was on fire with the heat of
passion.

He could feel her firm breasts pressing against his chest as her hands
squeezed at his waist. His hands slid down the front of her body from
her stomach and stopped to squeeze her solid thighs. She then started
to rub her waist into his while allowing her hands to slide down past
his waist. As her hands explored below his waist, he started to gently
move his hands up her thighs and gently caressed below her waist.

They then started to walk back toward the sand, but they could wait no
longer. Before they were completly out of the water, they were suddenly
on the ground. While the water began to splash over them Bob found
himself embraced in Monica's arms.

As Bob slid his hands down Monica's thighs, he could feel her bite
hard into his neck. As a large wave started to crash over them, Bob
picked up Monica in his arms and carried her back to the beach. As he
layed her down in the sand, they kissed while he drove his toongue deep
inside her mouth. It was cold but their combined body heat was
sustaining them from the cold night air.

Monica then squeezed her arms tight around Bob's waist and screamed.
"I love you"

Bob screamed back. "I love you to"

As Bob gently touched her breasts, Monica's fingers dug into Bob's
back. As his hands moved down from her breasts to her waist, Monica
then spread her thighs wide apart.

As she felt his hands wander down from her waist, she yelled. "I love
you"

As Bob braced himself over her he said. "I love you to."

As their passion climaxed Bob said. "Never in my life have I felt this
wonderful."

Monica replied. "Never did I think that life could be as wonderful as
this."

They stood and had one last kiss and embrace before getting dressed.
Bob said. "I've never felt this way with anyone before, you're truely
wonderful."

Monica started to cry and said. "I've been waiting all my life for
someone to say that to me. Oh, God, how I love you."

Then Monica and Bob strolled back hand in hand.

Monica then turned to Bob and smiled, and said. "You know were going
to be bored out of our mind now by their idle chit chat."

Bob squezzed Monica's hand, and said. "It doesn't matter"

Then Monica said. "I'm glad you came. And did I ever tell you how much
I prefer downtown guys?"

Bob laughed and asked. "Did I ever tell you how much I prefer uptown
girl?"

She was uptown and he was downtown, but that weekend it didn't matter.
Bob thanked her for sharing her special place with him.

And then she asked. "Do you have a special place you wan't to show
me?"

Bob said. "Yeah, sure, but its a little bit out of your neighborhood.
Monica said, oh where is it. Bob laughed and said, its on the Joisey
Shore."