A breeze rolled across the yard. It was a warm summer afternoon and I was sitting on the deck, enjoying the afternoon air. Sipping my beer, I glanced down at my watch. It was past four o'clock. He should have been here by now, what was keeping him? I have been eagerly awaiting this all week; I couldn't wait to see him. My palms were sweating.
Then I heard a noise from the driveway. The unmistakable sound of gravel crunching, and then the sound of a car door shutting. When I looked up, there he was crossing the yard, his gray jeep parked out front. I felt my pulse quicken. Damn, he looks good; as I looked in his eyes, I felt a smile spread across my face.
"Hey, glad you could make it," I joked.
"Sorry, I hit a bit of traffic on the way."
"Have a beer," I offer, handing him a pbr from the cooler beside me.
We sat on the deck for awhile, catching up. Hours passed by and we tossed back a few beers, letting the alcohol loosen things up. The conversation died down and we sat in silence as we looked at each other.
"Oh," I say getting up, "let me show my new addition," crossing the deck and walking out into the yard. The grass felt warm under my feet. I brought him to a spot under the shade of a large oak.
"This? It's just a blanket," He said, looking confused.
I rolled my eyes, sometimes he was so clueless. I gave him a sly smile and said this spot overlooked the surrounding wood and was totally obscured from view. There was not another soul around, only us on our blanket. I smirked watching the look of understanding grow across his face. I sat down and then patted the empty space beside me.
It was quiet for a few moments, my gaze shifting from his eyes down to his lips and back up again. I leaned forward, our lips almost touching. His breath warm on my lips. I could feel my heart racing and my breath start to quicken.
"I've wanted this for so long," I whispered, "I want you too." He moaned in response. I kept thinking about all the nights that I had touched myself thinking about him. Imaging how he would feel, how he would touch me, the look on his face when he came. I could never have imagined this; the way his body felt touching mine was better than any fantasy. I became aware how wet I had gotten; I wanted him in me but, I knew I had to take my time. Savor the moment, I tell myself, you've waited too long to rush it.
"So many nights I've touched myself thinking about you, feeling you get hard, how you'd feel inside me. I want you so fucking bad."