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LOS ANGELES WEEKEND:
...With the late morning daylight now spilling in through the bedroom drapes, I opened one eye and glanced outside... The wind was still blowing strongly and the rain certainly wasn't showing any signs of abating as of yet either, nor was it likely to any time soon....Fine with me, I thought as I pulled my wife even closer to me and pressed my manhood against her with increased urgency.
I held Andrea in the spooning position and just listened to the wind and steady rain as it continued pattering the sidewalk outside our bedroom window. It felt wonderful to just simply have a carefree day of rest scheduled on our agenda with no plans to go anywhere. The weather forecast was dismal so we weren't going to feel guilty if we stayed in bed all day and didn't even bother to dress.
For me, storms had always seemed to generate a tranquil feeling of inner peace that simply made a person want to lay down in a warm bed and go to sleep for the day, or throughout the night, whichever the case might be. However, sleep wasn't on my mind right now...Andrea was.
My wife's jasmine scented hair was starting to drive me completely out of my mind now as I pulled her back into the bed and toward me, away from the phone she'd presently been fumbling for. I buried my face deep within the cleft of her neck and thick mane of hair, breathing in her scent deeply.
With my eyes closed, I felt, rather than saw Andrea as she flipped the hair out of her eyes with the back of her hand with a quick little snapping motion, the way she always did....In a way it was strange, but somehow these small and seemingly insignificant things, that a woman does subconsciously, were the things that had always seemed to turn me on and mesmerize me the most.
...Andrea, squirmed her curvy bottom against me, she was still making a feeble effort to reach for her phone on the nightstand but I wasn't going to let that happen...
"Tim, I promised Connie that I'd call her at eleven AM this morning, it's eleven twenty five now." Andrea said with sleep still in her voice.
"Mmm" I mumbled without releasing her.
'Honey, I promised her tha-" Andrea suddenly let out a euphoric gasp as I reached down and massaged her vagina slightly.
"She'll understand if you call her later" I breathed selfishly into Andrea's left ear, my arms still tightly around her.
"...You're making this very hard for me, Tim" Andrea said, suddenly fully awake now, my manhood pressed tightly against her.
"You're making, THIS, very hard for me, woman" I gasped, my hot breath in her ear again.
Andrea responded with her naughty little school girl giggle, even though she was trying hard to be serious at the moment....I had her exactly where I wanted her now, past experience with Andrea had taught me that much. I knew that if I could just evoke that one particular little giggle from within her, that Andrea's defenses would suddenly be down and she'd be mine for the taking.
I'd been patiently waiting for the sound of this little chirp of laughter from her for the last several minutes now with all the expectancy of turning the ignition switch key of a fine automobile. With deliberate intention and skill, I methodically took full advantage of the moment and ran my left hand all over her, stoking the fire deep within her.
...I'd done this before and I knew what I was doing, I nodded to myself with pride.
...My mother had once described true romantic intimacy as being very similar to that of a game of chess, complete with complex strategies within the minds of both man and woman. There were spoils of love to be won yet there was also an intriguing degree of risk and danger involved, as both man and woman each had their own strengths and vulnerabilities.
However so much each person would be willing to exert these strengths or risk these vulnerabilities often decided the course of the evening, Mom had once explained. She had then stated that a certain amount of skill and cunning also played a wonderful and significant roll in this lovers game of chess. This, in turn, would often decide who would lead and who would follow during that evening's journey into euphoria.
Once, during a hypothetical conversation, Mom had looked directly into my eyes and asked the pointed question "How much time and effort are you willing to invest into yourself to win her heart and captivate her, son? How much time and effort are you willing to invest in bringing joy to this woman and keeping her captivated?"
...My mother had believed emphatically that physical fitness, personal pride and good self esteem greatly enhanced the ability to convey subliminal messages of passion and appeal to the opposite sex - and this took work. "If you want to have self esteem, then do esteemable things in life, son!"
Mom would often tell Ricky and me that self esteem and other desirable attributes were similar to the muscles within the human body. These so called "muscles" needed to be exercised daily to stay toned and healthy, she would explain.
"You want her to fall in love with you? Then start polishing yourself, practice good spiritual and mental hygiene, with an ample amount of time in the gym too. - Remember, son, you want her to be actively pursuing you, and not the other way around!" Mom would often say with emphasis.
...Within a truly romantic setting, My mother believed that mature erotica often began several hours before proceeding to the actual bedroom. In her mind, erotic passion initiated within the ambiance of a nice quiet restaurant or upon the dance floor with a man in formal attire, a man that she considered as a gentleman...
- Mom had once stated bluntly that the second she stepped out onto the dance floor with a man, she would know instantly whether or not that man would lead or follow within the bedroom.
...I was leading Andrea now - I was the master and Andrea was my love joy. She was the beautiful Supermarine Spitfire and I was the ace pilot that knew how to handle her like no other. I had the necessary skills and experience to tame this wild angel and make her fly at my own whim, any time I chose.
I was man.
Andrea's eyes were closed now and her breath was coming harder, as if she'd been running a great distance. Her hand was now resting upon mine as I continued to caress her with a slow circular motion.
...It was genuine love that I felt for my bride, here was my best friend and confidant, my companion, mentor and lover. Andrea was the alpha and the omega, the first and last...the apple of my eye. Never in my life had I ever possessed such genuine pride in another human being or, at any other time, within my own self either.
My mother had often stated that a man's strength derived from the love of his wife. I couldn't really comprehend this line of thought yet, but I knew my mother had beheld incredible wisdom concerning matters of the heart. I believed in my mother's words of wisdom - even though I didn't fully understand them. This, was barrowing faith, I'd once been told.
...Reaching down I gently massaged Andrea's moistness again and seemingly toggled an electrical switch deep within her.
- Roughly kicking away the covers now, she deftly and unexpectedly threw her right leg over me and mounted my manhood, her movements as quick and fluid as that of a big cat in the wild.
Looking upward at her now and reading the mirth within her eyes I quickly realized, with some degree of shock, that it had been Andrea leading us this morning and not me. She had coyly beckoned me with all of the subtle little things that she knew would evoke a response from within me, - the flipping of her hair, pressing herself against me, and her deep sighs of contentment as she lay close to me.
All the while this morning Andrea had been leading us...and I had followed, exactly as Andrea had predicted that I would.
Looking down her nose at me and seemingly able to read the expression on my face and inner most thoughts, Andrea smiled and said " I'm much better at this game then you are, my friend."
"I be-lieve...you" I gasped, looking up at her in awe.
She leaned down to kiss me and then huffed in my ear, her hair in my face.
