Pleasureful Afternoon
I was supposed to see F for the last week and a half. Last week he told me it would be Thursday or Friday. Then on Thursday he told me it would be Friday. Then Friday, something happened with his daughter and he had to cancel. He tells me Monday for sure. Friday night we talk again. He tells me he wishes he was sleeping in my bed that night. Monday night, he talks to me, apparently he's sick. He tells me Wednesday or Thursday for sure. (Ok see a pattern here ?). Wednesday he tells me he'll be here Thursday at 1pm. At that point, I'm not even believing him. But still I keep hope. He so confuses me sometimes, but like a friend of mine said, better have what he can offer me than have nothing at all.
So at 12.50 he knocks on the door... I'm not ready yet. Grrrr I hate that, he's always early. I'm never perfect as I wish I was. So he comes in. Tells me my house smells clean while I finish putting stuff away. He comes behind me and takes me in his arms. We start kissing. I could melt in his arms. It feels so good. It feels right. I love his eyes, his hair, his arms, his lips... gosh I love everything about him. We kiss for a while, in my kitchen. Things go slow (unusually), we just kiss and hold each other. I then tell him, 'Want to go upstairs ?' And upstairs we go.
We arrive in my bedroom and start kissing again. He lays me on the bed and lays on top of me. I take his clothes off as he takes mine off until we're in our underwear. I get on top of him and we continue kissing passionnately. He then starts to go down on me. He just knows what to do to bring me to the edge. Wow !!! It feels so good. I then return the favor for a bit. We lay down on the bed and he asks me, 'Wanna take a bath ?' Yes, why not. So I run the bath and we just hang out, me between his legs, my head on his chest as his caresses my arms, my breasts. We talk for a while. It feels so good to be in his arms. I turn around and we start kissing again. His fingers trail down and he starts playing with me again while kissing my neck. I love when he kisses my neck, it's my soft spot. We get out of the bath and go into the bed. We get under the covers and we start kissing again. It feels so good. Funny thing... Mr. Singer's band first released song is just now playing on the radio. So I just stop kissing him for a bit. He looks at me funny and I just shake my head and continue kissing him. I find this very funny and almost consider telling him about Mr. Singer... well not everything, just the part that I know that guy. But I don't. He goes down on me once more. He makes me come once again. That time I come hard and very very wet. He just knows what to do. It's just awesome. I go on top of him and go down on him again till he comes in my mouth.
We talk for a bit and then he tells me he has to go. We dress up, head downstairs and kiss one last time before he leaves.
Tonight, he starts chatting with me. We talk for a while. He asks me what my friend thinks about our situation. I tell him, 'She's happy for me when we see each other'. He tells me, 'I hope you're happy too'. I tell him, 'Of course I'm happy, you know that'. He tells me, 'then if you're happy I'm happy'. We continue talking for a bit. I tease him a bit, I don't remember what I said before, but I tell him, 'You love it when I tell you that'. He says, 'What do you think ?' I tell him, 'I don't know. I'm very articulate, I tell you everything I love. You, I don't know'. He tells me, 'I love being with you. I love all the little times that I get to be with you'. From that moment on, I have a permanent smile on my face. Wow ! I still cannot believe he said that. I tell him, 'and I love being with you, I feel so good with you'. He says, 'That's what's important'. We continue chatting, I tell him goodnight and I log off.
All I can say is Wow !!
A 30-something woman, who, even though she tries, can't help herself from swimming in the infidelity waters.
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