It was early Monday morning and you were still sleeping; I was semi awake. It is the depth of winter. I love winter but I hate winter. You know that more than anyone. You patiently listen to me complaining during mid July when the sun is blazing in the sultry hazy morning air; on a day like that I will sweat from the least bit of exertion. On those mornings in July, I can lay perfectly still and naked, exposed uncovered on the bed in the still air and still be hot. Yet even in the languid motionless state that I am in on those sultry mornings, the mere act of breathing will still cause me to soak the sheets with my damp skin.
But this was not one of those mornings. It was the first week of January. The windows in our old house were frosted over from the biting cold outside. The frost on the window left delicate krinkly decorations on the glass. The decorations looked like the glass had been etched by the fingernails of the hoar frost as it clawed at our windows trying to get into our bed room to rob us of our warmth, and assault us with its icy fingers. But I have you and you have me and we clinged to each other under the thick covers. Lying there together, me naked and you in your night shirt, our warmth and the weight of the dense and heavy covers gave us a feeling of safety and security. The feeling of your body against my exposed skin under the covers was both arousing and reassuring. You made me hard but you also made me sleepy. I knew that I must get up soon. It was 6 am and the chill dark air was blowing on our window. I raised my head to look outside, but before I could see the weather, I heard it. The snow that was falling was making little scratching taps on the window. It has been snowing for ten days and it does not want to stop. While I relish the cold air that this time of year brings ….I hate the challenge that the frozen precipitation throws in my face as I try to do my business on a daily basis.
I struggled to gain full consciousness. My arm was draped across your chest. My large hand cupped your firm yet pliable breast. I did not realize it was there until I finally forced the sleep from my brain by thinking of all of the things that I must do before I left for the city. As I lay there I became increasingly aware of your breast in my hand. In your sleep you sigh. Your breast was warm, warmer than my hand. I gently grasped it and held it as I hugged you and drew closer to you.
You are a smart, sassy and creative woman. You have such internal strength it amazes me. Yet your strength comes in a soft sexy feminine package. I love that dichotomy in you. I have depended on your strength many times in the last 37 years as I was challenged by major obstacles in my life. You sat next to me on the trip to Cleveland when my heart was in rough shape. Me the one who drives 40,000 miles a year … I couldn’t drive. I lay next to you as you sat in the medical transport vehicle with me holding my hand and talking to me. You kept reassuring me that everything would be alright as soon as we got there. Your reassurance gave me strength I think it gave you strength as well.
Or when we were first married and my first job out of college, the one that was going to launch my career ended 6 months after it started, falling victim to a recession. I came home that day that they took me out to lunch and told me I was done. I came home with my lunch half digested in my stomach feeling like I had failed miserably. You were startled to see me come in the door mid day. When I told you what had happened you hugged me around my middle and told me that we would be alright. Yet I felt that I had failed you in the worst way in first year of our life together; I was devastated. I relished the firm reassurance that your embrace gave me. My male ego was crushed and you helped me put it back together, except this time without its rough edges.
The snowplow scraped past our window and shook me out of my reverie. You sighed as it bounced its blade along the pavement outside. I remembered where I was and remembered that my hand was on your supple breast. You are such a strong person but the delicacy of your body intrigues me. The fleshy give of your breast in my hand caused your nipple to harden against my warm palm. I remembered holding and massaging your breasts when you were pregnant; the heat and pressure of my fingers on your aching nipples both hurt and soothed your hard pink nubs as they transformed in preparation to feed our babies. I remembered you falling asleep from the joy of having your sore breasts tenderly cared for.
I held that same nipple in my hand now as you slept. You love the feeling of my hands holding your breasts, cradling them as if they were treasures. They are. I love your nipples when the respond to my touch as I arouse you, making them erect. I know that because I can feel your heart race when I fondle your breast as I kiss your mouth, your neck and your nipple tenderly but passionately in foreplay.
I thought about the heat and raw emotion of my penis sliding into your pussy and the lustful feeling that your hot wetness evokes in me. My libido inflated as I thought more and more about the lushness of your body; but I knew that I must get up. There is no time for a soft morning quickie. Despite the cold and snow, I must get to New York City today. So I relinquished your flushed hardened areola and the marvelous soft flesh underneath it. My cock was hard and long and weeping with desire for you but I had to get out of bed, leave you, and face the day.
I got my clothes on, ate something, then I shoveled the car out. The weather report on the TV said that this was a localized storm, so I knew that I would drive out of it. I packed the car on Sunday night before I went to bed so I would be ready to leave. I was ready to leave then.
It was 7am and you were still asleep upstairs as the first hints of the grey daytime invaded the dark cool room. You were sleeping soundly. I stroked your hair and leaned over and kissed your warm temple. You stirred slightly and moaned the question to me that you already know the answer to, asking me if I was leaving. I told you that I was. My lips lingered on your temple as I inhaled the smell of your hair; the smell that I knew was uniquely you. It made my heart slow down peacefully and it made my penis erect itself in excitement and anticipation at the same time. I wondered how you could do that to me simultaneously as I lift my lips from your head. I went downstairs, got in my car, backed out of the driveway and left,
I was an hour from home when the snow started to let up. In the improving conditions, the road was unable to hold onto the snow. As I went further south; the pavement was showing through more and more as I drove. Soon the sun was out and the road was bare as I got closer to my destination. It was now 10 AM. I didn’t know where the morning had gone. When I got in the car I plugged my ipod into the radio. I then got engrossed in the 10 hours of erotic poetry that I had downloaded in preparation for the trip down. The eloquent sensual words wrapped themselves around my brain stirring my heart and mind at the same time that they gripped my cock. The poems were really steamy. As I drove that morning I didn’t know where the time had gone as I listened to the hot breathy narrative of lovers ravishing each other. The female reader did indeed have a firm grip on my consciousness with one hand while the other hand seemed to be firmly gripping my cock, squeezing it tortuously and causing it to ooze precum. I love listening to erotica while I drive; it makes the time go so quickly but it also makes me soak my pants. Thankfully I had prepared for this eventuality and I continued to drive as my desire pooled safely in my crotch.
We talked on the phone many times this week. You knew that the week went quickly and that I had great success moving my project towards the goal post of approval and implementation. It was a hectic week.
What I didn’t tell you was that my desire for you, ignited the morning that I left your bed on Monday morning never left me. It lay there in my groin buried deep inside of me like a glowing ember smoldering all week. The poetry in the car and the women in the offices of Manhattan only fanned the ember causing flames to periodically jump from it.
Offices in the City were not refuge for me, an already roused male. These offices were full of voluptuous women. They all dressed appropriately in business dresses and suits but they manage to exude their femininity through the conservative garments none the less. It is torture to watch the tailored dresses clinging to the full rounded bottoms underneath them or their blouses compressing their round tits. I watched those taught muscular female asses shift as they walk. I fanaticized how it would feel to grab those ass cheeks as I pushed my hard cock into wanting and vulnerable pussies in the heat of a passionate fuck. Then I snapped into awareness when the person I was waiting to see came out to reception and greeted me.
When my work of the day was over , my lust didn’t get much better at night. When I got back to the hotel room the first night I was in the City I committed to taking the pictures of myself for the SF site. The prospect of shedding my clothes and displaying myself to many women was both arousing and nerve racking. That dilemma served to fuel my lust more than ever. I did the pictures and indeed I was turned on as I thought I would be.
The arousal that was ignited early Monday morning stayed and lingered in my penis and balls for the entire time I was working. That arousal held them in the memory of the warm embrace of your wet vagina when you are feeling lusty. I hardened at the mere thought of you many times during the week.
I was grateful to have the distraction of my erotic thoughts all week as I walked the bitterly cold and windy streets of the city going from appointment to appointment. New York is a wind tunnel in the winter. The temperatures are much higher than they are at home but the combination of wind and dampness gives the air a real bite.
I pandered to my passion by having dry orgasms almost every night. I didn’t do any marathon sessions because I didn’t want to arrive home with severe genital pain. I thought of you and all the women that I saw over the week as I let orgasm after orgasm wash over me. Each night I laid in bed evoking mental images of beautiful female forms, naked and begging for the touch of my warm hands on their inflamed skin and the feeling of my engorged manhood deep inside their vaginas. The bliss of multiple dry orgasms was wonderful but it did not give the relief that a full wet release would. So at the end of the week as I got into the car to come home I was horny as hell. I usually am when I return home from the road. By the time I was ready to come home I really was ready to come home.
As I drove home there is no way that I could listen to erotic audio. I am not a masochist. Listening to that knowing that you are still 5 hours away would literally be torture. So I pulled out the portfolio binder of CD’s that sits on the back seat of my car. After leafing through all the cds inside I settle on a set of 4 discs of “The Best of Bob Marley and the Wailers”. I put them in the player and head north. The sounds of Reggae are a distraction and a stimulant as I head home to you.
Despite the driving rhythm and syncopated lyrics of the music I still thought of you as I drove home. I couldn’t get you out of my mind. I vividly remembered the feel of your supple warm body as I left you that morning earlier in the week. The weight of your breast in my hand as I hugged you from behind and pressed my warm lips against the nape of your neck as I kissed that sexy spot with all the passion I had in me. I thought of your vagina growing hotter and hotter dampening your panties as I turned you around and pressed our lips together. I thought of kissing my way down your neck pausing at a breast to draw a taut sensitive nipple into my mouth. Undeterred I continued my voyage on the swells and curves of your delightfully feminine form until I arrive at my destination the cleft in your groin. The downy patch that hid the dampening folds and lips of your sex; I thought as I got closer to it. I smelled your arousal, it inflamed my cock. Your vagina was leaking the evidence of your lust and your passion for me. As I got closer to the source of your feminine heat, I kissed your belly button and I felt your tummy quiver and I wondered was your pussy quivering for me too.
Then I came to a stoplight and again and I am hastily jerked back into reality.
I pulled into the driveway …it was 8 PM. It was exactly when I thought I would be home. I left my things in the trunk and I hurried into the house to see you. You heard the car come into the driveway and you were there in the living room waiting for me.
We are both used to me traveling yet the coming home still gives me a thrill. When I come in the house after I have been away my heart skips a beat when I first walk in and see you; it is always the same. It is like I am seeing you the first time. You stir my heart, my mind and my soul. All I can do is think of kissing your warm full lips.
As soon as I walk in I am kissing you. We are locked in a kiss that melts me. As I kiss you my embrace strengthens. The passion of your kiss makes me hug you harder. I was afraid that I would hurt you, I hugged you so hard. My brain was on fire. It was a kiss that burned into my core igniting the passion in my brain and in my cock. It caused my prostate and balls to swell up and fill with the fluid of my lust, readying for me to give it to you in a rollicking and lusty fuck. But at the same time there was a soft overtone of love, affection and caring.
I held you close to my chest. I didn’t want to let go, but I did. We settled into the couches in the kitchen. It was wonderful to hear your recap of the week. I listened to you as attentively as I could …but as you talked I was mesmerized by you. I looked at your incredible eyes, those eyes that tell what is in your heart and soul. They told me that you love me and I think how lucky I am that you do.
My eyes drifted occasionally to your curvy hips, legs and thighs. You are just as shapely now as you were on the day we met. I thought of laying in bliss between those thighs joined by our genitalia.
I get up to get something to drink and flop down on the couch next to you. I want . . . . no . . . . I need to be near you. I wrap my arm around your shoulder and pulled you towards me. We continued talking and you put your head on my shoulder. We spent the next 2 1/2 hours talking. Talking is what has defined our relationship. It is our recreation.
Soon it was almost 11 PM. We were both exhausted. I suggested that we turn in. With your head on my shoulder you yawned and sleepily agreed.
Upstairs you got undressed and got ready for bed. You anticipated a night of passionate sex. We usually are all over each other when I come home. So you put on your silk nightgown, you knew I love the feeling of silk on your sinuous curves. The feel of it sets me off. When I hug you in that nightgown I go crazy with desire. You climbed into bed and pulled the covers up. I stripped off my clothes and jumped into the shower to wash the urban grit from this morning off. I shaved and put on aftershave, your favorite. I let the dog out for the night gave her her bed time treat and shut out the lights. When I came to the bedroom you were slumped over leaning on your pillow, sound asleep. I looked at you and I smiled. Despite your best efforts to look sultry for me your innocent beauty shines thru. You still look like the same innocent 19 year old girl that I bedded the first time 38 years ago.
I turned out the lights and slid into bed next to you. Like a well rehearsed choreographed dance, you subconsciously slide down next to me. The silky heat of your body gets me to breathe really fast and hard, I struggled to catch my breath. In our queen sized bed we lay pressed together arms around each other as if we were holding onto a life preserver in a vast and hostile sea. That was the image that is in my mind as I laid there . . .that we were clinging to each other to stay afloat in a hostile world. As I laid there lost in the sensation of you, I was holding your warm body in my arms . . . . I realized that indeed that is what we have been doing for years. You have been my life preserver. You are my best friend and a scorching lover who was always able to sense my burning desire and respond to it.
As I lay there you are making my cock swell and lengthen. My passion is burning in me. You nuzzle into my shoulder and groan lightly as you shift around to get more comfortable against me. Your arm around me relaxes and your body gives a subtle shudder as you sink deeper into sleep. It is all right. I hug you tighter as you drift off. I will hold you and I will keep you with me safe as you sleep. The soft gentle cuddling that we are doing is making my penis ache to be inside of you; it oozes a dribble of my lust for you on my naked belly in testimony to you. I long to fuck you but I am also getting sleepy despite my arousal. I yawn noisily. Soon I am asleep.
This morning I woke up next to you just as I did on Monday morning. I do not want to wake you. It is 6 AM again. I came down here and begin this letter to you. It was dark again and it is quiet.
As I sit here I hear your footsteps upstairs as you get out of bed. You will come downstairs and find me writing this. I think as I hear the stairs creaking as you come down, will the morning end with us engrossed in conversation over coffee or will it end with me laying in between your thighs, buried inside of you. I do not know. But I do know that I will be happy either way.
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