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.