Every time I see him, I find a new thing about him to adore. The man is an angel on Earth and can do no wrong. I said what I said.
I went to his city again this weekend. I arrived much later than I had planned thanks to a bit of car trouble, but I was still checked in to the hotel by the time he got off work. Obviously I have been feeling pretty rotten about exposing him to chlamydia and I wanted to make it up to him – not that he is in the least bit perturbed. So, when he asked where I’d like to go for dinner I suggested a fancy Italian place, my treat. When he arrived at the hotel he looked so good. He always does. He’s so fucking beautiful.
I had brought an outfit that was halfway acceptable for an upscale eatery. I wanted to look nice. As I prepared to put on my makeup, I realized that I had left it at all at home, 150 miles away. Well, shit. When I told B, I said I would just have go without. ‘My face will just have to be my face’, I said. ‘I love your face!’ He said.
This was technically our 8th (I think) date, although I don’t really think of them as ‘dates’ anymore, so much as visits. We’ve never had a fancy dinner date, or been to see a movie together. So this night, we were going to do both.
Restaurant first. The food was incredible. With every bite, we threw each other happy, satisfied looks of sheer delight. We both ate three courses, and tried everything on each other’s plates. Our tummies were entirely happy. His meal featured some potatoes that were so good I think it is now my mission in life to learn how to make them. They were seriously the best potatoes I’ve ever eaten in my entire 35 years of life.
Next, movie. Avatar in IMAX 3D. Did you know that you can raise the armrest between the seats in a cinema?! Because I didn’t! What a revelation. The movie was great, he had seen it before but I hadn’t. I would absolutely be up for fooling around in the dark while a movie plays, but B takes movie watching quite a bit more seriously and has vetoed that particular activity. Party pooper. It was lovely to just to sit there though, hands on each other’s thighs. He was wearing very touchable pants.
We got back to our room at around 3am. Tired, horny, with an awful lot of our go-to pastimes off the table, thanks to my wonderfully sexy infection. We made it work. We fooled around with just our hands until we were both well satisfied. It was much more fun than anticipated. Did I want to fuck? Absolutely. But I did not feel short changed. Not a bit. We have such good chemistry, I think we could do almost anything and he would find a way to satisfy me. And, I flatter myself, vice versa.
We slept for a few hours, packed up and headed out for breakfast. Again, delicious. Then on to an amazing plant nursery where I showed significant restraint and only purchased one plant. Personal growth. I wasn’t quite ready to say goodbye yet, and he had a little time, so we went to park and walked a bit in the sunshine, and talked. It was a great conversation, lots of honesty and things that matter. Lots of talk about sex, too. We both got completely worked up, just sitting there and talking about our fantasies and various experiences that we have had.
When it was time to leave, we got back in his car and got a bit carried away with making out, partial nudity happened. I was supposed to be lookout, but I got distracted by all of the wonderful things that were happening and when we looked up, there was an occupied car parked directly behind us. Whoops. He took me to my car, I bent across the back seat to secure my new plant, ready for the drive home, and felt his hands on my hips and then him pressing against me. FUCK. I arched my back and pushed back on to him. Entirely frustrated.
I kissed him goodbye and promised that I’ll fuck him senseless on our next visit. Please, let it be soon.
Fat and Slutty 