This is the second in a line of stories. If you have not read the first, titled
How We Got Started
, I suggest you read it before continuing with this one. Thank you for your time.
I rarely remember my dreams, but the ones I do remember, make me wake wanting him more.
In them, I relive the few precious moments I had in his arms, when we made love that one night, when he was last in town. I vividly remember the feel of his lips on mine, how my body responded to his kisses, how his body reacted to mine.
February was the last time I saw Jay in person, and it is now July. So that would make five months since last seeing each other. Now, that does not mean we hadn't kept in touch. Over the last several months, we talked through messenger when ever possible and exchanged emails and a few pictures. There were many times he had to pull a 24-hour duty shift and I would stay up with him as late as I possibly could to keep him company. We treasured that time, late at night, when all in my house was asleep, and I would be able to show him my naked body and what we could be doing if he was with me. Though he was not able to pleasure himself, he loved watching me. I loved when he'd tell me he dreamed of me, of us. He would tell me he'd cum in his sleep just from those arousing dreams.
In the several months since he'd left San Antonio, there had been many times Jay almost had to come back to town for his job. But, unfortunately, it never worked out. So, when he told me this time that he may be coming, I got a little excited; but was afraid to get my hopes up too high. We would only have one night, but I would be happy with just a few minutes of being with him if that was all I was allotted. It finally came down to the day he had to leave. I woke early with the kids as I always did but the first thing I did was check my email. Oh my God! There was an email from Jay telling me good morning and that he was leaving shortly, and instructed me to not forget my bag of goodies.
Luckily, my husband was out of town again. Also, luckily, just a month prior, my mom had moved in with my family, so I had someone to care for the children. To make plans to leave the house and meet Jay, I told my mom I wanted to go out with a friend of mine. She had no problems with that.
That entire day, preceding my visit with Jay, I had to continue to hide the smile that kept creeping across my face. Early in the day I packed the bag I was to take with me to see Jay and put it in my car so that I wouldn't raise questions if seen walking out with it when I was ready to leave for the evening. He knew just exactly what to tell me to bring. The things in the bag were to bring added enjoyment to our evening: a special video, my small collection of vibrators, my digital camera and lubricating lotion in the event we were able to try anal sex this time that we were together. It didn't matter to me much that we use any of the items except for the digital camera. I wanted a good close up picture of Jay's face. And I know he wanted to take some arousing pictures of me that I could later send to him after downloading them.
That evening after I'd put the kids to bed, I took my shower. Then I sprayed rose scented body oil over my arms, breasts, stomach, and all over my legs, making sure to get the inside of my upper thighs.
I dressed in my most feminine country clothes, not forgetting my hat. As I dressed, I tried to picture the look of appreciation I was sure to soon see on Jay's face. I chose a white peasant style pullover blouse, a full black skirt that had a little bit of black lace on it and my black boots. Under this ensemble I wore a white bra, my black thong and my white thigh high stockings.
As I headed out, I called "goodnight" to my mother, knowing she would not be up when I came home. I felt a little guilty knowing I was deceiving her, possibly ruining any trust she may have of me ever "going out" again if she knew my true intensions.
As I backed my car out of the driveway, I dialed Jay's room.
"Hello", he said as he answered the phone.
"Hi sweetie" I said, "I just wanted to let you know that I'm leaving the house. I should be able to meet you at Ci Ci's parking lot in about 30 minutes."