The glow of the alarm clock seemed to give the room an eerie presence. I tossed and turned all night staring at that clock. I knew that it was ticking away the seconds, minutes, and hours until the end of one chapter of my life and the beginning of another. There it sat changing every minute, getting closer and closer to the time when I would have to leave the woman who lay beside me for a few months.
As I stared up blankly at the ceiling I worried whether we'd be able to survive the time away. This would be the biggest test our young relationship would face. That much time away can be brutal. Hell we'd only been together officially for six months. Still in our "honeymoon" phase so to speak. Would it be too much? Would this be then end of what we had?? Our final moments together?? Our.....
*BUZZ**BUZZ**BUZZ**BUZZ**BUZZ*
The sound of the alarm broke me out of my spiraling thoughts as I reached over to switch it off.
"Uggggh 10 more minutes." the soft voice of MY Sweet Olivia huffed.
She and I were opposites in so many ways, and this was just another on a long list. I was always quick to rise. Eager to get the day going. She would much rather stay in and sleep "Schedules be damned!" While I was taught that "5 minutes early is 10 minutes late."
As I headed to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee, I thought more about our relationship. We're pretty good as a unit. Her fun and easy going attitude is hard to resist for long, and has helped loosen me up from my outwardly rigid persona. I helped to keep her on track and focused when her free wheeling personality could become a little too lax. We brought the best out in each other. With her I could relax and let loose. With me she was laser-focused and became a force to be reckoned with.
The clock in the kitchen slowly *tick**tick* ticked away, taunting me. Reminding me that I'd be headed for the airport soon. I'd be going on A long trip criss-crossing the country a few times over. Spending several excruciating months away from MY Girl....MY Sweet. The smell of the coffee dripping into the pot must have been enough to rouse her awake as I heard the bedroom door opening and closing suddenly.
Slowly she sat at the kitchen counter pouting, attempting in vain to cover the tearing eyes behind her fiery red hair. I understood why. In the 6 months that we'd officially been together we haven't spent more than 12 hours away from each other, and certainly hadn't been in completely different time zones.
The last week had been rather rough on the both us. Between the stress of work, packing, and preparing for my trip we had begun bickering over every small & insignificant issue we could raise. Our normally adventurous sex life suffered because of it too. Hell we hadn't even touched each other in nearly two weeks. Usually we couldn't resist each other for long, and would go at it like teenagers on prom night, no matter what we're fighting over.
I'd melt whenever I saw how her hips would sway when she walked down the hall. The light dusting of freckles across her nose.
The hungry looks that she would give me whenever I walked in the door.
The dirty dreams & fantasies she would whisper into my ear when we were in public, just to make my cock swell In my jeans.
The contrast of her light body beneath my black skin.
The quickies she would initiate no matter where we were. She was my one vice; and I had to leave her in two hours.
Our time together was limited & God only knows when I'd be able to see her again. I had to make sure that we could make our every single remaining moment count. But how?? If only I could slow down & savor the little time that we have.
Glancing around the Kitchen; I spotted an egg timer on the counter, and suddenly was struck with some naughty inspiration. We would get everything that we wanted and NEEDED from each other with plenty time to spare for our last day together.
I had a plan forming in my mind. One that would make this a going away to remember. I only needed a few moments to prepare. Everything I would need was already in our bedroom. We had plenty of toys and gadgets to aid in my... celebration. Dildo's, vibrators, ropes, and so much more. She had plenty of her own toys of course, strewn around the room. But what I needed was in my own "toolbox" as we'd come to call it. Neatly packed and organized. everything in its own spot, ready to go at a moments notice. Taking a few moments, I set everything in place for my plan to come to fruition... But how to set things in motion?? To set this smoke show ablaze??
As sexy as MY Sweet Olivia could be in public, she'd always take things up a notch at home. Wearing next to nothing in the softest, sexiest fabrics, and colors. The nightgown she wore now was a soft silk of a deep navy blue leopard print, that barely reached the bottom of her supple ass. The top of her legs long and smooth to the touch, out in all their glory, right down to her perfectly manicured toes. All wrapped by a tiny grey satin robe.
In public she almost ALWAYS wore a sexy pair of heels. She wore 6 inch "stripper" heels yesterday, that still sat by the door, thrown off in a rush to relieve the uncomfortable pain of a long day. This would be my opening to get my way.
Crossing the kitchen and passing the counter, I grabbed the heels off of the floor. Walking back into her view, my hands behind my back, I raise MY Sweet girls' chin up to look directly into my eyes....
