The Squeeze on the Pier

The boat ride had been fun. The party was rather calm, but the memories ever so vivid. The friends and shared stories made the ride well worth the time. You see, the afternoon into late night tour boat ride was designed to let friends talk and relax away from the stress of life. Now the reality of life was closing in rapidly.

He had been nervous about asking her out. They were friends, they were talking to each other, they were close with each other, but they were not an item yet. He longed for the day he could just touch and feel her next to his skin. They had agreed to not rock the boat, until the perfect time. The not so choppy seas had an atmosphere to it that made him rethink his policy about just being friends.

As far as she was concerned, she had given all the signs necessary to let him know to make a move. If he wasn’t interested, there was not much else to do. She had danced close, she had complimented, she had hinted, she’d even winked more than usual. He seemed preoccupied by something and wasn’t willing to share. How she wished he could open his eyes and see that she was there waiting for him.

As the ride came to a close and they disembarked, the reality of life was glaring in their face. The challenge of waking up early after such a late night to go back to the office, that challenge would be hard. And to make matters worse, the prospect of a good night kiss seemed out of reach.

He dragged his feet and found every possible excuse to not get off the boat last. He joked with the crew, toured the boat one last time, checked out the engine room, acting all along as if he was solo. What she didn’t know was that he was trying to come up with a valid approach to kiss her. He wanted her so badly, but he couldn’t find the perfect transition. He couldn’t figure when she’s be receptive, if at all.

Finally, after some huffing and sighing, he seemed to get the clue. She wanted to go home. After all, he was her ride home. The sooner she got home, the better. Tonight had been the night she wore her good luck bras and panty only to find that once again, they didn’t do their job so well. Unlike other times, this night seemed to hold no kiss in sight.

Midway off the pier, to her delight, he seemed to walk closer to her than he’d done the whole night. If this was when he was getting the hint, it was about time. Had the night closed with no signs of him understanding, he’d be relegated to the friend zone indefinitely with no chance of parole.

Mid idle chat about the coming work day, the gentle sea breeze felt much cooler and breezier than she recalled…as she felt her skirt rise and a strong hand placed itself on her rear lifting her sligthly up onto her toes. The customary protest and playful slap of the shoulder had to appear convincing as her heart took in the feel of strength in his hand and hoped that this was the move she had been waiting for all night.

He pulled her close, turned his back towards the last of the passengers and turned his full attention to her. The grip felt amazing, the direction towards the light post felt reassuring. He was setting her up for that perfect ideal moment, leaning in, he tightened his grip and enjoyed seeing her lips part in both surprise and want.

The ground must have shifted or something because when he caught himself, he had her pinned against the post and was drinking her in thirstily. Their heaving chest showed that this had been the perfect moment. Sadly, he couldn’t take her home. He couldn’t spend the night with her. They didn’t live close and they both worked even further apart. The squeeze was all he was going to get, or was it?

Time to do something bold, take a huge risk. While hand still in place, he made a bid to take her panties off. The awkward effort tipped her fully on her toes and changed her tone. She pushed back. She clawed at his hands. She dug her nails in. The message was clear.. He had gone too far

She caught herself realizing he was misreading things again. She had to break her silence and give him a little guidance. Whispering, she said she didn’t feel comfortable undressing in public.. Hoping he got the hint, she stayed her ground quite firmly. Thankfully, she noted to herself, he stopped trying to remove her panty on the pier under the lights for all to see

Once in the car and safely in front of her house, she was very pleased that he had leaned in for an even more sensual a kiss and had been mindful to exercise discretion about where his hands moved about her body. She wanted to invite him up, but she knew he wasn’t going to risk missing work, not this weekend anyway. They were after all just friends.

As he prepared to escort her out and stumbled for words to thank her for a sweet night, she smiled because he was once again distracted, giving her time to slip off her panties. The look of surprise on his face made the night end perfectly. He got the hint.

As he walked her to her door, he made sure his back blocked all to see, as he gently pinned her against the darkest part of the entrance, kissed her good night, and let his hand slip below and grab another squeeze. They clearly were moving past friends.. And he made sure she understood that he understood that she understood.