A Lovely Little Tryst

He’s been my lover for months now. We’ve only gotten together a handful of times, but these were good times indeed. The last time we got together was over two months ago so tonight is a big deal. He’s meeting me around six this evening at a motel in town. In the morning, we’ll move the party to my house. I’m nervous about having him in my house, but so excited to have him in my bed.
My husband is driving me to the motel when I get the call. John, my lover, is hung up with work. He won’t be able to make it. It felt like a knife cut in to me. It’s been two months since I last saw him. It's been far too long in my book. He has an idea. He’s hoping that I might drive to him. It’s a three and a half hour drive. I know, I’ve made that drive to **** him a couple of times before. My plan, prior to the phone call, was to check in to our room and take a nap while I waited for John to arrive. Now, I’m left debating whether I have enough energy to make a 3 ½ hour drive. I’m also trying to figure out if I can wait longer to **** him when I am so spun up.
I’m frustrated. I hang up the phone with John without yelling or bitching. I promised him from the beginning that I was a zero drama kind of gal, but I’m pissed. My husband has already turned the truck around since it was clear from my side of the conversation that the night’s festivities were called off. After hanging up, I turned to Rich and let loose. “I ******* knew this would happen. Anytime I’m truly excited about something, it gets ****** up. He wants me to drive to him…” Richard was silent, letting me work it through my brain. There was nothing he could say that would make me feel better. We’re almost home when I had pretty much decided I was going to drive to him. I had been waiting for the night for months. I was not postponing again. I turned to Richard and stated my intentions. “I think I will drive to him.” Richard didn’t look surprised. I’d made the trip before, but that was during the summer. It’s winter time now.
My phone rang as we drove in to our neighborhood. It was him. He was just calling back to fully explain why he couldn’t drive to me. When I suggested that I might drive to him, he sounded somewhat excited. I’ve always seemed attracted to men who don’t wear their emotions on their sleeves, but it would be nice to hear the excitement once in a while. I told him I would be leaving shortly. He thanked me for my willingness to travel to him. He told me to drive carefully and I told him I would call him for directions to his room when I rolled in to town.
When my husband and I pulled in to our driveway, I immediately started transferring my stuff to the other vehicle. I was only home for about five minutes before leaving again. I was excited and needed to get there as soon as possible. It was only an hour later when I started thinking about all the things I should have done while home. I should have gotten my hand gun. It’s not safe for a woman to be driving alone at night. I forgot to get my cd’s so I would have music to listen to. I only had one Toby Keith C.D. I like it, but you can only listen to one C.D. so much.
Within the first hour of driving, I started seeing snow on the side of the roads. It wasn’t long before the road seemed to have snow on it and possibly ice. I stomped on my brakes to see if it was slippery. The road speed limit is 70mph which means I usually do 80. Now I had to keep an eye on my speed. The first time I checked the road surface it was fine. Within a couple of miles, it was slippery enough I had to cut my speed down to an average of 50mph. I was sure I wouldn’t get to John until midnight, but still I traveled on. I was willing to drive all night as long as John was there to **** me at the end.
The drive there is a story all on its own. It’s the first time I’ve passed vehicles on a snowy road, but when cars are doing 30mph on the highway, I was just too excited to put up with that.
I arrived in his town after a little less than four hours of driving. I called him and was anxiously waiting for him to answer. I had a sudden fear that he wouldn’t answer and I’d be stuck in this town with nowhere to go. Okay, I know that’s not going to happen, but the negative part of me had to have its moment.
After two rings, John answered. I let him know I was only a couple blocks away from our planned meeting spot. When I arrived, I anxiously waited in the parking lot. I saw him pull in and got out of my truck to talk to go to him. It was cold, windy and raining. He gave me a basic idea of where we were going and I followed him to the motel. He was not overly excited to see me (or at least that’s the impression he gives.
He was on the second of three floors and his room (and the beds headboard) was against the wall of the stairwell. Later I will be banging that headboard against the wall.
The room was nice. It had a kitchenette and even had a recliner. Not bad for a military installation. Oh, did I not mention that before? Yes, he’s military and I’m a military dependent as well as being a veteran.
The room had a queen size bed which I jumped on after giving John a quick kiss. I started stretching my back, hips, and neck. It was a long drive and I have issues with Fibromyalgia. I wasn’t too sore, but I wanted to make sure I was good and ready for ******* John.
John came over and sat down beside me. He took time to tell me about his latest work with the military. He had been sent to help with the after effects of Superstorm Sandy. This is part of the reason I have not seen him for a while). I quietly listened, figuring he was just getting it off his chest. I lightly ran my fingers over his chest and stomach, up to his neck, his ears, his arms, basically any part I could reach. Suddenly he turned toward me and captured my mouth in a kiss. I moaned and arched my back, pushing my body in to his. He wrapped his arm around my back and pulled me against him. I could feel his erection. This surprised me as we were having a relatively benign conversation prior to this. I ground my hips in to him. He kissed me again and pushed his hips in to me, I gasped from the pleasure.
John rolled on to me and kissed me some more before standing up to remove his clothing. I removed my clothing as well and waited anxiously for him to join me again. He balanced himself over me. I reached up and held on to his rock hard biceps. He tickled and teased my ***** with the head of his ****. My body reached out for him. My body was begging for him. I arched my back, trying to make contact with every inch of exposed skin. I didn’t need to use words. My body was reacting to his presence and an aching need I had been feeling for months.
I was more hot, wet, and willing than I believe I have ever been in my life. Four hours of driving gave me plenty of time to work up this moment in my mind.
He slid in me holding his breath, his eyes closed, he threw his head back and he buried himself in me with a loud groan. The pleasure was plastered across his face. His sigh mingled with my own and I lifted my hips and bucked against him, each thrust of his hips I pushed my hips up to meet his, burying his **** deep in me. I lack to vocabulary to fully explain the pleasure I felt at this moment.
He slowly pulled his **** out before slamming it in to me again. I kept up the pace grinding my hips to meet his and I cried out from the pleasure. He continued to slowly impale me over and over again. It reached a slow glorious ****** within a few minutes. This has got to be a record. Each stroke of his **** sent waves of pleasure through my womb.
I put my lips by his ear and whispered “can I please ride you?” He looked at me quizzically and asked “What did you say?” I licked my lips and said “I want to ride you, PLEASE.” He smiled, slid his **** out of me and rolled on to his back. I climbed up on to him and quickly slid down on to his ****. Again, I shuttered and sighed; he groaned while tightly closing his eyes and turned his head to the side. I took that opportunity to lightly kiss his neck and grazing my teeth across his sensitive skin.
I sat back up and arched my back, my long hair grazing my ***; his **** pushing even deeper in to me. I imagined the touch of my hair was another lover’s hands. I quickly came. Every stroke of his **** felt like a mini ******, but it was building up. Each one was a little better than the last. I was definitely building up to something much more intense. I was banging the headboard against the wall making a lot of noise, but I didn’t care. I was crying out from the pleasure each he plunged in to me. I was louder than ever and I didn’t care. It was so intense, I couldn’t help myself. I was grinding my ***** in to him. The hair on his abdomen was rubbing my **** each time I pressed myself in to him. Within minutes, I spun up to an incredibly intense ******. It was so intense, I thought I was going to pee on myself. I think I held back a little because of that. I surely did not want to pee on my lover. He’s not in to that and neither am I.
I continued to ride him this way. I saw no reason to change a very pleasurable situation. As we ******, John’s breathing became quicker. His moans were more intense, coming quickly one after the other. When he came it came out as a very sexy growl of sorts. I watched as he went through the intense, shaking ******.
He plastered a smile across his face. His eyes were still closed. He slowly opened them, blinking to regain focus. This was a good one. I remained seated on his ****, gently squeezing his **** with the muscles in my *****. I want to completely drain him and I am still feeling the intense pleasure of having his **** inside me.
I slowly started ******* John again. I gently raised my hips, just a little, and then slid back down grinding my ***** harder in to him. He’s almost looking at me with wonderment. He seems surprised that I am still ******* him.
I continue to ride him and I spin up to a lovely ******. Still, it feels so good and I continue to ride him. I can’t stop. The pleasure is just too intense. Again, I hear John’s breathing become more erratic. I watched as his eyes seemed to go out of focus and roll up in his head. Again, the sexy growl/groan gets me so excited; I slip over the edge and come along with him.
I know he’s got to make a phone call for work soon so I take this opportunity to slip off of his ****.
We start making idle chit chat again. I start touching him. He quickly felt ready to go again, but had to leave for work shortly. He’ll only be gone a few minutes and he promised me it would be worth the wait and it was, but that’s a story for another time.
micmrensel micmrensel
41-45, F
3 Responses Dec 8, 2012

good written

My God! What a hell hot, well written story! Thank you! Now I have to go give the old soldier a discharge!

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