Anyway, after another minute or so, she got up, without touching me at all. She dressed, still chatting about this and that, and got on with the start of her day, sorting out the children’s breakfast, lunch boxes and stuff.
I laid there in bed, thinking about regaining some sleep, and closed my eyes. I still had my raging hard on however, and my thoughts soon strayed in another direction.
Can you guess where my thoughts strayed?
Where do you think they went?
I thought of the two of us together. Walking and enjoying each other. In my thoughts as we walked, I imagined myself looking into those wonderful eyes of yours and loving that cheeky grin.
I thought about us walking into a pub hotel, taking a room together as man and wife, with a packed bag that you'd brought to make our act seem real. With both our wedding rings, we played the part perfectly. What was in the bag? I wondered to myself. I was sure I'd soon find out.
Having sorted everything out at reception, we went up to the room we were given. I followed you up the stairs, admiring your ass in those leather pants of yours. The dark tailored blouse you wore, accentuated your figure. I was in lust!
We found the room easily. I held the bag while you unlocked and opened the door. We stepped inside and I closed the door and turned the lock. We looked at each other and I felt you were going to jump on me and pin me to the door in our first, long kiss.
I dropped the bag, held my hands up and said to cool it a bit.
I was excited. Very excited. I could hear my heart pounding, feeling it inside my chest, and as I looked at you, savouring the vision, I knew if I wasn't careful, if I didn't relax, I'd not be able to perform for you. I didn't care about me. If I didn't have an orgasm on this our first meeting, it wouldn't bother me in the slightest. I did care about you though, and wanted you to have the time of your life, and knew I had to calm down.
It was unnecessary pressure that I was putting on myself, and I knew that, but it was there anyway. Nothing I could do about it, I just had to deal with it.
I sat us both down on the bed, next to each other, and we chatted a little, holding hands as I explained the reason for my hesitancy. You smiled understandingly, waiting patiently for me to finish. Once you were happy I had, you reached across and gently pulled my face onto yours and you kissed me.
It was fantastic. The sweetest most sensational kiss I had ever had in my life. Our tongues met and danced together, gently, not forcefully, as we enjoyed this sensual moment together.
As I laid there on my bed, stroking my hard cock under the covers, my mind jumped forwards 2 minutes or so.
Sensing the pressure in me, you had separated our mouths with your fingers, silencing me. You told me to relax. You moved yourself into a kneeling position between my legs. Your blouse was coming off, and you were wearing the shiny red bra, from the Christmas photo you had sent me. This was a vision I'd dreamed of, for a long, long time.
I sat back on the bed and allowed you to do whatever you wanted next, which I hoped would be something I've wanted you to do for ever it seemed. You knew what I wanted and began fumbling with my trousers.
