But I also need to do these trips to tend projects. Beyond the projects I need them to maintain my own sanity. I can only stand so much time at my computer or in the office where people are constantly asking for my advice, guidance or help. You know better than anyone that I live to help people, it is my core value. But even I have my limits. To sustain my patience and will to help those who seek me out, I need time to myself to recharge. Time in the car driving , time in the hotel room, time in restaurants, time sitting and having an early morning cup of coffee watching the sun rise (on the water, over the city, through the forest …doesn’t matter where). These trips are opportunities for me to gather my thoughts and recharge. Sometimes I am solving project problems I have and sometimes I am conceiving new projects. Other times I think of friends and family and their issues and problems. However, a lot of the time I think of you.
Now as I sit here in the driveway in the dark with the motor shut off, I can think of you but I can also see you as I am thinking. You must have the TV on because you
didn’t hear me drive up; it helps to have a black car. I think of how it will feel to hug you in a few minutes, I think of your smile and your responsive hug. I sigh and get out of the car. I leave my things in the trunk; I will come out to get them later.
When I walk into the kitchen the dog gives her happy howl at me and wags her tail. You don’t howl but I think I do see a subtle wagging of your tail. We kiss that first sweet kiss of reunion. It is a kiss that feels like a cold drink of water on a searing hot day; a cool satisfying drink of water that I gulp anxiously to slake my parched dry throat. I can’t suck it in fast enough. That is the feeling of that kiss; only instead of cool it is hot. I feel the heat of your lips, your breath and your tongue. . . I feel your heat for me. I drink in the kiss, I can’t get enough of you. My hand slips down to your ass cheek and I squeeze it while we hug and kiss. It is my signature of affection for you. I always have squeezed your cheek when we kiss. You used to jump when we first met and I squeezed you. Now after tens of thousands of hugs, you expect my hand on your cheek as we hug. I think it is reassuring in a strange way.
You are wearing your old blue jeans; the seat is slightly faded from wear. I love the way that they look on you. The lightened spot on the seat accentuates your very sexy rear end. I look at you in amazement, your figure is basically the same as it was 38 years ago, you are still incredibly hot and sexy. As I look at you, my cock stiffens; it turns to stone as I look at you. When I come home, the sight of you doing simple little things in the kitchen or around the house will cause me to be erect all night. Tonight as we part you notice the bulge in my pants …it is hard to miss. You gently pat my cock as you walk by me and comment: “down boy”.
I plunk down on the short couch. I lay back on it and drape my feet over the arm. I face you on the food prep side of the kitchen. You fill me in on family news as I lay there. I interject occasional questions and comments. I then tell you what happened to me during each leg of the trip. By the time we finish exchanging mutual news and stories dinner is ready. I lift myself off of the couch and come to the table. It is just the two of us. . . this is the way we started out, talking to each other over a meal, ending in an endless coffee pot and continued conversation. That is the way it is tonight. We talk right through the news and finally give up by 8:45 PM when by a strange coincidence the coffee pot is empty, so are our brains.
I go out to the car and bring all my stuff in. I haul a lot when I travel for work; beyond clothes, shoes and a variety of coats (field coat and dress coat), 2 laptops, files, reports, maps, food for when there aren’t restaurants. After 30 minutes everything is in the house, sorted, there is a load of my laundry is in the washer and I put away my bags.
I jump into the shower and you finish some last minute changes on a piece that is on your drawing board. By the time I get out of the shower and shave and you finish your work and get in and out, it is 10 PM. We have this unwritten understanding that when I travel, the first night back is a night for adult play time. There is no prescription for what it will be … we just know that early bed time for each other is ritual. Another part of the ritual is you coming to bed naked. On all other nights you sleep with a tee shirt or a night gown but on the night I return you come to bed naked. I love it.
I am already in bed when you come into the room. As always I am naked under the covers, my arousal is warming my body and the bed as well. I have lit a candle on my dresser. It flickers as it casts a very faint orange glow on the room. I watch you as you come in . . . your unrestrained breasts jiggle as you walk. You walk to the bed with no wasted steps; you walk with a sense of purpose. I know that gait and the motivation behind it. You are cold, you don’t like walking around naked, and your mind is focused on one thing and one thing only, getting into the bed to snuggle against me and soak up my warmth. You are like a heat seeking missile, and the heat that you seek is me.
Traveling or not we have our standard positions when we first get into bed; it is so automatic it is firmly established in our subconscious minds. I lay on the left side of the bed (my side) on my back. You get in and lay on your left side facing me with your head on my shoulder. That is where everything starts . . . what happens next is dependant on what each of us wants to do.
Tonight you rest your head on my shoulder and bring your right leg up over my groin and lower it, sandwiching my hardened penis between your thigh and my belly. You know I love the feeling of the warm soft skin on the inside of your thigh on the sensitive head of my cock. Indeed it feels wonderful. You run your fingers through the hair on my chest, seeking out my scar. It is long, about 14 inches running the length of my chest. You like to feel it, running your fingers along its length as it you are inspecting it carefully to make sure it is alright; in the six years since my surgery you do this many times per week when we first get in bed. Again I think it is reassuring to you; you want to make sure that I am alright and that I will be here forever.
As we lay there we both are aware of the question that is hanging in the air above us. . . . do we cuddle or do we fuck? From years of being in this position we both know that we don’t have to answer the question verbally, we will know by our actions. We also know that it doesn’t have to be answered immediately; there will many opportunities to make the decision. But it can’t be too late or someone might be let down and disappointed. It is like we are in a dance; 99.9% of the time when we dance I lead (if we are holding each other); however in this case who leads will vary depending on mood, arousal and need. But there is never any hurry we have all the time in the world. We can read each other easily.
You lift your face to mine and kiss the corner of my mouth gently. Like a fish instinctively rising to a lure I turn to you and we lock in a hot passionate kiss. My arms are around you one behind your head and the other on the warm naked skin on the small of your back, with my middle finger extended to the top of the cleft between your cheeks.
There are many kinds of kisses. There are the perfunctory kisses that we do when I leave for work or come home at the end of the day. There are those sweet ones given for no reason in the middle of the day which say thank you and I love you. But these kisses that we do lying naked against each other with your leg draped over my cock, these are kisses of need. We move our lips against each other as if seeking a new sensation or a new spot that we didn’t know was there. We can’t separate because it feels too good to be together. To insure that you don’t leave my lips I gently cradle the back of your head and hold your lips to mine so I can get lost in the warmth of your mouth.
I know your body so well. As I run my hands over each delicate curve, I can read what you have been doing, how you feel and what has been bothering you. We eventually do part lips and you hide in your spot under my chin in the crook of my neck, behind my ear. You sigh.
I run my hand down the back of your head to your neck. Immediately I feel the knotted muscles in your neck and I know what has been happening while I was gone. You are like our kids were when we left them alone. Because I wasn’t here for four days, you didn’t make regular meals for yourself and you snacked, hunched over your computer and drawing board, working late at night. I didn’t need to ask you because your neck told me the answer. You were probably up until 3 AM all 3 nights putting 12 hour days hunched over work.
When I kneaded the most obvious knot, your body shuddered and you squeaked. It hurt, but it hurt good. You say to me: “oh yes right there”. I knead that spot until it is soft then I go to the next, and the next. Soon I am working on your shoulders and upper arms. You are a mass of knots and tension. You lay there as I work out all the kinks and knots in your neck and shoulders. It took an hour just to knead out your arms, neck and shoulders.
As we lay there you are becoming more and more relaxed in my arms. Your face is buried in my neck. You are warm and comfortable. In the unspoken language of love you say to me I am soooo comfortable please don’t make me move. I have my answer to the cuddle or fuck question . . . . . there will be no fuck tonight. That is ok though . . .I love holding you and relaxing you and making you feel good.
My other hand is still resting in the bony – muscular spot at the top of your ass cheek, your Root Chakra. Yoga teachings say that light percussive massage of this area will awaken your erotic desires. My experience on your body is that this is very true. It is also where you are stiff from being bent over for so many hours in the last three days. I begin to gently tap the body base of your spine alternating with massaging the muscles at the top of your cleft. You sigh. I increase the force of my tapping ever so slightly and knead the muscles at the base of your back now. I listen and feel for your body’s response. Your pussy has been resting on my hip as your leg is still draped over my groin.
As I continue to massage you, you press your pussy against my hip very gently. I feel the pressure. I bend my head over and softly kiss your forehead in acknowledgement. I then shift my hands so that my right hand that was massaging your lower back comes up around you to the side of your head. I then start making little circles with the middle finger of my right hand on your temple. You sigh and relax. You are sinking into a buzzing haze, unaware of anything else that is happening around you. I continue to softly kiss your forehead as I massage your temple
I move my other hand that was stroking your head to caress your cheek. Then I trace a path down your neck to your chest tickling you as I go; I amraising goose bumps and giving you chills. My hand lingers on your right breast, encircling it with a finger and holding it lovingly as I feel the nipple stiffening against my palm. I continue tracing the path to your belly button taking time to tickle it. You squirm. As I continue the path to below your belly button you know where I am going and what is about to happen. In anticipation you part your legs. You offer your vagina to me, more accurately you part your legs begging for the attention and stimulation of my hand in your sensitive wet folds.
I reach down and hold your downy peach in my hand, covering your moist folds; my hand is warm and your vagina responds. The warmth and the sensation of my hand on your opening causes your vagina to weep; your inner lips are wet with your lust, they feel like wet silk in my palm.
I delicately probe the opening of your feminine hole with my finger. You are breathing hard but you are lying perfectly still; you are mesmerized, frozen in place unable to think of anything other than the divine sensations that are building in you vagina. I am massaging you wet opening with my middle finger, alternating spreading your wetness onto the area round your clitoris, but I don’t touch it directly. The muscles of your love hole are tensing up, and squeezing. It is like your peach is in a press and that press is squeezing it to extract erotic desire from it; in response it is oozing your honey. The sensation is growing in intensity and it is also drilling deep into your vagina. As the tension builds it bores into you ferociously. Your genitalia are on fire; your body stiffens as the sensation is consuming you. I am kissing your forehead tenderly and soothing your head while your vagina is being inflamed by sensation and the heat of your building orgasm. You are sweating.
I lift your face to mine and I kiss your lips and seconds later I slide my finger up to your clitoris and massage the underside of the glans with my wet finger. The simultaneous attention to your lips and your clit causes the orgasm to explode in your vagina. You break your lips off of mine and bury your face in my neck as the orgasm reverberates through your body. You gasp and moan into my neck as each contraction squeezes and releases you and sends shock waves through your body. Your vagina opens and your vulva swells up.
The juice of your spent lust is running out of your swollen pussy. When the spasms start to diminish, they leave you like a damp rag . I hold you and return to kissing your forehead and stroking your temple as the aftershocks of orgasm pulse through you. I hold you tight.
You are exhausted from the long nights that I know you have been putting in while I was gone and from the orgasm that has just wrung you out. I stroke your head and in moments you are sound asleep in my arms. I hold your forehead and temple in my large hand as I try to hold onto this feeling. I don’t ever want to forget how it feels to hold you as you orgasm and cum down from it and eventually fall asleep in the safety of my arms. I hold you as you sleep, thinking how much I love you and how much I want to care for you. Giving you that orgasm is one of the greatest joys of my life. I don’t want this moment to end. But it does … I drift off to sleep.
I slept very deeply; I don’t wake up periodically as I usually do. My sleep was filled with very pleasant dreams of places I had recently been to and long drives along river valleys and through forests. Then all of a sudden my dream turns pleasantly and intensely erotic. In my mind, your body and mine were indistinguishable, and the things that I was doing to your juicy peach last night were now happening to me. I tried to reason it out in my dream but I couldn’t.. It made no sense. No one in my dream could answer my question of how this was happening to me. Then in the frenzy that I was feeling in my dream I slowly crawled to consciousness. I was even more confused that the sensation of pending orgasm was still there …I struggled to understand. Then I looked down to see the covers pulled back and your head resting on my belly with you gently sucking the head of my penis. I was rock hard and as you gently massaged my penis with your tongue. Oh my god I thought. My body was leaden from sleep but my cock was on fire. The slow deliberate sucking you were doing was inflating my prostate and filling it up. I lay there with my penis lost in the wet heat of your mouth. The tension built up and then I erupted into your mouth, gasping for air.
You go back in your position on my shoulder. . . . we resumed where we left off last night in a cuddle. Soon we were both asleep again. When we awoke it was almost ten o’clock. I guess I am going to work at home today. What a lucky guy I am.
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