Mistress's Journal
Pt. 5 - Apart
As numb as I was after the miscarriage, I was also determined. I reconciled with myself that my marriage was dead. I had no desire left to save it, and so I had to let it go. I'm not sure when, but I understood that it would have to happen. I was tired of feeling poorly about myself, so I began to exercise and dropped thirty pounds.
I spent more time at school, wrapped completely in my job. If Peter noticed the distance growing between us, he didn't say anything. I took that as a sign that he didn't care. So, I decided not to care either.
Steven and I had stayed in touch, but our conversations were shorter and farther apart. I didn't mind. I needed that healing time. It was time for me to put myself first, to explore who I wanted to be, what I wanted from my life. I knew, in the same way, that I no longer wanted to be married to Peter, that I wanted to keep Steven in my life.
By that summer, a little less than a year after seeing Steven in Albuquerque, we have arranged another meeting in Las Cruces. I told Peter I was going to see my mother in Phoenix, but instead of heading west, I moved east toward Las Cruces, New Mexico, to meet up with Steven. We had two days and two nights together, a luxury we have never shared before.
As I drove, my mind wandered, conjuring images of my past experiences with Steven. The most vivid image seemed to be that first night we were together in the office at the store. I could almost feel his heavenly tongue on me as the images flashed through my head. Then I saw images of him buried between my legs and me tossing him on the bed and sliding on top of him.
I stood and stretched when I reached the hotel. Steven's eyes raked over me when he saw me in tight jean shorts and a half-shirt that zipped in the front. His face shone with pure lust as he evaluated my thinner figure, desire hot in his eyes.
"Hello," he greeted me, embracing me in a smothering hug. I buried my face in his chest, breathed in his intoxicating scent, and nuzzled against him.
"Mmm, how I've missed you!" I declared.
"I've missed you too," Steven murmured as he brought him mouth down upon mine. Our kiss was deep and passionate but tender as well.
We didn't waste much time getting inside. Our first coupling was frenzied. It had been so long since the last time we were together, and we wanted each other so bad. However, we were able to relax for a while afterward. We ate dinner at a quaint little Italian restaurant and then headed back to the hotel.
As soon as the hotel door shut, we began kissing. Our hands were exploring each other, busy removing articles of clothing. When we were both completely unclothed, Steven took a step back, and we examined each other visually. His eyes rolled over the sensuous curve of my breasts, the tan flat of my stomach, the bow of my feminine hips, and the sleekness of my thighs.
I allowed my eyes to roam the contours of his chest, the muscles of his arms, the firmness of his legs, and, eventually, the growing rigidity of his member. But, I grew more self-conscientious the longer he gazed at me. I started to bring my arms across my body, but he stopped me, holding both hands in his.
"You are even more beautiful than I remembered," Steven sighed. He pulled me against him, sinking his hands into my wavy hair and holding my face as he enticed my tongue with his own.
My fingers toyed with the light hair on his chest as my head spun, drunken on his kisses. I started planting little kisses all over Steven's chest, working my way down towards his waist. Kneeling before him, I took him in my mouth and heard him moan. I sucked him in fully, humming as I increased the intensity of my lips upon him. Another moan broke free from his throat. For several moments I worked him in and out of my mouth.
Rising, I pulled him towards the bed. He was mesmerized by my forwardness as I maneuvered him onto the bed. I crawled on top of him, sliding his thick erection into my feverish pussy. I smiled as I ground against him, forcing deeper in my flesh, and he returned my smile. Steven held my hips as I moved him slowly in and out of me, moving back and forth like I was riding a horse. I loved the feeling of him filling me, thrusting against my hips. I loved the moans of ecstasy the escaped from his throat as we began to move faster, as I opened myself wider to take him deeper.
We had quite a rhythm going, but we just couldn't keep the pace we wanted. So, we scooted to the edge of the bed, and Steven picked me up, keeping his rock hard cock inside me. He laid me gently on the bed, and we increased our pace. He was sliding deeper and deeper inside of me, and I was grinding faster and faster against him. Our bodies were in perfect unison with each movement, each thrust, until he finally had an orgasm. I stroked his back and kissed his face as we lay there still together, comfortable in each other's arms. Not wanting to move. Wanting to savor the moment, the feeling of our bodies touching, entwined.
We both slept well that night!
To legitimize his trip, Steven had a speaking engagement at the local university. I sat in the audience, admiring his slim figure, his dark brown hair and mustache, and his engaging smile. I laughed as his hand gestures brought back memories of the two of us together when we first met. We finished at the university in about an hour and a half.
We ate lunch hurriedly, and then our fierce need for each other drove us back to the hotel. Steven had a tremendously talented tongue! It drove me insane whenever he planted himself between my legs, sucking and licking. My hand played with his hair as he teased me skillfully-those waves of rapture flowing over me once more. There was nothing quite so intensely pleasurable as those moments.
Steven had me titillated. I nearly growled at him, "Take me from behind."
He was caught completely by surprise and froze for a second before obliging my request. I twisted to my stomach and then braced myself on my knees. Steven stood near the edge of the bed. He grasped my hips, dragging me towards him, eager to enter my trembling cunt. I realized when his cock pushed inside of me, that that was the deepest he had ever been inside of me. I whimpered with gratification as he began to plunge into me again and again. My god, he felt amazing!
I slammed my body backward into him. "Yes," he cried encouragingly.
We moved faster, and I could feel myself building to a climax. But then Steven slowed down, and his thrusts become long and luxurious. The change of pace drove me wild.
"Oh, Steven," I moaned.
His hands slid up my back, then tickled my sides on their way back because their touch was so light, feathery. I ground against him, clenched my pelvic muscles, and whined, "Fuck me, Steven."
His hands gripped my hips roughly, and he slammed his cock deep inside of me. I lost my breath for a moment but recovered to match his wild thrusts. We were frantically fucking now. Animalistic grunts emanated from both of us alongside coos and purrs of fulfillment. By the time Steven came, I was sore, but pleasantly so from the intensity of our coupling.
We made love twice more, and then decide to hop in the tub and turn on the jets. However, I made the mistake of putting a bubble bath in! We could not help but laugh hysterically. I had not laughed so hard in, well-I couldn't remember when!
As our second day together was ending, and we were both realizing we would have to say goodbye tomorrow, Steven joked about making a promise to each other to meet once a year for a rendezvous. He mentioned the movie "Same Time Next Year," where a couple did something like that. I didn't say anything. I wanted so much more of him than once a year, but I understand the situation we were in and was acutely aware I wouldn't get what I wanted, ever.
I had a moment of despair as Steven drifted off to sleep. Oh, why did we have to part? Why couldn't he ask me now to run away with him? Why couldn't I go back in time and change my answer? But I couldn't.
So, I pushed my sadness aside and focused on the fact that he was beside me, slumbering lightly. I could feel the warmth of his naked body next to mine as he slept. I had the rest of the night to soak up as much of Steven as I could before we parted, and I hoarded every ounce of him I could tuck away in my memory.
Though I tried to be brave the next morning, I sob as Steven and I held each other in the parking lot, trying to say goodbye. I pulled away first, figuring it would make it easier for me if I didn't have to watch him leave.
I was grateful it was close enough to the end of summer that I could work at the school upon my return from Las Cruces. Work provided me an outlet from my grief and frustration.
One afternoon, I was walking from the office to my classroom when I was greeted by a colleague, Michelle. We stopped and chatted for a few minutes before she asked me to come back to her room with her. She had someone she wanted to introduce me to.
A slender, blond gentleman sat lounging in her chair as we entered the room. He immediately stood as Michelle and I came into the room. I noticed his muscular build and merry, green eyes readily. The orange shirt he was wearing heightened the glow of his tan, and I was struck by how attractive he was.
"Connor, this is my friend and fellow teacher, Stacy," Michelle introduced us. "Stacy, this is my nephew, Connor. He just got his first teaching job. I've been trying to help him prepare, but like I've been telling him, middle school is different than elementary. He needs to talk to someone with experience teaching at the elementary level. Then I saw you and thought, perfect! You wouldn't mind him picking your brain would you?"
"Sure, anything I can do to help," I stuttered, still engrossed in Connor's twinkling eyes.
"Great!" she paused, "I see you aren't wearing your wedding ring. Are you divorced?"
What a sly one she was! I had stopped wearing my wedding ring, but her calling notice to it made me feel uncomfortable.
