From: Sassy Girl
Subject: Fenway Park story
Date: October 31, 2011 5:34:10 PM EDT
In honor of the end of the baseball season, I am sharing a story.
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Fenway Park 2009
At the stadium
I am standing in line. I hate lines, especially to use the bathroom! But it’s a necessary evil for women at big sporting events, especially one as crowded as the Red Sox/Yankees baseball game at Fenway Park. So here I am, waiting behind about 100 women. It doesn’t help that I can see the men going and coming easily. Grrrr…. I should have known not to try this during the 7th inning stretch. Everybody has the same idea! I wish there was a woman to chat with me. But I usually end up at games with a guy, and tonight is no exception. Sometimes I chat with strangers, but they all seem to be with someone today.
I am very lucky to be at this game! The tickets are incredibly hard to come by, but my boss has season tickets and got called out of town. He gave me one of his prized third base seats, looking right down the first base line. He gave the other one to a next door neighbor’s 20-something son. Nice enough kid to sit with, because he knows a fair bit about baseball.
The line is finally moving! I get to move up about 10 feet! I notice a guy watching me. Do I know him? He’s wearing a Yankees jersey and jeans shorts. Hmmmm… a New Yorker. A Yankees fan. Ugh. He’s standing on the other side of the concourse, leaning on a big metal column. Checking his phone. Watching me. He can’t be watching me. Guys don’t watch me. But it certainly seems like he’s staring right at me. I look away, checking out the line, move forward several steps. When I look back, he is still staring, and he’s moved to keep pace with me. Maybe it’s someone I know. But if I knew someone that handsome, I’d remember. He has gorgeous shoulders. I’m a sucker for shoulders. And he’s tall. With lots of dark hair. Maybe his girlfriend is standing just ahead or behind me? That has to be it, because men don’t stare at me, especially not when I have on a worn Red Sox shirt two sizes too big, a baseball cap and old jeans. I finally get inside the women’s room and forget about him. I finish quickly – got to get back to my seat before the bottom of the inning starts. The game is tied and every pitch counts!
When I walk out, he’s right across from the exit and still looking at me. He smiles and moves toward me quickly. I head off toward my seat, but he catches up easily.
“Sassy?” He asks, saying my nickname and stepping in front of me. I stop short and put my hands on his chest to keep from barreling into him. A jolt of electricity courses through me at the physical contact. I stare up into his gorgeous brown eyes. I notice his muscles. He seems very familiar, but I can’t place him. He steps back and sticks out his hand and says, “Philip…from high school.”
I could not be more shocked. Here in a crowd of almost 40,000 people stands my first high school sweetheart… Philip… the first boy who kissed me in a grown-up way…. hours away from our hometown and many years ago. I shake his hand and reply, “Wow… what a blast from the past!” I don’t want to let go. I haven’t had a reaction like that to a guy in years! Strange… and wonderful.
He smiles as I try to remember more about him and us, but it’s all very hazy. He still has a beautiful smile. I remember wanting to do whatever I could to see him smile.
“I thought it was you… you still have your long hair…” he says. I have it tied back and under my cap, but the ponytail stretches down my back just as it did in high school. I want him to kiss me. That’s crazy! I never have thoughts like that! I let go of his hand.
“Great game, eh?” I say, trying to get to a safer subject.
“You still a Yankees fan?” he asks.
“Oh, no… grew out of that years ago,” I tease him.
“But you are still a sass,” he retorts, chuckling. The announcer calls out the next batter.
“I should get back to my seat,” I tell him. He looks panicked.
“I’ll walk you back,” he says. I lead the way and he falls into step beside me, chatting about the pitcher. I nod, not caring what he says, just wanting to hear his beautiful voice. When we get to my row, my seatmate is gone. Philip whistles at the seat location.
“Want to sit here until he gets back?” I ask. He nods eagerly and slides into the aisle seat. I watch the game but he is staring at me. I look at him and I can’t look away.
“Are you with your husband?” He asks. That makes me giggle.
“Oh, no. He isn’t into sports, or crowds,” I explain. Just then my phone vibrates. I take a look and there’s a text from the seatmate. He’s taken off!
“I was sitting here with my boss’ neighbor’s son, didn’t know him, just someone else my boss gave a ticket to, but he’s taken off,” I explain.
“Wow… I can’t believe he’d leave at this point in a Sox-Yanks game,” Philip says.
“Yeah, well… kids, you know… they get nervous if they’re away from their video games for more than a couple of hours,” I try to rationalize it.
“My lucky day!” he crows.
“Won’t your friends miss you?” I ask.
“Nope… here on my own,” he explains. “I scalped a right field seat last minute. Do you live in Boston?” he asks.
“Yup. Been around here since I graduated from college.” I answer. “What about you?”
“I live in D.C. I am working there right now, staying up there during the week, drive down to the beach and the family on weekends,” he says. “I’m still in the military, up here for a conference.”
“I’m an office manager,” I say.
“How long have you been married?” he asks.
“Almost 14 years. And you?”
“Just had our 29th anniversary. You remember Sally from home? Been with her all this time,” he says. He takes a deep breath. I turn to look at him. He looks away, then back, looking sad. “We’re separated right now. Rough patch. My kids are leaning on me to go back and I probably will.”
“I’m sorry…” I say, not knowing whether that’s good thing or not. “How many kids do you have?”
“Two – in theirs 20s,” he says. “You?”
“My husband and I… well it’s complicated, too,” I say, wondering how we got so far into something so personal so quickly. But we were always able to talk, say things we didn’t tell anyone else. “I have a mean old cat. He’s 15,” I explain and he chuckles.
David Ortiz cranks a home run into the bleachers and the crowd goes crazy! Everyone is on their feet cheering! I jump up and yell and clap! Wooohooo!
Philip stands up too, but looks put out that the Sox are ahead. He turns toward me and I put my hands on his chest, give him a good-natured shove. He wraps his arms around me and kisses me softly on the lips. It feels so good! I should push him away, but I wrap my arms around his neck instead. And kiss him back. I don’t hear the crowd screaming as Big Poppy rounds the bases. There is just Philip and me. Philip’s lips on mine. Philip’s hair in my hands. Philip’s chest against mine.
He presses his hand against my back until we’re close enough that I can feel him rock hard against my upper thigh. He puts his tongue in my mouth and my brain fills with images of him putting another part of his body inside me. My knees start to shake and I suck on his tongue. He pulls me even closer and I stick my tongue in his mouth. He shifts his hips against me. All the blood from my brain rushes lower and I feel faint.
The people around us sit down and we join them. My mind is spinning. I just kissed another man for the first time in 15 years. Philip is holding my hand, but I don’t dare look at him. I watch the next pitch. And the one after that. He rubs his thumb over my wrist and whispers in my ear.
“I’ve wanted to do that for years,” he admits. I am astonished.
I turn to look at him. He is smiling. I am smiling like a loon. I want him to kiss me again. I want to be alone with him. I can’t believe I am thinking that, less than 15 minutes after he shook my hand. How can I even consider leaving this game early? And going off with a man I haven’t seen in years? I must have lost my mind.
But then he always had that effect on me. Chemistry. No one else ever made me so hot, before I even knew what that really meant. We only dated for three weeks when I was a freshman in high school. He admitted he was in love with another girl before we did much more than hold hands in the halls and kiss in a quiet corner. I was his friend for a couple of years after that, never letting on that I was pining for him.
I turn back to look at the game, and he puts his hand on my leg. I put my program on my lap, and shift forward in my seat. He strokes up the inside of my leg. I turn to look at him.
“I never thought I would say this, but I want to leave here… right now… with you,” he says in my ear. I shiver, half at what his hand is doing and half at the images his words evoke.
“Sacrilege!” I chide him. I turn back to watch the game. The count is full… and the pitcher walks the batter. I’ve lost track to the point I don’t know who it is on first base. Philip puts his arm around the back of my seat, over my shoulders.
“But you want to… leave with me…. don’t you”? he asks. I stare into his eyes and nod. He strokes my jeans between my legs.
The crowd rises to applaud another hit and we stand up with them. He rubs my ass and squeezes it. I give him a very hot look.
“Sorry… always had a thing for your ass,” he apologizes. I smile at him.
We settle back in and the next guy strikes out. On to the 8th inning. Half of me wants to leave right now. The other half wants the game to go on forever so I don’t have to decide whether to leave with him.
“Do you come to games a lot?” he asks.
“No… I used to, but now I only make it about once a year, when someone gives me a ticket,” I answer. I realize the incredibly high odds that I am here for the same game he is.
“I try to see the Yankees once or twice a year. I’m a big football fan,” he says.
“I don’t follow football,” I admit. The Yankees go in order, so we’re headed to the bottom of the 8th. Philip leans closer and nuzzles my neck.
“Have a drink with me after this is over?” he whispers in my ear. I look at him. He smiles and I know he is asking about more.
“Sure,” I say, answering only what he asked.
The Sox go down in order, so we’re headed to the top of the 9th. Just three more outs and the Sox win. And I have to make up my mind.
Philip plays with my hair, twirling a long strand around his fingers. I put my hand on his knee. His turn to shoot me a look of fire. I make little patterns with my finger, inching up his thigh. He closes his eyes and sighs in pleasure. Ah, what a game of tease we’re playing!
The Yankees make two quick outs, but then the third batter walks. The Sox manager trots out to talk to the pitcher. The catcher joins in. The ump finally goes out to tell them to break it up. They all return to their positions. The crowd rises. The pitcher throws, the batter hits it right back to him and the game is over! The Sox win! The crowd goes wild!
Philip grabs my hand, turns into the aisle and we run up the stairs and make our way down the ramps and out of the ball park. He has a firm grip on my hand and threads through the crowd. The entire time I am wondering how fast I can be alone with him, and yet I am scared witless by the idea.
He stops when we get to to the street.
“I’m staying in a hotel four blocks from here. There’s a nice bar in the lobby… will that do for our drink?” he asks me. Oh, boy. That is going to make it very easy to be alone with him. I nod.
In the doorway
We take off toward Kenmore Square, but he pulls me into the doorway of an office building and presses me against the wall. His tongue is in my mouth and his hand on my breast. I add my tongue to the mix and forget where I am, reveling in the feel of his mouth on mine, the sparks flying from his hand to my chest, the reaction it causes lower down. I grab his ass and press him between my legs. I feel like I can not get close enough… I want to be closer… naked… him inside… mmmmm… I want to keep kissing him. But I want to stop, so we can get to his room.
He finally lets me get a breath, and says, “I want you. I’ve wanted you since I was 16 years old. And I promised myself that if I ever set eyes on you again, I would tell you,” he blurts out. I can’t believe I am hearing him right. Mostly because I can’t believe he really wants to be with frumpy, old married me.
“I want to go with you. It’s completely crazy… I don’t know you. I’ve never been unfaithful before, and I… well.. um… I haven’t had sex in a long time, so I don’t know if I know what do anymore… but none of that seems to matter right now,” pours out of my mouth.
“I know you don’t have any reason to believe me, but nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen… I would never press you to do anything. This is about both of us…” he assures me. I can’t explain it, but it makes perfect sense to me. I trust him. I don’t remember much from our days together as teenagers, but I do recall always feeling safe with him. And sexy.
“Let’s have some fun!” I tell him. He chuckles and kisses me once more, then takes my hand, leads me back onto the sidewalk, over the bridge and down into Kenmore Square.
At the hotel
I am amazed when he turns in under the red awning of the Commonwealth Hotel, one of the classiest new places in the city.
The hotel exterior
We step out of the crowd and under the red awning into the posh elegance of the hotel lobby.
He walks toward the Foundation Lounge, but stops near the door. “Do you really want a drink?” he asks. This is it. In theory this is the moment I make up my mind. But I’ve already decided. I can’t say for sure when I knew, but I don’t have to think about it now.
“No,” I tell him. “I want you.” He closes his eyes and swallows hard, then opens them again. He touches my cheek.
“Are you really here? Did you actually say that?” he asks in wonder. I nod. He takes my hand and leads me to the elevator.
We end up alone in the elevator, and the moment the doors close, he presses me against the side of the car and kisses me, putting his hand on my breast. I wrap my arms around his waist and press my hips to his…he moans and then the doors open. We stroll down the elegant hallway hand-in-hand. He stops by a door and fishes the entry card out of his pocket.
Before I go into his room, I make one sensible move. “Hang on… I need to call home.” He opens the door to his room, and props it open, leaving me alone in the hall. I grab my mobile and press the button… no answer. I leave a message… tell my husband I’ll be late, ran into an old friend, going for a drink at the Commonwealth Hotel. At least this way, if Philip turns out to be an axe murderer, my husband will have a place to start looking for me. I take three deep breaths, go into the room and shut the door.
In his room
Philip is looking out the window at Kenmore Square. He turns and hands me a bottle of cold water.
“I needed one… thought you might want some, too,” he says. I thank him and gulp down 8 mouthfuls. Not sure if it’s thirst or nerves, but the water helps. We stand about 3 inches apart, staring out the window.
“What a beautiful room!” I say, to have something to say. He smiles and nods, like he knows exactly what is going on in my head. He turns very slowly and pulls on the hem of my t-shirt, slowly raising it and taking it off over my head. He reaches for me, undoing my bra and putting his hand on my breast. He leans in to kiss me, and gives me a long, leisurely, deep kiss while squeezing my breast. I have that odd feeling again, like I want him to go very fast or very slowly, all at the same time. He turns away into the room.
“I feel like taking a shower,” he says. “Want to join me?” He smiles and wiggles his eyebrows at me. Then walks away to the bathroom, shedding his clothes as he goes.
In the shower
I follow him, enjoying watching his body as parts of it are revealed. I have a vague memory of him as an athlete in high school and marvel at how he’s kept his muscles. It makes me want to touch him. I started to tingle all over. I haven’t had that feeling in a long time. He’s already in the shower with the water running by the time I get to the bathroom. He‘s whistling! I’m usually very nervous about anyone seeing my body, but I shed my clothes, pull back the curtain at the end of the tub and step in behind him, whistling along with the tune. He reaches out his hand to me and pulls me into his arms and under the water. Oh, the feel of his wet skin against mine! He has gorgeous skin. He kisses me slowly, deeply… and I feel like I am going to melt into a big puddle and go down the drain! But he’s holding me tightly and it keeps me upright. He pulls the clasp from my hair and runs his fingers through it as it falls around my face.
“I need to settle something,” he whispers in my ear. “I can’t get you pregnant, had a vasectomy… and I’m clean, tested every year, been careful,” he explains. “But I have condoms if you want me to wear one.” I am touched by his consideration.
“Thank you for saying… I’m clean, too. Got tested and haven’t been with anyone… and, well… it’s all good,” I say, not quite able to admit more personal details of my infertility. Which seems silly, given what we’re about to do, but it doesn’t seem to matter.
He goes back to kissing me, and after a minute or so, he grabs the soap and starts washing my breasts, tweaking and fondling them in the process. Then he works his way down my belly and kneels in front of me, washing gently between my legs. He holds my ass and turns me under the water to rinse, then puts his mouth on me, licking and sucking. I clutch handfuls of his hair and press his head closer. My hips start rolling and I realize I have to tell him how wonderful he makes me feel.
“You… you are setting me on fire,” I manage to say between panting breaths.
“Mmmm… good,” he murmurs. He presses me against the side wall, urging me to spread my legs. He pulls my leg over his shoulder and shoves a finger up inside me. I gasp as he fills me. I can’t believe how fast I am soaring, peaking and losing all rational thought. My hips are straining to get his finger higher inside. I’m relieved that my insides still function… I am dripping wet! He pumps in and out, then adds a second finger. He flicks his tongue over my most sensitive spot. My inner muscles clench and it’s feels like I will break into a million pieces. I can’t keep quiet… moaning, sighing… thrashing…
“That’s it, baby… cum for me,” he croons. He shoves his fingers a little deeper and then is still as I explode, shaking all over. I gulp air and he rises to hold me.
“Wow…” is all that my brain can manage. He kisses me and I taste my own juices on his lips.
As my senses return, I start thinking about returning the favor.
“That was incredible!” I tell him. He smiles and presses against me.
“I remember how you taste… used to lick it off my fingers and dream of doing it the right way. Always wanted to do that. You’re gorgeous when you climax…” he whispers in my ear.
“Philip… would it be okay if I… um… do the same to you?” I ask, not sure how forward I can be.
“Sass, you can do whatever you want,” he tells me.
“I’m very rusty… so tell me if I should do something another way, okay?” I request. He kisses me, reassuring me.
I shift slightly and move him around so his back is up against the side wall. I kiss my way down his body, sucking on his nipple, twirling my tongue in his navel, then kissing each hip as it rolls toward me. I take him in my hand, pumping gently, pressing my thumb on the sensitive spot underneath, testing, teasing… he watches me for a bit, but then closes his eyes, savoring the feeling. I blow gently on the tip. He shivers and worries his lip with his teeth.
“You can not imagine how much I wanted you to do this… dreamed of you doing this,” he sighs in pleasure. I flick my tongue around the edge and pull him up into my mouth, sucking slightly.
“Ahhhh,” he says as I take him deeper into my mouth. I put a finger underneath and caress him, going around his balls, then further back. He widens his stance to give me access. I run a wet finger around his ass, up the crack and then focus on the rim. Round and round, teasing…then I stick a finger inside him as I suck harder.
“Damn girl, you are…mmmm…. so good. But you’re going to get… ahhh… get a mouthful if you…mmmph….” he tries to warn me. For the first time in my life, that doesn’t frighten me. In fact, it thrills me. I want to do something very special for him. I take him to the brink and then stop. He takes a big breath, probably thinks I am done. He opens his eyes and looks down at me.
I smile and ask,”Do you want to come in my mouth?” in a sassy sort of way.
“That would be great, but you don’t have to…” he explains.
“What if I want you to?” I ask, twirling my finger inside him, starting the build up again.
“Hmmm… wow… then… go for it,” he says, chuckling. I suck him down into my mouth, and wiggle my finger inside him. I pump him, up and down, in the same motion as my finger inside him. He starts to breathe deeply, then pants. He holds my head, and shifts his hips, fucking my mouth faster and faster. I let up a bit and he whines. I start again and his head tilts back. I start to feel something different inside him, a pulsing. I am actually doing it! He is going to cum! I taste the sweetness and he spurts into my throat, and I swallow it in a big gulps. He pulls out and spurts down my face and across my breasts! Wow! He pulls me up into a bear hug and slides our bodies together, covering both of us in his juices.
“Holy shit, that was amazing!” he declares. “I love to cum!” He turns us under the water and kisses me deeply. I can feel him hard against me… wow… never felt that so quickly before.
“I don’t go down… can go and go,” he says. He hots dogs it, sliding it between my lower lips. I squeeze his ass.
“I want… want you… your cock… mmmm…. deep inside…. me,” I tell him. My brain is so addled!
“Oh, that’s definitely going to happen,” he says. “Can I…we do it here?” he asks.
“Oh…yes…can we?” I ask.
“Sass, I have wanted to do this since I was 16 years old… I may not last very long,” he admits. “I usually have more control but you’ve got me so worked up…”
“That’s okay… I am pretty revved up myself,” I assure him. “We can do it again slower, later, right?”
“Oh, yeah,” he says as he lifts my legs around his waist and presses me up the wall a bit. “In about 10 seconds, I am going to be deep inside you…”
“Mmmm….hmmmm… “ I encourage him. My insides are twisting and he hasn’t even started. Wow. “Do it, Philip. Do it now. Shove your cock inside me.”
He presses gently, then stops right at the opening, entering ever so slightly but no further. I whine softly, and shift, pulling on his ass, begging…
“Can I tell you a secret?” he asks.
“Yes… of course,” I reply, wondering what is so important to say right now.
“I want to tell you why I’m here…with you… like this,” he gets a little more specific.
“Fuck me,” I whisper.
“Oh, I will. But you should know why I’m doing it…what I am trying to get across when I touch you,” he states. He presses ever so slightly further.
“I love you,” he whispers. My brain won’t focus…but his words reach my heart.
“I love you,” slips out of my mouth. I puzzle over that momentarily… how can I say that to someone so soon? It usually takes me months to say that to a man. Then I remember that it’s been true for years… he was my first love and that’s not something that the heart ever lets go of. I worry that he will feel burdened by that, like it means I expect more from him. But he smiles and sinks deep inside me.
“I’ve always loved you,” he says as he starts to move. I wonder if there will ever be a better moment in my life. I try to take in every facet of it… the warm water, the steamy air, the feel of his skin on mine, the sound of his breath, us so close… as close as two people can be… and then I can’t think anymore as he shifts in and out. All I can do is feel… wonderful!
Faster and faster he goes, and my body reacts violently, slamming back against him, my breaths getting more and more ragged. Very quickly, my muscles start to clench again and I am shaking… feeling flushed… high… cumming again.
“Oh girl… you are so tight, so hot… so wet… better than my dreams… made for me… mmmm,” he chants as he pounds me against the tile, my ass in his hands. “I can’t… wait… “
“Fill me… let it pour,” I tell him. And he does… the look on his face – I will never forget. He slows and finally collapses against me… panting… smiling… kissing me. I reach behind him to turn off the water. He hugs me tightly. We fit together. We’re both in awe of what just happened. I feel like a big piece of the puzzle of my life has just snapped into place. But I don’t want to have deep thoughts… I want to enjoy his body, look into his eyes, hear him laugh and moan… more…
In the king size bed
He takes my hand, helps me step out of the tub, then grabs a towel to dry me off. I grab another towel to twist up my hair. I look in the mirror, watching him work on my body. I can’t quite believe I am here and he is here and we’re getting out of the shower having just… been together. Wow.
I try to dry him off but he pushes me out of the bathroom, makes a quick swipe and then chases me to the bed! We’re giggling and tumbling together, arms and legs and hands grabbing… lord, almighty, this man is fun!
I decide it’s my turn to try something. I remember some photos I saw online of positions I’ve never tried.
“I want to try something else…” I start.
“Sounds great!” he interrupts me. I am getting the message that it’s alright to be myself.
I flatten him on the bed, pull his knees over the edge and put his feet on the floor. I put my legs on either side of his knees, facing away from him and slowly lower myself over his cock until I am sitting on his lap, so he can watch himself sliding up inside me.
“Oh yeah, Sass… this is good…,” he marvels. I don’t know where this courage is coming from, but I like it. He puts his hands on my ass, then reaches around to guide me.
He sits up once he is inside me, pressing his front against my back, grabbing my chest in his hands, and bouncing me…in and out… mmmm… He slips a finger onto my clit, driving me crazy! We fall over on to the bed on our sides, him behind me, twisting and turning up inside me… he can get so far inside me… Oh, my! He bites my shoulder.
I am screaming as he cums… I have never felt so alive!
We flump next to each other, panting, smiling, stealing glances at each other’s bodies. He holds my hand.
“Damn, girl. You are wild…I like wild!” he tells me.
“I’ve never been like this with anyone else,” I admit. He smiles. I wonder if I have ever had a bigger grin on my face… don’t think so!
My mobile phone rings across the room. I jump up to grab it.
“Hello,” I say, hoping I don’t sound as breathless as I feel. I go into the bathroom and shut the door.
“Got your message. I’m headed to bed,” my husband says. “You having fun?” he asks.
“Oh, yes. Catching up, remembering…” I tell him. True enough. “Gonna stay a bit longer,” I say.
“Sure, whatever. Enjoy!” He says, ringing off. He has told me over and over that he doesn’t care who I’m with… he hasn’t touched me in almost 10 years. I haven’t done anything about it, until today. I will tell him about it tomorrow and he’ll be happy for me. What an odd life I lead…
I go back out into the room. Philip is sprawled on the bed, reading something.
“Want some dinner? I’m starving,” he asks, waving the room service menu.
“Sure… what looks good?” I ask as I sit down next to him.
“I’m getting the clam chowder and a lobster roll,” he replies, handing me the menu. He starts to nibble my ass… it’s really tough to read as he does that. The text swims.
“Get the same for me,” I tell him, not able to choose any further.
“Great. That makes it easy,” he says, picking up the phone to order.
“Drink?” he asks.
“Water’s fine,” I reply.
I wander around, picking up my clothes and his clothes, folding mine and setting them on the chair, then putting his on his suitcase. I stare out the window at the lights of the city, and suddenly he’s behind me, his arms are around my waist and he’s nibbling on my neck, on that spot that drives me crazy! I can feel him hard against my ass… I can’t believe I want him again. He puts one hand on my right breast, and runs a finger down my belly and into my pubic hair. I moan softly, as my hips press toward his hand.
“They said it will be 30 minutes. What should we do to pass the time?” he asks.
“You know just what to do…,” I tell him. He bites my shoulder and my insides start twisting again. He shoves a finger inside me.
“Burn, baby,” he whispers against my ear, flicking it with his tongue.
“Philip…” I start.
“Mmmm?” He interrupts me.
“I want you again… inside me,” I tell him.
“Before or after dinner?” He asks.
“Mmmm…both?” He chuckles and turns me around, kissing me deeply, winding his fingers through my hair, with a hand on my ass, pressing us close again. He walks me back onto the bed, flips me over on my stomach, pulls up my ass, kneels behind me and is inside me so fast my head is spinning. I slam back against him, tearing at the sheets, thrashing and moaning. I can’t see what he’s doing, but it’s almost hotter as my imagination spins out what it must look like to have his cock slamming to me.
All my inner muscles react at once, squeezing him, trying to keep him high up inside me. I can’t believe how deep he can get this way… so hot, so hard… damn. My mind is exploding! I feel like every nerve in my body is firing at once… cumming… cumming… and he joins me, letting out the most amazing sound from deep in his throat. It burns the moment in my memory. I know I will relive these moments over and over.
There’s a firm knock on the door. He throws the bedspread over me, throws on a hotel robe and answers the door, tipping the delivery man and taking a bag from him.
“Dinner!” he calls out. He sets the bag on the bed and sheds the robe. I pull out the containers and spoons and napkins. There’s also a beer in the bag. He gets me a bottle of water from the mini-fridge and I spread out our picnic. He opens a lobster roll and pops a bite into my mouth, taking one for himself.
“Mmm… delicious,” I tell him.
“Yum.. heavenly,” he says, savoring the morsel of sweet meat. He opens a chowder and hands it to me with a spoon. He opens the other and we both sip the warm creamy soup.
“Wow… this tastes great!” I blurt out.
“Oh yes… it’s real chowder!” He replies. We look at each other and I smile, noting the two of us having a nude banquet on New England’s finest seafood.
“This is the life,” I tell him.
“Yes… all my favorites. I try to eat lobster every meal while I’m in New England,” he says, leering at me. He leans down and sucks on my breast. It’s all I can do not to toss the food and ravage him, but I take deep breaths and resolve to do it after his last bite.
“Why are you smiling like that?” he asks.
“Thinking of ravaging you for dessert,” I reply.
“Oh, nice idea! How?” he asks.
“Me on top,” I reply, munching on the cold lobster.
“Oooh..,” he says, nodding his head as he slurps more chowder. “We probably should rest a bit, digest…much as I want to touch you right away,” he explains.
“Sure…” I agree, wondering how long I can actually wait. I finish eating and lean back against the headboard, watching him finish. He starts cleaning up the containers, so I get up and start tossing stuff into the trash. He smiles at me. I smile back.
“It’s incredible to be here with you, you know?” he marvels.
“Oh? Yes…it is,” I agree. He turns on the TV, find the music channels on the cable, and picks an old time station. Frank Sinatra’s smooth tones pour from the speakers, “I’ve Got You Under My Skin.” How perfect.
“Ah… nothing like Old Blue Eyes,” he says. He hums along and and we lie back on the bed. I settle into the hollow of his shoulder. He puts an arm around me, teasing my nipple with his thumb. My hips twist but I try to concentrate and relax. I feel very comfortable, peaceful yet my body is tingling… angling for more.
“It’s great when you show me, tell me what you want,” he says. I wonder if he can read my mind. “I’m not used to that. I like it, and being able to tell you things, do things…” he muses.
“I’m not used to doing any of it… you inspire me,” I try to explain.
“How long has it been since you had sex? You are so tight… almost feels like you’re a virgin,” he asks gently.
“Umm… well… about 10 years,” I confess. He looks astonished and shakes his head.
“Did you take care of things yourself at least?” he asks.
“Well… no,” I admit. “I just sort of, um… turned all that off.”
“Damn, girl,” he whistles. “What sort of fool is your husband?” he asks.
“It’s hard to explain. But you seem to have turned me back on…” I leer at him, trying to get to more pleasant topics.
“Yeah, well… you turn me on, too,” he admits, chuckling.
“At least you don’t have to worry about a jealous husband,” I point out. He looks skeptical. He hugs me. “You deserve to be ravaged regularly! You are a passionate woman!” I am touched.
“I wouldn’t have thought so… thought all that was over,” I admit. He kisses me, deeply.
“Don’t ever forget that I said so!” he commands. I smile. He smiles.
He leans down and takes my right nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and his teeth. My hips twitch. I flip around and take him into my mouth. He twists a bit until he can get his mouth on me, and we are at it again, giving and receiving orally in an explosive way. I try to concentrate on what I am doing and react to what he’s doing… incredible! I adore feeling his balls on my chin, and his tongue deep inside me… only in my dreams have I ever been so satisfied. I can’t stay still… I am moaning around his cock and my hips are rolling toward his mouth. Mmmm… he is moaning. He shifts and pulls my legs up onto his chest and dives back inside me with his hot, hard cock. I watch his face until I am lost in ecstasy, thrashing… twisting, slamming up into him. He cums again and the sounds he makes send me over the top. He collapses on me… and we hold each other as wave after wave crashes over me. I can’t seem to stop… he has set me off completely. Wow. Wow. Wow.
As the glow recedes, he whispers… “Do you get the message?”
“Oh yes.. you love me. Do you feel it too?” I ask.
“I think so… may have to keep being reminded, though,” he teases me. He takes a deep breath.
“I hate to say this, but I have to go soon,” he says with great reluctance. “Meetings…”
“Of course…,” I say, wondering if and when I will ever see him again.
“I’ll find a way to come back soon, or you can come to D.C.?” he asks, reading my mind again.
“Yes… I’d like that,” I tell him.
Back to the shower
He grabs my hand and pulls me up and out, leading me back to the shower. We gently wash each other, kissing in between, touching, hugging… and finishing much too quickly. I watch him shave and he smiles at me. I can’t believe how comfortable we are together, in the nude. Not my usual scene!
We go back into the room, and toss on our clothes. I feel as if I want to shout with joy or burst into tears. I make myself focus on the joy. I don’t want to waste a single second with him on sadness.
“How will you get home?” he asks.
“I’ll just hop in a cab. I took the T over but it doesn’t run right now,” I explain.
“I have a rental, I can drop you off if you point me back to the highway,” he offers.
“Oh… that would be lovely,” I accept, seeing a few more minutes with him.
I write out my contact info on the little hotel pad, and tuck the piece of paper into his jacket pocket with my contact info.
“Here’s my phone and email,” I say. He smiles.
He packs up his belongings, looks around to be sure he’s got it all, and we roll out into the hall, down to the lobby, then on to the garage. He settles me into the passenger seat and tosses his gear into the trunk. I kiss him as he starts the car. He chuckles.
I give him directions to my place. We pull up in front and he whistles, more impressed than most people.
“Quite a spot,” he says.
“Yes…it’s convenient,” I shrug. “You can see my balcony on the top floor,” I point. He looks up, then gets out. He hands me out of the car, and presses me back against it for one last embrace. I hold onto him, trying to store up images that can keep me warm when he’s gone.
“I love you… don’t forget,” he says.
“I love you. I’m so glad you went to that ballgame, and spoke to me,” I tell him. “Thank you.”
“You are most welcome,” he assures me. I unzip his fly and touch him one more time… he sighs.
“Oh, Sass… you…mmmm….” he closes his eyes. I kiss him and walk away. He gets back into the car, but stays until I am inside the door. I wave and he drives off.
I don’t understand why the fates brought us together. I’ll think about that another time. So much has happened in the last few hours! I feel so alive! As I ride up in the elevator, I close my eyes and feel his hands on me again, his mouth on me… his cock inside me. Mmmmm… there’s a man out there who wants to touch me! Who loves me! I am the luckiest woman in the world!