A cool breeze, the smell of dew on freshly cut grass, flowers gently blowing too and fro…the morning song of a pair of Pine Buntings calling to each other across an open field. Slowly my eyes opened, my senses awakening to the world that was awake long before me, my vision slowly coming into focus. I looked down, your head was on my chest, my arm around you, your hair covering your face, your neck barely visible….oh how I loved your neck, the subtle lines, the firmness. I lay still, not wanting to wake you…..just wanting to watch you, feel you, smell you; your scent, your being. It was our last day together, perhaps forever…..I wanted to savor every moment with you. Where had the week gone? How quickly time moves when you want it to stand still…..beg it to give you one more day, an hour perhaps, even just one extra minute to be joined in this bliss…..my eyes closed again, the week unfolding in my mind like an old black and white silent movie……images, pictures, feelings, emotions, raw passion, sex, but no words, no voices. The week had been an escape from reality, but it was over; each second passing away until we would leave each other. I looked at you, gazing at your lips, brushing your hair aside so I could see your face, your eyes….your neck. This woman was not the woman I met at dinner one week ago, and I was not the same man. We had both grown, finding pieces of our beings that we had suppressed many years before…..now reborn.
A grandfather clock chimed in the hall, its deep tones forcing their way into our room. You began to stir…..please don’t wake up, please I begged, knowing that once you awoke, the reality of this day was finally upon us and I could not take it back. As long as you slept I could still imagine it was a dream, a fantasy…..please don’t wake up. “Damn,” I thought to myself as your eyes opened, looking up at me, a deep smile on your face, your body still tightly pressed against me, the warmth bonding us together. “Good morning, sweet,” you softly whispered, pulling yourself up a bit, our lips touching lightly……your eyes averting mine, your head returning to nestle in against my neck. You too prayed this day would not come, wishing you would not wake, knowing that once you did, it was over. I do not know how long we lay like that, arm in arm, our bodies fused together, our eyes looking away, but our souls coming together. I thought I heard you crying…..your hand wiping a tear from your cheek, but froze, unable to move for fear that I would make it worse for you……more afraid that I would cry also. “When does it end?” you asked, your head still turned away from mine…..your voice unsteady. “Too soon,” I replied, all I could manage to get out…..you, aware as I was when your flight departed. I stroked your arm lightly with my fingers, my eyes following the curve of the sheets as they outlined your body……a small tear starting to swell in my eye.
Finally, reluctantly, I sat up, you sliding off of me, your face buried in my pillow, your chest heaving as the tears rolled out. I sat back down next to you, my arm resting on your back. You turned your head slightly, your eyes red, your cheeks wet, you lips trembling slightly. I leaned down, my lips gently touching your cheek, a faint hint of your tear wet against them. I took your hand, standing up, leading you into the bathroom and turned on the shower……steam rising towards the ceiling, the mirror quickly fogging. I turned you to me, taking in the sheer beauty of you…..your lines, your curves, your essence. I took your face gently in my hands, kissing you deeply; deeper than we had known this week, our tongues slowly dance, darting, intertwined with each other. I stepped back, looked at you longingly, “I want you,” coming from my trembling lips. You reached down, taking the bottom of your pink camisole, pulling it slowly over your head, dropping it to the floor. You looked at me, winking, taking your breasts in your hands, slowing massaging them, rolling your nipples between your fingertips, your head tilting back ever so slightly. My hand found its way into my boxers, firmly gripping my cock, squeezing it, urging it to come to life. You looked at me, watching me rub my cock, licking your lips, blowing me a small kiss; enraging my cock further. Your hands moved down towards your panties; as usual French cut, but plain white and cotton……a picture I would never be able to get out of my head. You slid them down and they softly fell to the floor, exposing your wetness, your juices starting to run down your leg. You sat down on the edge of the tub, your eyes on my cock, your fingers driving deep into your pussy……my boxers on the floor now, my hand working feverishly. The clock again stood still for us, as we watched each other, masturbating, not touching, yet closer to each other than we had been all week. “Unnnnnnhhhhhhh, godddddd,” my load shooting from my cock, falling thickly on the white tile floor, “unnnnnhhhhhhh, baby,” more cum oozing from my cock, my hand milking it, coaxing every drop of it out………your body beginning to convulse as you watched me. Your head was back, your teeth clamped down on your lip, one hand firmly grasping your left breast, your other hand firmly massaging your clit, “mmmmmmhhhhhhhh, fucckkkkkkk.” You stifled a scream as your juices shot across the room, covering the floor, your thick, sweet liquid mixing with mine.
A grandfather clock chimed in the hall, its deep tones forcing their way into our room. You began to stir…..please don’t wake up, please I begged, knowing that once you awoke, the reality of this day was finally upon us and I could not take it back. As long as you slept I could still imagine it was a dream, a fantasy…..please don’t wake up. “Damn,” I thought to myself as your eyes opened, looking up at me, a deep smile on your face, your body still tightly pressed against me, the warmth bonding us together. “Good morning, sweet,” you softly whispered, pulling yourself up a bit, our lips touching lightly……your eyes averting mine, your head returning to nestle in against my neck. You too prayed this day would not come, wishing you would not wake, knowing that once you did, it was over. I do not know how long we lay like that, arm in arm, our bodies fused together, our eyes looking away, but our souls coming together. I thought I heard you crying…..your hand wiping a tear from your cheek, but froze, unable to move for fear that I would make it worse for you……more afraid that I would cry also. “When does it end?” you asked, your head still turned away from mine…..your voice unsteady. “Too soon,” I replied, all I could manage to get out…..you, aware as I was when your flight departed. I stroked your arm lightly with my fingers, my eyes following the curve of the sheets as they outlined your body……a small tear starting to swell in my eye.
Finally, reluctantly, I sat up, you sliding off of me, your face buried in my pillow, your chest heaving as the tears rolled out. I sat back down next to you, my arm resting on your back. You turned your head slightly, your eyes red, your cheeks wet, you lips trembling slightly. I leaned down, my lips gently touching your cheek, a faint hint of your tear wet against them. I took your hand, standing up, leading you into the bathroom and turned on the shower……steam rising towards the ceiling, the mirror quickly fogging. I turned you to me, taking in the sheer beauty of you…..your lines, your curves, your essence. I took your face gently in my hands, kissing you deeply; deeper than we had known this week, our tongues slowly dance, darting, intertwined with each other. I stepped back, looked at you longingly, “I want you,” coming from my trembling lips. You reached down, taking the bottom of your pink camisole, pulling it slowly over your head, dropping it to the floor. You looked at me, winking, taking your breasts in your hands, slowing massaging them, rolling your nipples between your fingertips, your head tilting back ever so slightly. My hand found its way into my boxers, firmly gripping my cock, squeezing it, urging it to come to life. You looked at me, watching me rub my cock, licking your lips, blowing me a small kiss; enraging my cock further. Your hands moved down towards your panties; as usual French cut, but plain white and cotton……a picture I would never be able to get out of my head. You slid them down and they softly fell to the floor, exposing your wetness, your juices starting to run down your leg. You sat down on the edge of the tub, your eyes on my cock, your fingers driving deep into your pussy……my boxers on the floor now, my hand working feverishly. The clock again stood still for us, as we watched each other, masturbating, not touching, yet closer to each other than we had been all week. “Unnnnnnhhhhhhh, godddddd,” my load shooting from my cock, falling thickly on the white tile floor, “unnnnnhhhhhhh, baby,” more cum oozing from my cock, my hand milking it, coaxing every drop of it out………your body beginning to convulse as you watched me. Your head was back, your teeth clamped down on your lip, one hand firmly grasping your left breast, your other hand firmly massaging your clit, “mmmmmmhhhhhhhh, fucckkkkkkk.” You stifled a scream as your juices shot across the room, covering the floor, your thick, sweet liquid mixing with mine.
