Outside, the snow is falling at a steady rate, a slow accumulation and build up of sparkling cold flakes turned the landscape into a winter wonderland. However, inside, a few bottles of wine were being slowly savored sip by generous sip and the aroma of a home cooked meal permeated the air.
The peppery warmth of the Merlot spread throughout my body, no doubt causing my cheeks to flush and my thoughts to race a bit. I watch the other women as they laugh and twirl their hair, rolling their eyes at stories of their boyfriend's excuses for this and that or their perfect husband's perfect jobs, sll while sharing pictures of vacations at the beach, kids, pets. Our typical Midwinter get together.
Valentine's Day has always been a favorite holiday of mine, what with all of the fun candy hearts, chocolates, valentines, romantic dinners, alcohol, whipped cream, strawberries, that kinda thing.
I sat and joined the other women as we gathered around the table. The six of us made a pact years ago that no mater what our relationship status was, we would have dinner together on Valentine's Day as a way to say I love you without actually saying it. It was our way to strengthen the bond of sisterhood. It hasn't been easy keeping up this tradition, but as long as we are all together, even for a short time, we consider it a success.
Which is fine with me because unfortunately my significant other was across the country, thousands of miles away.
Thinking about him and how much I was missing him, my emotions started taking control. I felt my face become more numb with each delicious drink, knowing that alcohol makes me VERY horny and VERY needy. I was aching to go hide somewhere and touch myself, release the tension, but time with my friends was short and precious and dinner was soon to be served.
I jolted up from the table and quickly ran into the bathroom just to get a sample of how wet I was before we all started to dig in. I snapped a few selfies of my hand exploring under my panties; a beautifully wicked grin across my face. I reached down and teased myself just a little, caressing the silk covered folds of my womanhood. I sent those pictures to Joe, my far off boyfriend, put myself back together, and joined the rest of the group again.
My stomach growled as I scooped up up a generous helping of salad and loaded up my plate. I sprinkled on a few, sliced almonds and some feta cheese. I drizzled on a generous amount of home made balsamic dressing to top it off, grabbed another bowl and filled it with spaghetti and a meatball, then proceeded to my seat. I hadn't eaten all day in anticipation of having a few drinks and too much salad and pasta. I can't resist Sammy's homemade sauce, always flavored just right.
The conversations continued and so did the throbbing ache in between my thighs. I couldn't even focus on any of the stories being passed around the table. All I wanted to do at the moment was ease this build up of sex inside me. Joe has been away for almost six months and I yearned for his perfect cock inside me.
"Jeannie! Earth to Jeannie!" I heard Sammy the hostess and my best friend, call out my name a few times.
"Oh hey, what? Sorry I... did you ask me something?" I was totally lost in dirty thought.
"Girl, you look like you just came out of a VERY nice dream!"
Yeah. A wet one.
"I'm just missing Joe is all," I explained.
I pushed a meatball around the bowl when an idea popped into my head. I could just FaceTime Joe, he would probably be sleeping right now, with almost 12 hours time difference, but knowing him he wouldn't mind. The sexy text messages we exchanged earlier today told me otherwise.
I ate the meatball with gusto and cleaned off my plate with the remaining piece of delicious fresh bread. I poured myself a other glass of wine and snuck out of the dining room to hide in the den downstairs. I immediately pulled out my phone and found Joe's name in my recent contacts. I excitedly called him for a bit of face to face action.
"Hey, Babe! What's up?" Joe looked a little groggy but still incredibly slim and sexy in his worn out sweatpants, his hair disheveled, just how I like him.
"Oh, nothing. Just missing you like crazy today. I'm a little tipsy, and a little bit ...."
Joe cut me off. He knew what I was getting at. "Horny babe, I can see it in your eyes. You get that look."
He knows me so well.
"Maybe just a little, I mean it's been so long since we've ..." I droned on, pouting.
My usual when I drink.
I really needed fucked. I desperately needed the intimate touch of another human being. My vibrator just wasn't cutting it anymore. I ached for skin on skin contact.