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Stepping out of the gangway into the airport -- our eyes meet. My heart leaps inside my chest at our first site. He is just as I remembered; I had not forgotten his face or his bearing after all. We smile, he steps up to me and pulls me into his arms. I bury my face in his neck and breathe his scent. Secretly, I want to cry -- this is home -- a familiarity that soothes my soul. He kisses the top of my head.
Looking into his eyes, I jokingly tell him, "There is nothing better out there in the world than this, so stop looking."
He laughs, takes my face in his hands and kisses me soft and warm. Kisses me as if he cannot get enough and at last I feel desired. "Let's get out of her," he whispers into my ear. I know what he has in mind....then again, maybe I don't. A tickle shimmers in my stomach at the unexpected.
I know, I know, I packed the kitchen sink, again. You know how I arm!!! I have to be prepared. I drop my head mimicking shame and so the game begins!!!
Shaking his head we set off for the car. Down the hall, I suddenly stop and pull him back a step....Look!!! With a feigned gasp, "Oh my god....it is an empty wall!!! Over there!!!
Oh no you don't. We are not going to do that....I need more privacy. Do not want to cause a scene, eh???
Even though the wall is just begging for my ass to be imprinted on it, under my breath, I whisper, "Coward".
"Come on.... He admonishes and pulls me into step again as we head out of the door to the parking lot. Tossing my bag into the back seat, he straightens to face me. I lean him against the side of the car, kiss his neck and stroke slowly between his nicely muscles thighs. Squeezing him gently, I whisper in his ear, "I am ready now, no one will see, let's do it, quick here."
He grabs my wrists stopping my hand from its purpose. Leaning harder against him, raising a knee, I place it on the fender next to his hip, pinning him against the car.
Come one, be brave this one time, it does not have to take long. I just need to feel you inside me now. With a lusty tone to my voice.....let's show em' how it is done.
Grabbing my arms he easily lifts me off of him. Holding onto me, kisses me deeply then guides me to the car door. Get in. We will be at my place in no time.
One settled into the cat, I get a taste of what is to come. We kiss deeply, lighting our passion. His hand searches my body, and finally slips under my skirt. Move my own between his legs and the apparent desire fills my hand. I am cascading into the passion of our kiss and my mind is spiraling out of control. I only feel hot desire and the passion to be set loose. He gently pushes me back into my seat and starts the car without a word.
After a quick drive-by tour of the town, pointing out highlights along the way, we arrive at this apartment. Opening the door for me, I step in and my first sense of the pace is -- coziness. It is overstuffed but that is not surprising.
Oh, I nearly trabzon escort forgot, I brought you a little house-warming present!!! I reach into my bag and I pull out a box. He takes it from me, glancing sidelong at me. I know he does not like to receive gifts. It embarrasses him for some reason.
It is really nothing, I assure you, I made it myself so you know it did not cost much. We sit on the couch and he opens the box. Inside is a hand-bound leather journal. I have always encouraged him to write. He has much to say, to express. I feel he should write it down, if only for his son to read one day, far into the future.
It is a personal journal....not a diary....but a place to write down feelings, memories of your family, and your personal life. Your parents and grandparents lives. What they went through, what you went through. Anything!!! You do not need to eloquent or philosophical; as a matter of fact it is best if it is in your own speaking style. There are no rules when writing in a journal. I explain. Fill it with what is in your hear and heart. Teach what you have learned the hard way. Put down your hopes and the dreams for your son and for their children. Then put it away for them to read and cherish one day.
They will, you know?? I continue. They will cherish your words when they are older, and need to know and appreciate their father.
Thanks. He stands, taking his gift and placing in on the desk. Following him I announce, you are not going to sit at that computer while I am here!!!
Why not??? I see that he is grinning as he turns to face me. He knows I want to be the center of his thoughts this weekend.
You are paying attention to me. This will be the last precious time we spend together and I do not want to waste a minute.
Not even emails??? His eyes glinting.
"NO"
Mock sigh -- shoulder shrug, he wanders into the kitchen. He stands against the sink, arms crossed, watching me. Slipping my arms around his waist, I raise my face to his and kiss him gently. He returns the kiss as his hands slide into my hair. My fingers press into his back then I slowly pull his T-shirt from his jeans, guiding my fingers from his waist to his chest. Closing my eyes -- the sensation of touch deepens. I stop, holding very still, and savoring every sensation of joining our bodies, the portions of my body that are leaning into his. Hands in my hair, and on my neck. Warm, hard, soft, strong, supple...all the sensations are blended and yet very distinct.
He takes my by the arms and pushes me against the wall. Learning against me....I can barely breathe as his hands move beneath my shirt. His skill at bra-removal is amazing....I barely notice until his warm dry hands enclose around my breasts. I breathe slow and deep, kissing his neck slowly, parting my lips -- tasting him. I had nearly forgotten the taste of him.
Maneuvering to the side of my breast, his thumb moves up the center, brushing trabzon escort bayan my nipple, lightly moving, teasing, exciting me....my breathing shallows. His other hand slides down my waist spreading his fingers out across my skin. Searching the small of my back, the fingertips move inside my skirt waistband and into my thong.
I push my body into him, against his force which is pressing me to the wall. I feel the hair on his chest, running my fingers across and up to his shoulders. Kissing his jaw until his lips find mine. Soft pressure, lips part and tongues touch. Our kissing is warm and sweet and slow, savoring every moment. I help him pull his shirt off over his head and unfasten his jeans.
He grabs my hair, pulling my head back and his lips hot on my throat. He pulls my skirt up; fingers digging into my flesh....pulling my hips closer to his, tips of his fingers find my tender niche. Teasing around the edge before venturing in. Bites on my neck, then shoulder excite and frighten.
I pull my skirt off, I feel his lips move to my breasts, kissing and sucking, I hear nothing in the room, and my ears are filled only with what I feel. The world does not exist to me at this moment. I feel myself getting weaker and submissive. I want to fall to my knees and soon feel myself slipping down, but I am held tight. I want to speak, to beg to let go, but no voice comes.
He bends to scoop me up in his arms. He drops me onto the bed, grabs my ankles to pull to the end. My skirt is quickly removed and tossed aside and the thong follows.
Grabbing the back of my knees, he bends them up and lowers his face. His moist lips kiss my inner thigh, tempting me to move closer, but I am ordered to hold still. I grab the sheets to help me remember not to move. I stare silently at the ceiling as he trails kisses across my thighs, spreads my lips and tickles my clit with the tip of his tongue. The breath in my chest is being pulled from me.
He releases his hold on my legs, Grab your knees and hold them right where they are!!! Keep your legs spread wide!!!
I do as he says, moving my hands to grab the back of my knees. I feel his hands on each of my thighs, fingers moving extremely slowly toward my pussy. His fingers move lightly over my lips, barely touching my clit. I try to move closer but his hands push my hips down to the bed.
Don't move.........don't you dare move!!!
I hold my breath and my eyes begin to water. Warm and wet, his tongue tickles and tastes every inch of me. Slipping into me slowly, he brushes against my clit with a combination of sensations that are exquisite. His fingers are digging into my thighs before moving down, cupping me and spreading me open. I feel warm oil being spread luxuriously over my flesh. A finger guides itself into my pussy as deep as it will go....another is in my ass. He sucks on my clit and it takes all the strength and control that I am quickly losing, to hold escort trabzon still.
Rising, he pulls his jeans off, standing in front of me; he grabs me by the arms and pulls me up until I am sitting in front of him.
Put you hands behind your back.
Again, I do as I am told and look up at him.
Open you mouth....take it....all the way!!!
I know I won't be able to, but try to obey. Opening my mouth and taking the head of his cock into my mouth. I lean closer to take him in as far as I can. He grabs the back of my head and pushes it hard against hm. I choke as I feel his hard cock touch the back of my throat.
Take it or you know what I will have to do.
I feel a thread of fear rising, knowing I cannot do as he is ordering. Again, he pushes into my mouth. I tip my head back to allow his length to fill me, sliding over my tongue in rapid bursts. Gagging as he pushes deep....he pulls my head back and pushes me to the bed. Grasping my hips he tumbles me onto my stomach. My knees slide to the floor. He sits on the bed beside me and presses one hand down on the middle of my back....slapping my ass sharply several times....feels like forever, and yet not enough.
No, my cry is muffled by the sheets.
He ignores my please and chastises me, I warned you about what would happen. The palm of his hand hits me soundly and fingers land across my pussy. All I can think is how badly I need him to fuck me. To feel his hard cock drive into me at this very minute.
No, please............I beg.
Dismissing my cries, he repositions himself to his knees, still with a hand pressing on my back.
Put your hands behind your back. I reach behind me and my wrists are captured in a single vice like grip. He is kneeling between my legs when I feel the head of his cock on my ass. He holds it there....just resting against my aperture. Then ever so slowly, at least at first, he pushes his head through the tight opening. He forces his way into me, all the way. I have no control, I weep into the sheets. My pussy is pulsing. His fee hand reaches around to stimulate my clit.
Oh my god....fuck me....I feel myself delivered to the threshold of climax and he brings me to delirium. Not stopping the pumps into my ass hard and fast, working still with my clit keeping my orgasm going. Electrifying convulsions, my legs are quivering.
He releases my hands and grabs my hips with both hands, fingers gouging into my skin, pulling me close as he jams his hard cock as deep as he can, cumming, he stops for mere seconds before pushing, pulsing urging all he can from his orgasm. Biting my back at the peak of orgasm, I feel no pain, just fulfillment.
Later lying in tangled sheets, drifting in and out of sleep. He lies next to me, his hand resting on my belly in sleep. I feel soreness creeping in, but it will not keep me from thoroughly enjoying my weekend with this sensual man. I will take home bruises from our all too brief encounter. I did in the past as well. Reminders of giving out all to each other.
Our kiss goodbye is brief and sensual. The flight home is lost somewhere in my mind....I mellowed on the way home....settles into my future like easing into a pair of comfortable slippers.