Since it was Sunday, I opted to catch up on some much needed rest by sleeping in for a bit. When I finally woke around noon, I fixed myself a cup of exquisite Kona coffee and staggered off to the shower. The hot water, combined with an initial jolt of caffeine helped rejuvenate my tired ass.
While drinking another cup of the splendid Hawaiian brew, I checked my email. My heart raced, as it typically does, when I saw a message from you in the inbox. After reading the subject line, 'My ass misses your hands,' I chuckled, thinking you certainly know how to get my attention. I read your message several times and smiled each time I came to the part that read, 'I want to feel your hands on my ass right now.'
'What an invigorating message to wake up to,' I thought. As I contemplated my hands rubbing your sweet ass, my mind slowly drifted off, recalling the events from the other night.
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Thursday evening
As I greet you at the door, my heart throbs with excitement from our eager and prolonged embrace. My new job doesn't allow me the opportunity to see you much these days so it pleases me to know that I am not alone in the 'missing you' department. Clearly, it has been far too long since I've held you in my arms.
I gaze into your green eyes, looking for that familiar sparkle. However, your eyes quickly tell me that something's amiss.
"What's wrong, Sandy?" I ask concerned.
"Oh the usual," you reply.
"You know. Rowdy children and obnoxious parents," you add.
"Oh, I see," I state sympathetically.
"Why don't you take a relaxing shower and rest, while I go pick us up something to eat?" I suggest.
"Thank you Shawn, I think that's a great idea," you say with a hint of relief in your voice.
As you step into the bathroom, I grab my car keys and head out in search of food. I drive around for 20-30 minutes before stopping at a fast food place. Hopefully, the alone time will give you an opportunity to unwind some. I take the long way back to the hotel in order to give you some additional time.
As I enter the semi-darkened room, I marvel at the picturesque scene before me. My eyes are immediately drawn to the queen-sized bed. As I scan across the fluffy blue comforter, I can't help but notice what a perfect backdrop it makes for your creamy complexion. The natural beauty emanating from your near naked body is further amplified by the amber glow of the desk lamp. A pair of white lace ruffled panties completes the portrait by accentuating the curves of your luscious body. I am indeed transfixed by your beauty.
Mesmerized, I quietly close the door and sit the food upon the table. I am instinctively drawn to the tranquil scene before me. Silently, I approach the bed, removing my clothes with each step. Pausing at the foot of the bed, I contemplate how to best wake you. Your provocative ass gives me a wonderful idea.
Cupping my palms over your cheeks, I begin massaging your scantily-clad bottom. The slick material slides back and forth as I playfully tease and caress you. You quiver as I squeeze your cheeks gently together. Your faint moans tell me you've awakened to my sensual touch.
You sigh as I slowly slide my callused hands under your panties. As I gently fondle your tender flesh, you tense. Within minutes, my caresses have you squirming. Your moans become more pronounced as you grind your pelvis into the bed, rubbing your vulva against the comforter.
You shudder as my bold fingers explore the sensitive area around your anus. Electrifying sensations radiate through your body as my fingertips tease your delicate opening. My mischievous caressing causes your moans to intensify further.
I lean forward and place feather light kisses along the top edge of your panties. You sigh approvingly as my lips trail along your delicate skin. Hooking my fingers into the elastic, I pull your panties down slightly, kissing the newly exposed skin. As I caress the skin, you writhe beneath the pleasure of my lips. Eagerly, you tilt your pelvis allowing me to slide your panties completely down.
You squirm beneath me as my lips caress the fullness of your derrière. My hand runs along your inner thigh, causing you to tremble with anticipation. The tide of passion rises as my strokes get closer and closer to your womanhood. The instant my hand brushes over your moistened mound your thighs squeeze tightly together, trapping me against your desire.