When she arrive he was in a tense mode. She could tell because she had trouble finding parking and she had threatened to leave. So he finally came down and helped her. Sure enough a perfect spot opened up not far from his apartment.
She dropped her bag off and kicked off her heels.
In his office he made her go on all fours. Lifting her dress he started to fuck her as she arched her back. He was eager to do that. Before she was allowed to complain further he had fucked her so deep that she was about to come. So she did. And he was all of sudden limp as well.
When it was over, he kissed her and held her tight. That's how you greet your lovers after you'd be apart for a week.
They had a healthy sex life. She liked him and she liked being with him. He was an easy man to please and he was not a man with a lot of words. Still she enjoyed talking as long as he'd listen.
At 10:45 he went to bed with her. His bed was big and comfortable and she fell asleep.
When they woke up he said, I watched you sleeping. Deep sound sleep. Heavy breathing. He apparently watched her sleep. He must love her. She thought. But she did not say a word.
In the morning she put her body on top of his until he was hard. And she rode him for a long time.
When it was all over, he said, "My cousin's husband slipped on ice and died. He was only 59. Getting divorced. He became paraplegic, they asked her what he wanted and he chose to end his life."
She said, "He had nothing to look forward to."
He said, "Yes, maybe. If this happened to me. I'd die too."
She touched his head, and his beard. She did not know what to say to that so she said nothing.
She did not want him to go like that. She wanted to tell him that she was worth living for.
But she said nothing at all. He kissed her.
Once he told her a midwesterner joke. "Once a farmer loved his wife so much so, that he almost said 'I love you' to her."
That was his sense of humor. They rarely spoke about their emotions. They rarely do anything about that. They were so afraid of expressing themselves.
But when asked if he had missed her, he said, "yes." And he was silent for a long time. She turned around to ask him to kiss her. She then said, "I missed you" three times. He counted and then he said, "You must really do. Because you said it three times."
He took her walking in his neighborhood. They checked out the houses and the trees. They stopped by a house with red lights and an expensive looking red walled library.
She wants to tell him that she started to love him. But she was not sure what would left if she did that.
She was afraid of that. So she said nothing at all.
She dropped her bag off and kicked off her heels.
In his office he made her go on all fours. Lifting her dress he started to fuck her as she arched her back. He was eager to do that. Before she was allowed to complain further he had fucked her so deep that she was about to come. So she did. And he was all of sudden limp as well.
When it was over, he kissed her and held her tight. That's how you greet your lovers after you'd be apart for a week.
They had a healthy sex life. She liked him and she liked being with him. He was an easy man to please and he was not a man with a lot of words. Still she enjoyed talking as long as he'd listen.
At 10:45 he went to bed with her. His bed was big and comfortable and she fell asleep.
When they woke up he said, I watched you sleeping. Deep sound sleep. Heavy breathing. He apparently watched her sleep. He must love her. She thought. But she did not say a word.
In the morning she put her body on top of his until he was hard. And she rode him for a long time.
When it was all over, he said, "My cousin's husband slipped on ice and died. He was only 59. Getting divorced. He became paraplegic, they asked her what he wanted and he chose to end his life."
She said, "He had nothing to look forward to."
He said, "Yes, maybe. If this happened to me. I'd die too."
She touched his head, and his beard. She did not know what to say to that so she said nothing.
She did not want him to go like that. She wanted to tell him that she was worth living for.
But she said nothing at all. He kissed her.
Once he told her a midwesterner joke. "Once a farmer loved his wife so much so, that he almost said 'I love you' to her."
That was his sense of humor. They rarely spoke about their emotions. They rarely do anything about that. They were so afraid of expressing themselves.
But when asked if he had missed her, he said, "yes." And he was silent for a long time. She turned around to ask him to kiss her. She then said, "I missed you" three times. He counted and then he said, "You must really do. Because you said it three times."
He took her walking in his neighborhood. They checked out the houses and the trees. They stopped by a house with red lights and an expensive looking red walled library.
She wants to tell him that she started to love him. But she was not sure what would left if she did that.
She was afraid of that. So she said nothing at all.
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