The little Indian Chief

Ok.. this is a long one.. hope you don't mind.  There's a back story then the recent stuff all in 1 post cus I didn't want to break it up... who knows when I'd blog again lol.

I had originally met the Indian Chief in 2004.  I can't remember exactly HOW I met him, but I think it was online somehow? Idk.. anyway.. we started talking and he told me that he was currently married, but in the process of a divorce.  Yes, they still lived in the same house but did not sleep in the same room.  My 1st reaction was to call bullshit on his story.. but I didn't... least not to him lol.  To him, I gave him the benefit of the doubt, to me and others.... yea.. we all agreed it sounded like a typical story.

He was good looking.. tall.. dark brown hair, light green eyes, and a goatee.  Not many indians with green eyes.. but.. who isn't mixed now a days? lol

We met for the 1st time in person at a Wendy's while he was on his lunch break.  Thought it would be the best place and time for an initial meeting.  It was public, it was fast food and he was on his hour lunch, so if it didn't go well, it would at least be over quick. Of course it was awkward at first, but by the time the hour was over, we were joking around and had a good time.  Sadly, I did like him.  We kept in contact often.. he was always calling or texting to say hi and see how I was.  Now, don't get me wrong.. I love an attentive man.. what I DON'T like however.. is a hoverer.  The more we talked, the more he wanted to.  I got to the point where I started not answering his calls or texts right away or at all.  One day, I was at work.. (I worked at a birthing clinic) and I'm at the nurses station drawing blood on a new patient and I get a call from the receptionist.  She tells me I have a visitor and she's sending him back.  Him?!? WHAT?!

Before I hang up, guess who decided to darken my doorway? The Indian Chief.  With flowers.  I was taken back.  I don't like unannounced visitors at work.  I don't think it's appropriate.  Also, this is a OB/GYN/Birthing Center... it's full of women.  I didn't think it was appropriate to have a male visitor at any time.  But.. there he was.. with a bouquet of flowers.  I tried to hide my irritation and told him I'd be with him in a minute after I finished with the lady in front of me.  I instructed him to the kitchen area and told him to wait for me there.  After apologizing to the patient for the interruption.. though she was nice about it and thought it was sweet he brought me flowers... I just rolled my eyes... I finished her up and sent her to the exam room.  I took a few breaths before going in to talk to him because..yeah.. it was nice he brought me flowers.. but I was still pissed he just walked into my place of work. 

I finally joined him in the kitchen and TRIED to seem happy.  It really was a nice gesture.. and he didn't think he was doing anything wrong.  He actually thought he was being thoughtful and romantic.. or some shit like that anyway.  Luckily, the other ppl in the office.. including the Dr. and the office manager, thought it was sweet too and didn't get mad.  I thanked him for the flowers, sat and chatted with him for a bit but had to get back to work and sent him on his way.  I really couldn't get and stay mad at him, he didn't know how I felt about visitors at work.. I had never told him.  Not his fault, it was mine.  All the way home I contiplated what I was going to do.. he was still saying they were in the 'process of divorce' whatever the hell that means. 

The next week or two, he had asked me out to dinner a few times and I was always 'busy'.  (lie lol)  Slowly.. he eventually got the picture that I was pulling away and stopped texting/calling so often.  We would still chat online.. but again.. every so often.  I had finally written him off cus really.. I didn't want to get involved with a married guy and I just didn't buy the 'in the process' bs line. 

He calls me a month later... I dont answer.  He texts me.. says he wants to talk to me.  I don't reply.  He tries to contact me online, I don't answer.  Finally, he sends me a msg telling me his divorce is final and she's moved out.  Now I feel like an ass for not believing him. So, I start talking to him again.  We still haven't gone on a date yet.. but I want to take it slow.  Before we were able to, our area got hit with 3 hurricanes.  1 every 2 wks to the day.  We had a lot of damage to our property, including the roof.  He calls me the next after after the 1st one to see how I am.. I tell him about some of the damage and the roof.  He says he's 'in the area' and he'd come by to help some.  'In the area', huh?  He lives almost an hr away.. wtf is he doing in my area the morning after a hurricane? lol

Anyway, so I tell him.. 'yeah.. ok.. if you want, thats fine'. My parents hadn't met him yet.. my thoughts were.. why bother? He was married.. it wasn't going to go anywhere.  But.. they did that day.  He was awesome.  He pulled up, shook hands with my parents, asked where they needed the help (which was getting on the roof to put tarps down.. since our ladder was in the shed that was now a pancake in the back yard).  He didn't waste any time.  He grabbed his own ladder, grabbed the tarps and nails, and was already on the roof nailing the 1st one into place before my dad was even on his way up the ladder lol.  He stayed awhile helping with anything and everything.  Idk, maybe I'm strange, but it was at that moment that I stopped and really looked at him.  He was such a nice guy, he didn't have to come all this way to help.. but he did.  He didn't have to stay and work out in 105 degree heat for hours to help people he hardly knew.. but he did.  I had decided to really give him a chance.

But it didn't last long.  He quickly became hovering again.  Always wanting my time... always asking me what I was thinking, what I wanted,.. when he could see me again.. just so many damn questions. He'd ask me to come over, I'd give him a 'yeah.. maybe.. what time?' and never show up.  He'd call to see where I was.. I wouldnt' answer.  We went round and round like this for a few more months.  I don't really know why I wouldnt' just tell him to move on.  I don't know why I played stupid games with him.. or why I was such a bitch to him. I can't remember why.  But I was young, well.. kinda young.. I was about 25 or so.  I didn't WANT to see how I was acting.. I just brushed it off. 

During all of this.. we had never had sex.  We kissed.... twice I think? But that was it.  No wondering hands.. no oral.. nothing.  It wasn't even like a real kiss.. but more of a peck on the lips.

We didn't really talk again for almost 3 yrs.  There were occasions where he'd send me a msg online to say hi and ask why I don't talk to him anymore,.. but I wouldnt' answer those either.  6 months later I get a msg that he's getting married.  Call me a total bitch.. but I hated that he was getting married.  I didn't want him.. but now that I knew I COULDN'T have him.. it made me mad.  I wished him the best and closed that chapter of my life.  He was gone. It was over.  No more chances even if I wanted them.

Until 3 yrs later lol.  He IM's me to see how Im doing, whats new.. all the stuff.. says they've hit a rough patch, all they do is fight and he thinks its over.  Then he tries to get me to talk about sex with him.  That's when I stopped the conversation and signed out.  I wasn't going to be used like that. 

Fast Foward to a wk ago......(a little over a yr since the last time we talked)
He IM's me again.. the standard stuff.  What's new.. hows things, blah blah blah.  He's still married.. but (again.. or rather still) going through rough times.  Has been for over a yr now.  I asked, why not get divorced he says they want to, but they own their home together and neither wants to move, but can't sell it either cus no one could afford to buy it right now and they'd have to at least get enough to pay off the mortgage.  (here we go again.. right?.. sound familiar??)  He wants to know why I stopped talking to him before.  Told him the convo I didn't like since he was married, I wasn't gonna be used as his outlet when shit was getting bad at home to just be tossed aside when they worked things out.  We have a nice conversation about that.. talk some things out and I apologize for my behavior over the years.  He tells me that he really liked me, never stopped, and thought that we would still be together had I not acted the way I did.  We talk about his marriage... how they fight all the time and when she gets mad at him she locks him out of the bedroom.  That he's over it.. she acts childish about everything.  About how he's been wanting to go back to school and get a degree in computers but she told him it was a waste of time that he'd never find a job when he was done.  I kinda felt bad for the guy.. she sounds like someone who likes to keep ppl down, instead of lift them up.  He went ahead and enrolled in school anyway and it sent her over the edge because she 'told him not to do it and he didnt' listen' like he's some child.  That's when he moved into the spare bedroom.  She comes home from work, eats and stays in her room all night.  They hardly speak, and when they do it's only fighting.  She'll leave him a list of things to do around the house and hits the fan when he doesn't' do all of them.  She knows he has class on Wed. nights, so she's even gone as far as telling him 'it BETTER be done when i get home from work, I dont care if you have to miss class to do it.'  I didn't believe him.. I mean.. someone can't be THAT nasty, right? He showed me the texts from her.  I was floored.  This bitch needs a slap in the face.

Anyhow.. It had been a while for me.. soooooo.. yes.. i didn't shoot him down when he wanted to talk about sex.  We moved from IM to texting.. then he decided to call me 1 night.  She was home,.. he didn't care.  We talked for 2 hrs.  We decided to meet for lunch yesterday.  He still lives almost an hr away so we decided to meet in the middle at the mall parking lot and go from there.  I'm sitting in the truck waiting on him, reading a book and I hear this loud motor.  I'm thinking.. 'god! ppl and their redneck trucks.. so annoying' and I look up.. and there he is.  It was him.. he's on a motorcycle.  I jump out of the truck and walk over, before I even say hi, he grabs me and kisses me.  Hard. Tongue and all.  I'm like WHOA!!!!!! I started to pull back, but he grabs me by my hair and pulls me in closer.  After a minute he lets me go and i'm all dizzy, out of breath and wide eyed.  He chuckles and tells me he's picked a place for lunch.  I tried to clear my head and ask him where.  He taps the saddle bags on his bike and says he brought it.. we're going to the park.  After another kiss, I jump back in the truck to follow him.  15 min later we pull into a huge park.  There's all different places to park, you can park by the water to fish, park at the camp site or park near the trails where they have picnic tables and bathrooms.  We choose there since there's no one else around to bother us with their kids or rowdy drunks.  We have a nice lunch of sandwhiches, soda, chips and he even brought 'desert'.. a couple of hersey kisses lol.  It may not have been a top notch meal, but it was the thought that counted.  Never had anyone plan a picnic for me before.

After we ate he took me on a ride on his bike.  He only had 1 helmet tho, so he gave it to me and he went without.  We came back to the picnic area a little later and talked.  Then talking turned to kissing.. which turned to touching outside the clothes.. then went to inside the clothes..

We decided it was probably best to move away from there in case anyone pulled up so we went deeper into the trails to continue.. then off the trails a little so we weren't so visible.  He pushed me up against a tree and started to unbutton my pants.  I wrapped a leg around him so it would be easier to get to what he wanted.  After all the playing around at the table, as soon as his fingers touched me I came instantly.  I dropped down to my knees, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled him into my mouth.  He teetered back like he was losing his balance,.. so we switched places.. with him now against the tree.  I didn't even get to do it for 30 more seconds when he told me he was about to cum.  He pulled me up, reached down, took my boots off me and slid my pants off too.  My 1st thought was.. this is gonna hurt to stand on the ground in only socks... but that thought was quickly pushed out of my head.  He turned me back around to the tree, got down on his knees, lifted my leg over his shoulder and pulled my panties to the side.  His tongue hit the right spot as his fingers went inside.  I'm shocked I didn't tear my shirt up from wiggling against the tree so much.  I came 2 more times that way until I couldn't take it anymore.  I grabbed him by his shirt and said "either stop completely.. or fuck me now.. I can't take any more of this!!' 

He stood up, turned me around, I bent over and he slid in..  with the warning that it's been a long time and he probably wouldn't last long..and that's where it ended the 'fun' and became comical.

See.. I'm only 5'2"... he's 6'1".  Do the math.  We don't align up right.  I'm short.. and even shorter when I'm bending over.. cus I'm not as flexible as I used to be and bend my knees a little lol.  Plus, ppl kept either walking by or riding on their bikes. This is how the conversation went:

me: "ok.. it's clear.. go!'
him: "SHIT! Wait.. I hear someone.. stop moving.. ok.. they're gone..'
Me: "GO! God. goooo!!' Shit.. this isn't working.. UGGGHHH!! Why can't I be 6 inches taller!! This is BULLSHIT!! Where's a fucking stump when you need one? Why can't there be any fucking random stumps sitting around this damn park! It's woods for Christ sakes!'
Him: "wait.. there's a fence"
Me: 'what. the. FUCK do you want with a fence? I'm NOT sitting on a fence! How would that even work!??'
Him: 'put your feet in the holes.. that will bring you up some'
Me: 'and then what? Bend OVER the fence? Are you MAD?! I think you've lost your damn mind! I'm NOT gonna get impaled by a fence... how am I gonna explain THAT to my parents?? They think I'm at Olive Garden!!'

So.. at the time.. it wasn't a funny conversation, but as I played that back in my head on my way home.. I couldnt' stop laughing.  Really J!? You're 1st thought was.. 'they think i'm at Olive Garden?' lmao.

Anyway.. So we decide it ISN'T going to work.. so we start to get dressed.  BUT! I wasn't leaving until I got dick! (I can be pretty determined when I want to be lol).  I remembered the bathrooms.. I pulled my jeans back on.. grabbed my boots and his hand and pulled him back to the picnic areas without saying a word.

him: 'Where are we going?"
Me: (turning around to face him) 'Look.. i want you to fuck me. It's obviously not going to work out HERE (i point to the trees) so we're going in THERE!!' (I point to the bathrooms and turn around and keep walking.

He's close behind me when we arrive and  I hear him mudder as I'm opening up the womens bathroom is.. 'I hope they don't have cameras here....'

I pull him inside, turn on the light, drop my boots, and rip my jeans off and kneel on over the toilet all before he was able to unbutton his jeans lol.  I turn my head back towards him and ask 'you coming? or do I have to do this myself?'

Without another word, he closes the distance between us in 1 step, while dropping his pants, and is back inside me again.  It didn't take but a few seconds and we were both cumming.  I guess all that playing around earlier did it or it really HAD been a long time like he said.  Either way.. I got mine.. a few times.. and he got his. 

We cleaned up, went back to the picnic tables and talked for a little longer before calling it a day.  I was starting to fall asleep and knew I had to get home and NOT look like a bum sleeping in a park lol.