Runaway Fantasy * Tuesday * (middle day of the trip)
I hear some rustling coming from the kitchen, but unlike yesterday when I woke up, I'm not confused or surprised by where I am. It sounds like Mike might be cleaning up a little or putting away some dishes, but I can't see him from the bedroom. You know what's weird though? The fact that I'm completely naked in this bed!
I roll around a little and feel the sheets slide in between my bare legs, and I can't help but be amused by the novelty of it all. It's pretty clear I've never slept in the buff before... and I kind of like it! It feels very freeing, like I'm some sort of hippie nudest. Okay, that probably sounds ridiculous, but you know what I mean.
You know what else I'm realizing? That I really, really have to pee! Given that I'm completely naked and all, I kind of don't want to alert Mike that I'm up, so I quietly slip out from under the covers and tiptoe over to the bathroom. After a very long and satisfying sit on the toilet, I go to wash my hands and am startled by the state of my appearance in the mirror. Oh god I had totally forgotten, but I look terrible!
The smudged mascara, the tangled hair, it's all still there. I guess at least now I can finally do something about it, though. I take a minute to wash my face, brush my hair, and clean up my eyes. The truth is nothing short of a shower is going to be enough to get me back to looking normal, but I figure for now this'll have to do. Feeling better after both peeing and fixing myself up, I slip out of the bathroom and back under the covers of my bed, still as nude as the day I was born.
Once again, I relish in the sensation of the sheets and mattress against my bare skin. But as good as this feels, it's nothing compared to how great last night was! My god, that was amazing. Let's forget for a second about how bad I was at giving Mike his blowjob, because I just want to focus instead on what he did to me. I can't believe he actually went down on me! He had so much passion in the way he was doing it too, as if he couldn't get enough of me.
It also felt like he knew my body better than I did, which probably isn't surprising considering I'm brand new to all this sex stuff, while he's a full blown 45-year-old man. And while obviously I had always assumed that having someone lick me down there would feel good, I was not prepared for just how good! It gives me goosebumps just thinking about it.
Mike (poking his head through the bedroom door): "Hey Smiley... glad to see you're finally awake. What're you grinning about?"
Me (a tiny bit embarrassed he caught me reminiscing about last night): "I was just thinking about how happy I am to be here with you."
Mike: "Well right back at you on that one. How'd you sleep? I assume pretty good based on what time it is?"
Me (looking over at the clock): "Oh wow. It's after 9?"
Mike (chuckling): "Yeah, I've been back from my run for awhile now."
Me: "Oh I'm sorry... I don't want you thinking I'm some sort of lazy bum."
Mike comes over and climbs up onto the bed to give me a kiss. In the process, the sheets I was under get pulled down a little, exposing my top half.
Mike (quietly): "I would never think that."
I take the initiative and give Mike a topless kiss right back. I just love kissing him so much.
Mike (smiling and still sitting on the bed): "Hey, there's something I wanted to talk to you about, but let me jump in the shower first."
Me (very intrigued by the fact he wants to talk to me about something): "Oh you don't have to shower! I actually really like the fact that you're all sweaty from working out."
Mike (laughing): "Trust me, you'll definitely want me to shower. Ha. But I'll be quick, I promise."
And with that, Mike starts undressing and heads into the bathroom, but not before I get a quick peek at his bare penis and sexy naked butt. But as great as my brief peep show is, I'm so curious what he needs to talk to me about! Is it about something we're going to do today? Like a fun activity? Or is it sex related? Like maybe it's something regarding last night? He sounded mostly up beat, but he did have the slightest tone of seriousness when he said it, so I hope it's nothing bad.
Anyhoo, true to his word Mike's shower doesn't last long and soon enough he comes strolling out of the bathroom, completely naked save for the white bath towel he's actively drying himself off with. I still haven't gotten out of bed, and now I'm actually sitting up against the headboard chilling with my boobs out, but the sheets are covering my bottom half at least.
Mike stops, takes a look at me with a mischievous grin, and then drops his towel to the floor. He climbs up and gets under the covers right next to me as I turn towards him and smile. It's safe to say I'm more than a little excited for us to be naked together in bed again.
Mike (with our faces very close together): "Okay, so I wanted to talk to you about something."
Me (dying to know what it is): "Go on..."
Mike: "It's about nicknames."
Okay... I definitely did not see that coming. What does that mean I wonder?
Mike (clarifying): "Or I guess you could say pet names, like what you and I call each other, besides our real names."
Me: "Oh, like how you've been calling me Sweetheart?"
Mike (lighting up): "Yeah exactly!"
Me: "Yeah I love how you call me that. It's well... really sweet. No pun intended."
Mike (laughing): "Great, I'm glad you do. So I will definitely keep doing that. But I wanted to see if you could maybe call me a particular pet name as well?"
Me (feeling relieved as this is a pretty benign request, all things considered): "Yeah, of course... definitely."
Mike: "Awesome. Now I do have to warn you, it may seem a little weird for me to ask you to call me this, but I promise it's not the connotation you might think it is."
Me (now I'm starting to get ever so slightly worried, but I'm still mostly just intrigued): "Okaaaaaay?? What's the pet name?"
Mike (kind of wincing): "Daddy?"
Me (helpless not to laugh a little): "You want me to call you Daddy?"
Mike (quickly clarifying): "Yeah it's not like I'm your father, but more just like a sexy nickname, like 'Hey Daddy'... you know? I admit it sounds weird, but I've just always wanted a girl to call me that."
Me (making an exaggerated thinking-it-over face with my finger on my lips): "Hmmm... okay. I think I can handle that. It's not that weird. It's like you're my Sugar Daddy."
Mike (excited): "Yeah exactly! Except you don't have to say the sugar part."
Okay, in the grand scheme of things, this definitely isn't too bad. I do admit it's a little weird, but I can also see where Mike is coming from. I've heard that people do use this term as a sexy nickname, so Mike's clearly not out of the ordinary here. And I think the fact that I only ever call my actual dad 'Dad', and would never in a million years refer to him as 'Daddy', makes this much more doable.
Speaking of which, I wonder how my dad are mom are doing right now? I hope that if they did initially freak out about my unexpected disappearance, they've at least calmed down a little at this point. Although, I can't even imagine how mortified they would be to hear the conversation Mike and I are having right now about me calling him 'Daddy'. But that's something they'll just never need to know about.
Me (after giving Mike a quick kiss): "If it makes you happy, then I'm happy to do it..."
Mike: "You are so amazing..."
Me (smiling): "Thanks... Daddy."
And as I jokingly use his pet name for the first time, I see Mike's facial expression turn from light amusement to one with much more intensity. At first I think I might've done something to upset him, but I quickly realize that nope, he's not mad, but rather just really turned on.
With the most determined eyes I've ever seen him have in our short time together, Mike slowly moves in towards me and starts passionately kissing my neck. I look up at the ceiling of our hotel room and savor the feeling. But just as quickly as he had started, he abruptly stops and pulls back.
