8:20am. I am standing in a hotel hallway knocking on the door. It opens and the Boss ushers me inside. Before you roll your eyes and groan...here we go again, I ask that you save your judgement until the end of the ride. The room is small and dark, but clean. He has been reading his kindle and has coffee and danishes. The kind with the raspberry jelly. He hugs me tighter than ever before. He lets go and sits on the end of the bed. I sit on the chair and we talk. About his job, my job, his crazy ex-wife, his new shared custody arrangement...we do not speak of his new fiance. It is nice to just talk to him, but it is not the same this time. Something isn't right. He had to beg for months to get me here again. He promised me and said "name the time and place and I am there." He was really excited but I just wasn't feeling it yet.
8:30. Small talk behind us, he stands up and puts out his hand to me. I stand up also and he starts kissing me. It is good. He is a great kisser. Still, its not the way it was and perhaps too much time and bullshit is between us now. As I wrap my arms around him, he feels slighter now- like he is disappearing before me. He is kissing me with urgency.
8:35. After kissing and groping, he takes off my shirt. He reaches around to undo my bra and can't. We laugh because he has always struggled with that. I undo my bra and he gets naked. I remove my pants and we start kissing again. It has been a long time since I have sucked his cock so I drop to my knees eagerly and begin sucking. He is clearly enjoying it so I am careful not to let him get too close to finishing. He sits on the edge of the bed again and reaches over and scoops up the raspberry jelly from his danish. he rubs it around my nipple and shoves the finger in my mouth. I sucked it clean for him then stand in front of him with one foot up on the bed. As he licks and sucks the jelly off he is fingering my clit and it is really good. I am starting to feel an orgasm and he whispers "cum for me baby." I do. He keeps sucking my nipples and I tell him I love it. Then he says to me "I missed you." The tone of his voice was a mixture of sadness and desperation. "Tell me you missed me." "Yes, I miss you every day and I want you all the time." "Good girl." Then he tells me to lay down and I do.
8:50. He is behind me trying to push his cock into my ass. I am more than ready. I have been waiting for this for so long. He can't quite do it though and asks me to get on my hands and knees. I oblige and he forgoes my ass altogether and begins to fuck me doggystyle. I am surprised but I figure he will try again shortly. The headboard is a mirror (sounds porno-riffic but the room was nice, not cheesy) and he says to me that my tits look great bouncing as he fucks me. I can't look. The phone rings and he laughs about it. After the third ring, he stops fucking me. I figure, he is answering the phone but no, he tells me he is done. "I'm sorry, it was just too good." Wow. I am pretty sure we just set some land-speed record. I figure he is going to clean up and maybe we will lay down and chat some more and fool around a little but he flatly tells me, "I have to go to work now."
9:00. I cleaned up very fast. I needed to get out of the room, out of his sight. I wanted to keep it together in front of him. I got into my car and looked at the clock. You have got to be kidding me! I drove away and started to cry. No, I am not crying over the awkwardly bad sex. Bad sex is annoying but nothing to cry about. I am crying because for the first time, I saw the real boss. He was no longer the strong, sexy, powerful take-charge man telling me what to do and fucking me on his terms. He was an aging, frail, desperate man needing to cling to a piece of his past and trying to forget the burdens of life for a little while. I am crying because I know I need to write about this, our very last meeting, and I am sad about the ending of our story. Although, now that I have seen the Wizard, I can go home.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Vacation!
Ok. It's not some fabulous get away to a remote island where you can live vicariously through me and be jealous. Nope, it's an eight hour car ride to my hometown in the south. And it was just what I needed.
Girls are bitches. I get now why guys complain so much. My friend wanted all of my attention then like a switch, none of it. There was no repeat of the hot couch orgasm unfortunately. Feeling used, I needed a break. I wanted to get away from the hubby, away from her, and really far away from the boss. I went to crash in my old bedroom at the parents' house. I went out with some old high school friends and just had fun. Sex was the last thing on my mind which probably explains what happened next...
My friend called me up. We were keeping in touch on Facebook and he knows I am married and he is in a long term committed relationship. It was never sexual for us. We have been friends since we were children. He asked me to come over late and he met me in his driveway and hopped into my car. His child was home and he didn't want to have to explain to his girlfriend who I was since she was the jealous type. We talked like old times and it was fun. Then I noticed he was stroking my hair. Hmmm. Ok. I leaned a bit toward his side to look at his house and he kissed me. Ah-ha! Now I get it. What the hell. It's not every day you get to have a do-over with a high school friend.
I realized he wanted me. I also realized he was a little shy. I have a new car (no more stick shift in the rib cage like with the baseball coach). I continued our mundane conversation as I dropped my armrest and cleaned out the space between our seats. Then I leaned over and kissed him. It was perfect. It wasn't all teeth like my husband, or all pressure like my boss. it was more like my friend's in that it was soft and light. My top was moved down and he freed my very lucky left breast. He cupped it and squeezed it gently while we kissed. He then moved his lips down to my very erect nipple. There is something so basic about making out in a car and I love it. I moved his lips back up to mine and moved my hand to his bulging jeans.
If I had known then, what I was about to know now, I would have never moved away. He started to tell me he couldn't promise me anything. I stopped him and told him I didn't ask for anything and this was just between us. He unzipped and pulled down his pants to his ankles and I dove face first into his crotch. His penis was amazing. Long, thick, pretty. I began to suck and his moans were letting me know I was doing a good job. He ulled me up and kissed me again. I asked if it was alright and he said he didn't want to finish too quickly. I smiled and dove down again but this time I sucked his balls until he begged me for more. Then before I could finish him, he pulled me up and started undoing my jeans. I was embarrassed to admit this but I whispered to him that I hadn't shaved. He assured me he was cool with that and began to rub my clit. I was in an awkward position hovering over him in the car. I had nowhere to put my hands and I had to grab his shoulders to keep from falling over. It was intense and if I were single, I would marry him and give him all the babies he wants. Wait, where was I?
Yes, I came. Hard. I made him stop and then I slipped his cock into my mouth again. He was forcing it to the back of my throat. I started to squeeze his balls while he did this and he whispered "Can I come in your mouth?" I issued the standard "uh-huh" since my mouth was full and he filled my mouth. He did something though that I haven't seen since the Baseball Coach- he yelled out when he came as though it were painful. Mercifully, he didn't cry. We straightened ourseves out, put our clothes back on, and continued our conversation like it didn't happen. But it did. When we were finally ready to part he hugged me so tightly. All I could do was say "You are a really good friend." He looked at me and laughed then kissed me goodnight.
I had to leave the next morning for home. We continue to chat now and then without directly mentioning it. We are both looking forward to my next trip home.
Girls are bitches. I get now why guys complain so much. My friend wanted all of my attention then like a switch, none of it. There was no repeat of the hot couch orgasm unfortunately. Feeling used, I needed a break. I wanted to get away from the hubby, away from her, and really far away from the boss. I went to crash in my old bedroom at the parents' house. I went out with some old high school friends and just had fun. Sex was the last thing on my mind which probably explains what happened next...
My friend called me up. We were keeping in touch on Facebook and he knows I am married and he is in a long term committed relationship. It was never sexual for us. We have been friends since we were children. He asked me to come over late and he met me in his driveway and hopped into my car. His child was home and he didn't want to have to explain to his girlfriend who I was since she was the jealous type. We talked like old times and it was fun. Then I noticed he was stroking my hair. Hmmm. Ok. I leaned a bit toward his side to look at his house and he kissed me. Ah-ha! Now I get it. What the hell. It's not every day you get to have a do-over with a high school friend.
I realized he wanted me. I also realized he was a little shy. I have a new car (no more stick shift in the rib cage like with the baseball coach). I continued our mundane conversation as I dropped my armrest and cleaned out the space between our seats. Then I leaned over and kissed him. It was perfect. It wasn't all teeth like my husband, or all pressure like my boss. it was more like my friend's in that it was soft and light. My top was moved down and he freed my very lucky left breast. He cupped it and squeezed it gently while we kissed. He then moved his lips down to my very erect nipple. There is something so basic about making out in a car and I love it. I moved his lips back up to mine and moved my hand to his bulging jeans.
If I had known then, what I was about to know now, I would have never moved away. He started to tell me he couldn't promise me anything. I stopped him and told him I didn't ask for anything and this was just between us. He unzipped and pulled down his pants to his ankles and I dove face first into his crotch. His penis was amazing. Long, thick, pretty. I began to suck and his moans were letting me know I was doing a good job. He ulled me up and kissed me again. I asked if it was alright and he said he didn't want to finish too quickly. I smiled and dove down again but this time I sucked his balls until he begged me for more. Then before I could finish him, he pulled me up and started undoing my jeans. I was embarrassed to admit this but I whispered to him that I hadn't shaved. He assured me he was cool with that and began to rub my clit. I was in an awkward position hovering over him in the car. I had nowhere to put my hands and I had to grab his shoulders to keep from falling over. It was intense and if I were single, I would marry him and give him all the babies he wants. Wait, where was I?
Yes, I came. Hard. I made him stop and then I slipped his cock into my mouth again. He was forcing it to the back of my throat. I started to squeeze his balls while he did this and he whispered "Can I come in your mouth?" I issued the standard "uh-huh" since my mouth was full and he filled my mouth. He did something though that I haven't seen since the Baseball Coach- he yelled out when he came as though it were painful. Mercifully, he didn't cry. We straightened ourseves out, put our clothes back on, and continued our conversation like it didn't happen. But it did. When we were finally ready to part he hugged me so tightly. All I could do was say "You are a really good friend." He looked at me and laughed then kissed me goodnight.
I had to leave the next morning for home. We continue to chat now and then without directly mentioning it. We are both looking forward to my next trip home.
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