A Wee Away

I'm sitting naked on the couch. Very aware. The texture of the sofa is a bit rough, hewn, not quite to the point where it itches. The contrast with the pillow next to my left thigh is a bit jarring. My feet aren't too cold on the wooden floor -- I was afraid of splinters at first -- but you assured me that I was being ridiculous. The wood feels sturdy, yet not cold, I can feel that it was alive some long time ago. I'm slowly getting used to the freshness of the air, it's not exactly cold, but it did take some getting used too. There is something very soothing about the slow flow of air through the room, with the window open in the kitchen.

I'm getting more and more comfortable with this situation. Back in the car, I was quite happy to be in a small space. Even though I didn't have any clothes -- and even though I was slowly getting further and further away from them -- being confined gave me a sense of protection, as if my clothes were now replaced by a layer of steel and plastics and the towel under my butt. It didn't really matter that you were inside my 'clothes', that's where I like to have you anyways.

The darkness helped too. The glass in the windows felt like enough protection against the outside world because it kept the air out. I insisted on keeping the air conditioning off. I also insisted on driving. I wanted at least some level of control, even though technically I gave it all to you this week. You were kind enough to let me ease into it. I think you liked the symbolism of me driving myself away from all my clothes and all my protection. I didn't even know how far we were going, or where exactly. I only knew that we would be secluded and that I would like what you had planned for me. You know me well enough to know what I will and won't like, and to know when I need a small push.

Anyway, I ended up really enjoying being in the driver seat while getting further and further away from safety. It felt right. Somehow it feels like this way, it is my choice to be here, naked, without any protection or clothes or choices. For all I know, you could have invited everyone we know for a party tomorrow. It's as if I'm choosing to let you make all the choices. I'm choosing to trust you and I'm choosing to go all in. Driving here was like a thousand small choices, each turn, each acceleration, each mile, I decided all over again.

By the time we got here, I was ready to let go of my new set of steel and plastic clothes. I opened the doors of the car, ready to get out. It was still a rush, but among the trepidation were the first tinges of excitement -- and expectation. I'm going to make sure to enjoy every single second of this week. I left the keys inside the car. You took them.

Stepping out of the car was an immediate and stark reminder of my nakedness. Gravel isn't a nice thing to step on. You laughed quite intensely at the sight of me tentatively putting one foot in front of the other, trying to reach the grass closest to me. When I finally I got to it I was laughing too. It took us a few minutes to stop laughing at all. Every time one of us managed, the other got them going again. Seems like there was still some tension after all.

Finally calmed down, I took stock of my surroundings: a lot of trees, a small clearing with space for a few cars and a cabin. "The key is under the mat, go on in." As I entered, I noticed a vase of flowers waiting for us, the place smelled fresh. Someone had been here to prepare it for us, how nice of them. Well, I say nice, we probably paid for it anyway. Or you did. I hadn't heard you enter behind me, but I did feel your hands on my shoulders, crossing over onto my chest. One slid up while the other went down. Neck and stomach. Circle around my ear -- you know I love those, and circle to my hip. Cheekbone and thigh.

And finally, tantalizingly slow, back to my chest and gripping my balls. You weren't shy about it, but you didn't grab on too tightly either. It was just right -- for my pleasure, not yours. At least I thought it was, until you let go and moved past me with a slight pat on the butt. "I'm going to enjoy this week." Soft, but just loud enough for me to hear -- I'm sure you knew what you were doing.

I couldn't help but admire your butt while you walked away. Was that an extra swing in there? Not enough to be sure, but I could swear there was something. Even though I was -- and still am -- the one naked, I couldn't help but enjoy the view. Well, there's no reason only one of us should have something to look at. Right? So, look I did. And follow too. On the back porch the light from inside showed a small clearing and at the end what looked like a natural pool. Complete with a tiny deck and small rowing boat. Will it be warm enough to swim? I don't think I'll have a choice. You'll make me test before deciding whether to join me yourself. Which, to be fair, I would have done anyway.

After that it was a simple question of opening a bottle of wine you brought, pouring two glasses and sitting down. Now here we are. We're slowly wrapping up the conversation we started in the car. About work, friends, life in general. It's as if we're slowly letting go of the world we just left behind, not quite fully here yet. We're letting the conversation die its natural death while looking more and more intently at one another. I love the way you look at me, I always have, from the day we first met. I love your eyes, not because of their color, or their shape but because of how they are always so intently looking at what is in front of them. You see me. You're seeing me right now. And I'm seeing you. We both know what is happening, and we're taking our sweet time, so that once this conversation is over, we can truly start to enjoy this week.

You swing your wine around in your glass one last time before emptying your glass. "So, off to bed, we have busy day ahead of us tomorrow." Without giving me the time to ask any questions, you get up, turn around and head to the bedroom. Getting ready for bed is quite easy when you're already naked. So, I decided to wash the glasses of wine while you get changed. Then, it's a simple question of brushing my teeth and slipping under the covers. I say simple, but you did manage to slip in quite a few more touches while we were moving around, leaving me at half-mast. I know better than to think there will be anything more tonight. That would be premature, we have an entire week, why waste that sweet buildup on a quick romp tonight. So, of to bed we go. In spite of my excitement for the coming week I'm asleep before I know it. Getting some rest before what will definitely be an exciting day.