Once more I want to thank CiaoSteve. Not only for his editorial advice but also for his contributions. He has become almost a confidant, allowing me to better express my adventures.
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I missed him. It had only been a few months, but we had such good times together. Now, Mathew was off at College, and I... well, I truly missed him. He was only living in the neighboring state, but he might as well have been thousands of miles away.
I had so much I wanted to tell him. Some things I came right out with, and others... well, some things are better kept to yourself. I never told him that I thought I was pregnant. It would have put a dampener on everything, and most likely scared him off for life. I guess it was just as well as, much to my relief, my predicament had been a false alarm.
We kept in touch, texting on a daily basis. I wanted him as much as I did on our first date, and he proclaimed to share the feeling. It was something, but nowhere near enough. He'd be back in the summer, but the summer seemed so far away, and what's more he'd probably find somebody else between now and then, somebody younger, somebody more beautiful, somebody more... well, appropriate for a guy of his age.
Frustrated that meeting again was not on the horizon, we continued to text, at times sext. I couldn't help but keep flicking my phone on, looking to see if there was another message from Mathew.
His last post had read:
"I want every inch of you. I want to feel your body wrapped around mine, to feel your warmth and soft skin against my body. I want to taste you, to feel your juice on my tongue. I want to be so close to you that it's like we are one. I want my hands and tongue to explore every part of your body. I want to feel you as you shake and quiver from the pleasure. I want to hold you in place and have you know you're not going anywhere until I'm done with you."
Not bad for a kid his age. I had taught him to be quite verbal, and as I read it, I felt a flush deep in my belly and a wetness down below. It had only been a few months but, yes, it had been way too long.
You know what they say about a twist of fate and how cruel it can be. Well, in this case fate did intervene, in a most unexpected, opportunistic and compassionate way. One evening, my husband announced that because of a spike of cases, his job was taking him on the road again, and he would be posted to a city that sat not quite 50 miles from Mathew's College.
His assignment was for no more than a week, and I had resigned myself to be alone at the ranch. I didn't think about it immediately, but a couple of nights later a light flashed in my mind. I was sure he wouldn't mind. All I needed though was to find the right time to ask.
"During your trip? Where will you be staying?" I asked Paul, handing him a large glass of red wine.
"There's a hotel not far from work. I'll get a room there. Why?" came his response, a suspicious tone to his last question.
"So, you won't be needing the car?"
"Well, I'll need it to get me there and back, but..." There was a hesitation in his voice and maybe a realization in what I was about to ask. "...where are you going with this?"
I knew Mathew lived on campus, however, not in the dorms. His family was well enough off for him to afford an apartment nearby. It was only a forty five minute or so drive, and under those conditions, I could still semi-insulate against the disease. All I needed was a vehicle.
"Well, you know. I just wondered..." I gave him those eyes, those it would mean the world to me eyes. "...You know. I could come with you, and, if you don't need the car—"
"—you can take it," Paul finished off my explanation. "And, where might you be taking it? It's that kid, isn't it?"
"I just thought... well, you are going to be close... so, why not pay him a surprise visit."
Paul just sipped his wine, then nodded.
"You never fail to amaze me. But allright, it sounds like a sound plan." There was a pause before he added. "Have you brought this up with him?"
"No, but I will. A surprise visit might be unfair, he could have some girl with him, and that would be a catastrophe."
As had become the habit, over an innocuous text message, I broke the news. From his almost immediate reply, Mathew sounded ecstatic at the idea, confirming that it had been a sound decision.
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So here we were, on the road, making small talk, me occasionally interrupting the conversation with ideas about my visit. If nothing else, this certainly made the trip seem shorter. We checked into the hotel late afternoon. To say it was a freebie—okay, well actually it was fairly expensive, but Paul's employer was picking up that bill—it was quite luxurious. They offered spas, pools, gym, and every type of amenity you should expect for the price. I wouldn't have minded spending a few days away in the hotel itself, but I had plans afoot.
I didn't think it would be prudent to visit that evening; after all, I needed rest and I so wanted him to see me at my best. What's more, being Friday, he had classes that afternoon anyway.
"I will be there tomorrow," I texted, "At what time do you want me?"
"I want you all the time?" came an instant reply, signed off with a winking emoji.
"Whenever you can get here," came a second message. "I have no plans except for being with you."
"How about mid-morning," I suggested. "That will give us time together, and I will still be able to make it back before Paul gets back from work."
I kept that charade up to feign Paul's ignorance, secretly knowing was also behind this.
Little did I know the visit would extend.
Saturday morning, Paul got up early and began to dress. He was so noisy and inconsiderate with my sleep that he woke me up, and I began to prepare myself as soon as he left.
The preparations were actually few; there was little I could do to impress the kid that hadn't tried already. The only possible impediment I found, was that my bush had grown exuberantly since he left, but I did not bring a trimmer. I could always use one of Paul's razors, but that tends to leave an immediate rash, which is not a pretty sight, so I dropped the subject.
Armed with little more than my purse and a small bottle of lube (just in case, LOL), I was on my way.
Google maps made the trip easy, and well before eleven, I was parking my vehicle at the curb.
I rang the doorbell, and Mathew opened the door immediately, which led me to believe he was just as eager as me and on the lookout for my arrival.
He looked gorgeous in a pair of tight jeans, an untucked long sleeve shirt, and stockinged feet. I almost felt overdressed but suspected that would change very soon.
My heart was racing, an excited anticipation flowing through my veins. It had seemed so long since his departure, and I couldn't wait to be in his arms again. I would not need a lot of foreplay; my mind and body were more than ready.
There was an urgency in the way he invited me in, closing the door as soon as I had walked inside. I had to think it was his eagerness for us to be back together, but I guessed there was also an element of getting me inside before anyone saw. I gave him the benefit of the doubt as we never made it beyond the foyer without being all over each other. There we stood, embracing, tongues intertwined in the most passionate of kisses. We had been down this road before. I knew what buttons to press, and he was familiar with mine. A trail of clothing followed us as we walked, disrobing as we went, to what I assumed was his bedroom.
I took a peek around me and saw that instead of the College dorm mess I had expected, he had taken the time to pick up. Very thoughtful of him.
In no time at all we were both naked. I climbed up on top of his bed, positioning myself half on my side, with one leg over the other, one hand playing with my hair, whilst the other lay across my breasts. It was a sort of 'tell me you like what you see' pose rather than a 'fuck me now' open invitation.
I smiled up at Mathew as he approached the bed, his eyes transfixed on my naked body. My heart pounded in expectation, as I waited for Mathew to make his move. When he did, it was spoken rather than physical.
"I have not taken a good look at you in months. Let me see all of you."
I took that to mean whatever wasn't exposed to his gaze so far, so I slid up on the bed and slowly, teasingly, spread myself. The pandemic had taken a toll on my grooming, and my bush was exuberant. Far from being repelled by the sight, Mathew seemed to be enthralled.
"God, you look hotter than ever. I want it, I want it all."
He dove onto the bed and began to nuzzle, kiss and lick my bare skin. He dwelled on my breasts, kneading them to start with, but soon following up with some serious suckling. I was saving the mommy card for when he needed encouragement, and certainly, at this moment, he didn't.
"My pussy misses you," I whispered, suggestively. "My pussy misses your kisses, and that gorgeous cock of yours."
He didn't need to be told twice. Sliding down, he showered kisses across my groins then my inner thighs. I spread my legs further and slid myself down the bed until his face was hovering over my aching sex. Placing my hands on his head, I led him towards my sweetest folds, holding his mouth temptingly over my slit.
I held him there for a moment, gasping as he flicked his tongue out and caressed my outer lips. It was all too much, my mind consumed by months of waiting for this very moment. Grabbing his head, I pulled him tight against my pussy. As he worked his tongue against my folds, forcing the tip between my lips, I released my grip, closed my eyes and moaned.
He was so much more confident, so much more direct, than those first times. Then I would have to guide him. Now though it was like a firework. I'd lit the match and stood, well actually laid, well back, as the young lad did the rest. I felt his fingers come into play, two digits running the length of my now sodden snatch, down toward my opening. Then I felt him. I gasped as those two fingers eased up into my pussy, filling an emptiness which seemed to have lasted forever.
