"Yeah, well, I've got to get back and get started on this," he said as he headed towards the door.
I stopped him and kissed him lightly on his lips. "One it is."
Standing there in my robe watching him leave it was all I could do not to reach out and grab him and start again. I felt a little like Lilli Von Shtupp in Blazing Saddles swooning as Clevon Little left. I was going to be sore for a while and relished every minute of it. I stood there by the door for a moment longer enjoying the lingering smell of his sweat. It was just nice to be enveloped by the aura of a man again. Knowing he would be bringing my computer back tomorrow was already creating anticipation.
I closed the door headed to the kitchen where I put together a late lunch. All of the sudden I was ravenous. There was a whole group of sensations still coursing through my system that I had not experienced in a long time. As I happily munched my sandwich I luxuriated in the feeling of blood flowing in places too frequently left dormant in recent years. Over time the stress that killed my husband had also eaten away at our intimacy and made inroads to killing our marriage. The abrupt end of all of it in the middle of the night affected the way I saw us as a couple. I missed the closeness of our early years but finally realized that it had eroded over time. My physical being had become quiet and isolated as our personal spaces became increasingly separate.
But oh boy, my body was awake now. Pulsing even. My cage had been rattled and I was a little like an awakened tiger pacing up and down wishing the keeper would return.
Keeper. That was a weird thought. Not sure where that came from. I never felt kept by Kevin when he was alive but maybe was possessed a bit by his ghost. Or had been. Was I trading one keeper for another? Was that what I was looking for?
Well, the pacing metaphor worked. I was having a hard time sitting still so I put down the half-eaten sandwich and went upstairs to put on my running shorts and shoes. I had to move. There was too much going on in my brain and the endorphins generated by three orgasms apparently were not enough to calm things down. So out on the road I went.
Sometimes running is just a drag. It is painful putting that next foot down and all I can think of is getting done. But then there are days like this when I feel like I'm flying and could go forever. After three miles I realized I was still a couple of miles from home and should be heading to the barn. My mind was much calmer now and was walking through the play by play of my encounter with Mark and our agreement on an alternative payment plan to fix my computer. What had ever given me the courage to do that? Somehow Mark just emanated safety. I felt an aura around him and knew that whatever I did would be okay. Apparently my subconscious also had some thoughts on the subject. Before I knew what was happening I had agreed to sex in exchange for repairs. Service for service, as it were. It only started that way, with me servicing him. I'm pretty sure I got the best of the deal. He was a wonderfully tender, intuitive, and resourceful lover.
Even while running I was beginning to feel horny. Definitely time to get home.
I finished with my usual sprint, stopping about a block from the house for a cool down walk home. Once inside, my first thought was a bath. Waiting for the tub to fill (with lots of bubbles, of course) I gave myself a critical once over in the bathroom mirror. All in all happy with the picture. My black hair was damp from running and hung straight down beyond my shoulders. I have never had children so it has been easier for me to maintain a fairly flat stomach. And of course, have never breast fed so my breasts, although proportionally large, were still firm. My hips were maybe a little muscular from running but were still a woman's hips. And between my runners legs a barely tamed patch of black hair contrasted with the white skin. All in all I was happy with the look of my mid 30's body.
The bath was ready and I slipped into the bubbles with a sigh of satisfaction so deep it surprised me. My dreamy world became small as the tub and I was content and just lay there letting my mind wander. Of course after a bit it wandered to the events of just a few hours ago when I had sex with a man I had met only an hour earlier. I was still shaking my head about that one. But the course of events unfolded so smoothly as if they were meant to be. When I opened the door, I had a shock of deja vu recognition. Although we had never met and I'm pretty sure I had never even seen him I had this feeling of knowing him. I felt comfortable around him immediately and that is unusual for me. Without being vain I know that men are attracted to me so I am equally reticent about that attention just out of habit, I guess. Maybe having an attractive man in my house for the first time in a year had kicked in my dormant libido or maybe he really did project some special magnetic force. Whatever the reason had I stepped way outside of my usual boundaries offering myself in exchange for necessary repairs.
Well, I actually knelt outside of my boundaries. With a smile on my face, I remember standing there feeling his hand slide up under my dress and his fingers caress the sensitive inside of my thighs traveling slowly up until he reached my panties and the covered lips of my pussy and how fast that turned me on. The only thing I could think of was that I really wanted to get my hands and mouth on his cock. Lying in the tub I mirrored his touch with my own fingers sliding up and down the soapy slit between my legs while I thought of how I knelt down before I had the chance to change my mind, ran my hands up the inside of his firm thighs to that wonderful hard shaft pushing against the front of his pants.
I've always been a cocksucker, my mind giggled at the thought. I've always loved to touch and lick and consume a smooth warm pulsing shaft. I always thought of my husband's cock as my own toy whenever I wanted to play with it. Somehow he didn't mind. This experience with Mark was even more intense.
As I moved my hand through the bath water with increasing pressure up and down my pussy I remembered the feeling of Mark's cock, the tender, silky skin, the bulbous top and how nice it felt sliding between my hands then between my lips as I slowly took more and more of him in my mouth. My thoughts vacillated between the now, with my pussy pulsing as it filled with blood, and then as I slid my tongue down the underneath part of his shaft. I was climbing the staircase to another orgasm again remembering that pulsing hardness on my tongue as I ever so slowly moved up and down his shaft. The vixen in me had stopped sucking him, looked up and said, "Weren't you going to do something about backups?"
"Right," he responded, and went back to the computer.
I returned to my task, my joyful playtime.
Back in my bath, I had homed in on my clit and was softly but insistently massaging it thinking of that slippery cock until the first waves of my orgasm shook me. It was nothing like what I had experienced with Mark earlier in the day but, after all, it was my forth of the afternoon.
After recovering and rinsing the soap off I spent the very late afternoon and evening with a glass or two of wine thinking about this day and the next when Mark was due to return the computer. What was the follow up to the first 'payments' on our plan?
My sleep was nearly dreamless and the morning sun woke me early. Back out for a shorter run I felt alive for the first time in nearly a year. Contentment took hold and it was wonderful as I glided along the last mile. Home and a shower later, the contentment was gone and my anxiety at Mark's return was on the rise.
Looking through my closet only made me crazier as I tried to figure out what to wear. For the return of the computer service man! I laughed out loud and it sounded very nervous to me. After looking at and rejecting an assortment of clothes: Too sexy, too plain, too dirty (how did that get back in the closet?) I decided on a rather plain pair of beige slacks and a simple pastel pink Anne Fontaine button down blouse. I did give into my libido a little with a red Victoria's Secret lace bra and panties combination.
Just before one I was back downstairs. Nearly on the dot the bell rang.
"Hey," I said lightly, "You're back." He smiled and followed me inside. My stomach was fluttering still. I was jumping back and forth between wanting to jump him and wanting to hold myself back. I was just kind of standing in the computer room wondering what to do next as he put down the computer and plugged it in.
"Let me start this restore," he said.
"Sure," I said. Can I get you a.. "
"No," he cut me off abruptly. Not no thank you. Not not right now. Just no. I didn't know what to make of that and was just standing there feeling at loose ends trying to figure out what to do with my hands.
