It was late getting to Deborah. I'd been away for three months reporting the mess we are making in the Middle East.
That's what I do, I am a journalist/reporter but the job wrecks one's social life. I have already gone through two broken relationships, being away for so long.
It is understood, who would expect a woman to be that patient in putting up with long absences - unless she really was special, and that's my Deborah, I don't known how she puts up with me but I know one thing, it makes me love her all the more and I am absolutely besotted by her, and for me to seriously consider giving up the reporting lark and settling down to being just a writer - like doing my work from home with plenty of time for my baby and our social life.
The vacant space in Deborah's double bed has been like it for far too long and I aim to fill that regularly, it is a crying shame that a woman like Deborah has waited so long.
But though I am late she lets me in through the door and greets me a wonderful open hug , guiding me into the kitchen and fixing me something to eat and drink.
The male in me much rather wanting to put that aside for later and be beside her to snuggle up and share her body with mine.
But a woman's practicality being what it is, I resolved that the best thing was for me to get my hunger buds sorted before anything else, and with Deborah commenting on the way to my heart was through my stomach and that is what her Mum always said, I had no alternative than to accept.
"After all you need to get back some of that lost vitality if you want to share my bed for the night, Pete."
Now she was talking and I knew the absence had made her heart grow fonder and I hoped her lust too. Deborah since I have known her has been a very passionate lover and that's for certain, but she always stipulates ' with the right guy' and so I consider myself very lucky to be her right guy because I have so very much to give her.
Deborah is so very special and I have never known a woman like her,. And me treating her the way I do, sometimes I am thinking I ought to be shot, I really ought to do something about it, I would be so sorry if she gave me up and could never sleep if she went withy another - me thinking that he was getting what should be mine, those so wonderful Deborah special's like she was loving for England.
Just the thought that at last I would be sharing her bed and her being had besotted the mind for a week, since I managed at last to get whole week's leave, imagining a whole week with Deborah. Heaven!
I soon tuckered my pizza down as she watched me so endearingly, giving me the occasional smile which said so very much she loved me, her whole face lighting up then I returned her smile and touched her lips with my finger tips, she puckering her lips and smoothing them around my fingers was so very suggestive and sensual, then her eyes said everything, how much she needed me as much as I her, and soon we would be gratifying that need, what wonderful feeling that was.
She whispered how much she had missed me this last few months since we had not been with each other, and how she had craved many lonely nights aching for me.
And I had the same, so many times, thinking of her especially as my head hit the pillow and the throb set off the strong aching passion that wanted the real thing, and not just self gratification with only the image of Deborah there in my mindset.
Now she was for real, looking so absolutely right and lovely in a sheer silk and satin negligee which, she said, she had just bought fro my pleasure along with a few other small 'knick-knacks' from Ann Summers to keep me 'n heat' (It was that Tiger thing about us again) . Not as though she would need anything on that account that night, but the mind boggled as to what else she had bought - but she said as I often remembered her saying before, that I would have to wait, that perhaps if I was a good boy she may just treat me.
"Awe!" I said, and there was me planning on being a real naughty boy too!"
She chuckled in that certain way and took my hand and led me up the stairs, like we were climbing the steps to heaven, her heaven and mine shared...
She just stood there in her negligee and looked a million dollars, that's all she had to do to lure me to her den, in my mind those hot days of summer when she'd purr and make me growl like a tiger. It had been so very long that my nerves were all asunder, the waiting, the hoping, the sheer frustration was now in the past and here was now, standing there in front of me, looking so wonderful, sexy and inviting.
I guess I had frozen in my stance just gazing at her beauty, she was as stunning as ever she was and then she closed to me, brushing her lips against mine and rubbing her nose to mine as her fingers gently clasped around the back of my neck and teased me there.
"I do think it would be a good idea if you get undressed, Pete if you are going to bed with me?"
Stuttering and still in a state of excitement I sort or trundled toward the bathroom.
"And where do you think you are going, lover mine?" Louise queried.
"I should shower and change! I replied." It's been a long day and all that travel dust.
She just stood there as if to say it didn't matter - as I remember she had done before, but she must have read my mind because I just felt I needed to be squeaky clean for her, she was my woman and I wanted to give her my best, and I would not feel comfortable unless I showered. The way she smelt, the way she looked, her whole charisma demanded the very best
"If you must then Pete -you will find a clean towel inside. I will go and warm the bed so don't be long huh? This girl has waited long enough!"
I ventured into the bathroom with her perfume tantalising my nostrils and soon it was off clothes and dowsing under the shower.
I heard Deborah cry from beyond: "Sing for me, baby?"
It was part of our scenario, for me to sing in the shower, "Are you singing for your supper?" she added with a certain huskiness about the sound of her voice which drove me crazy
Drying myself I felt a surge - my mind saying 'down boy, save it for later - I guess it had become part of the shower scene- like it was force of habit to see to 'Freddy' with wild imaginings of Deborah - but the substitute was not needed , definitely not for Freddy who would be well served tonight. Freddy being the name given to a very important part of me and not to be spoiled by a premature ejaculation.
And always remembered, Deborah had her solution for that, given a pair of her thongs ... I wonder if she will remember...
As always, remembering Deborah's taste, I wore a pair of burgundy Calvin Kline boxer shorts, she hated briefs, much preferred boxers - closing the bathroom door behind me I made for the bed with its attractive burgundy duvet to match the decor, Deborah was particular about that and there she was, my baby, sitting there beneath the duvet and looking wonderful and flushed, as I remembered her to be at times like these. She was beautiful and everything I wanted in a woman, I loved her to bits and it was definitely a love match - and as soon as I filled that gap beside her, the gap that had been vacant for so long, I snuggled down with her and instantly felt the warmth of her so tender -to- touch body through the sheer silkiness of her black negligee, she slipped down and first our lips met in so passionate a deep searching kiss and we were almost complete again, I felt her body shudder:
"It's been so long, Darling!" She whispered as she turned facing away from me, she hadn't altered her habits, the way she liked me to snuggle up to her behind, to clasp her firm bosom in my searching hands as I felt the urge grow and neatly slip between her diamond, that so wonderfully feminine gap between where Freddy could temporarily lodge and take in the beautiful feel and pulsations of his cherry, the part of her just as important as Freddy - where he could sink into her and feel her love bring him to a head and she too, to reach that wonderful waterloo which would bond their deep lust and love so perfectly
