The flight out of was uneventful. No one on the flight caught my interest, which allowed me to be self absorbed in what I was doing. I had gotten a phone call from an old friend, who was also an ex-lover. We'd kept in touch via erotic emails over the past year since he'd left for Kansas City. He had a surprise for me. He had bought me a round trip plane ticket to see him. He promised that I'd be treated like a princess if I'd make the flight out to see him. So, there I sat on the plane wondering why after all this time he had to see me, and what my surprise would be. I'm not one to like surprises...
He greeted me at the airport in Kansas City and I was thankful that I'd taken the extra time in my appearance that morning. He looked better than I remembered, and visions of past sexual escapades heightened my excitement in seeing him. After driving the 15 minutes back to his townhouse, we were all but fucking in his 4runner. I couldn't wait to get inside, more importantly, get him inside of me. The sex that afternoon was hot, the kind that anticipation helps to heighten. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed him.
He pampered me, and treated me like the princess we promised he would. He showed me around town, took me out for a wonderful dinner that was full of flirting and promises of what was to be. Before we could go back to his place, he wanted to take me shopping, to get something special for me to wear the following evening when he'd give me my surprise. Victoria's Secret is where he headed too, and he accompanied me into the dressing room to try on a few outfits. I allowed him to pick the outfit out, and he decided on a white bustier, matching thong and garter. I felt so incredibly sexy modeling the outfit in front of the mirror, and he must have felt it too, because he bent me over to pull the thong to the side to enter me. It was blissful until a saleslady tapped on the door to see if we needed anything. We dissolved in fits of laughter at our predicament and quickly dressed so we could get home.
After making love and laying in his arms, he became very serious, which is so unlike him. He is normally very fun loving and full of smiles and laughter during sex. It concerned me and would later infuriate me. He said he wanted to talk about fantasies. This is something that we had explored previously, and continued to do via email since he'd left town. I knew what was coming. Once again he brought up the subject of having a threesome...another female to join us. What I didn't know was that he already had someone in mind, that this someone was his current girlfriend. Although I had thought about the idea, had even fantasized about the idea, I was upset that he would ruin our weekend bringing it up again. And furthermore, I wanted to know if his girlfriend had any idea what he had intended. Should I ever have a bisexual experience, I didn't want it to be with a total stranger. I wanted it to be with someone that I was comfortable with, someone much like myself. I pouted and let it ruin the remainder of the evening. We both drifted off to sleep without the warmth of each others touch.
The next morning he had to go make rounds at the hospital and left me to amuse myself. I still had a lot of frustration about the way the previous night had gone and left for a run. I didn't know my way around his neighborhood, and let my mind wander as the houses I was passing became a blur. I ran fast, sweat pouring down my chest, leaving my legs aching. I stopped for a break to catch my breath and have a look around. The neighborhood was active with people out mowing their lawns on this Saturday morning. Some were planting flowers while their children rode bikes and roller bladed in the driveways.
