Fiction, with some real characters from my real life, I hope it entertains...
...It was a hot summer night just around midnight, and I woke from a light and restless sleep with a need that had pretty much been left simmering since the early afternoon. We had been subtly flirting and making "eyes" with each other all afternoon long; but the timing had been impertinent, so we didn't take that to it's more expected and impassioned conclusion right then, solely out of respect for the "other" man in our company; the proverbial third wheel.
I was only wearing a thin sleep shirt and embarrassingly damp threadbare panties, and only that because we had a guest staying with us for a few days, the guest bedroom and our own even sharing a common wall in our humble small home. Both the open-windows residual heat of the house itself, and the shared wall between the guest bedroom and the master, made for but one practical solution for my sleep problems...
I concluded there was but one way to scratch this proverbial itch of mine, but such perhaps gives one a clue as to how irrationally desperate I was; how all-consuming my physical need had become over the course of that long summer day. This was needy, borderline sexual insanity, but trust me, men aren't the only ones who can get so twisted up with biological need that other more rational thoughts go out the window. We're intentionally made like this, pheromones giving us suggestions that simply MUST be heeded, otherwise there'd never be any babies ever.
To be fair, there was an obvious second way to scratch that specific kind of itch, but I'm a bit noisy when things really get rolling along too. Besides, being a happily married woman I didn't think I should have to resort to self-entertainment either, like the teen me once had to, with a lusty-covered romance paperback novel. In my somewhat more mature here and now I both wanted and needed the real thing, and I also knew where to find that; I'd been semi-discreetly lusting up on that man all afternoon...
So anyway, I stealthily make my way out of our bed and soon grab my intended lover's hand, waking him for a manly deed that few men mind getting woken for; even on a work night. It's been quite some time since this man and I have had the time to be intimate, and I intend to fix that; right flippin now in fact! We however also need to be respectfully quiet with the two rooms being in such close proximity, so we don't wake the (hopefully) still sleeping third. So no words have been exchanged, just a soft wake-up kiss long overdue, and my beckoning hand leading to a passionate paradise for both of us; the offer understood for what it was without any unnecessary verbiage.
The house was very dark as I led my lover towards the kitchen by rote, (just the light of the microwave's clock providing it's scant green illumination) and then out onto the elevated back deck. This was also as far away from the bedrooms as is possible in our little home. The moon is new, and the sky is filled with a billion stars, it's simply a magnificent cloudless night, but also a dark one; although ideal for our outdoor mischief.
I have a fairly dominant character streak these days, but exactly why is like a different story all together. Sufficient to say though that I haven't always been like this, but I've kind of grown into the role out of necessity; again a different story for a different day. That being said, there is nothing on earth that I've found yet that can replace a dominant lover with boundless confidence, except for a man with all those fine attributes that also knows your body intimately; is familiar with you as a woman, because he also knew you before you were one. Yes size obviously matters, but manly aggression, and confidence to firmly take a woman in hand matter far more to me personally. All that being said, I know this man's body quite well, and there are no manly deficiencies...
"I've missed this soooo much" my lover whispers in between over-passioned make-out kisses; and I breathlessly tell him much the same. We're both breathless, as if we're trying to mash several years worth of passion into a single event; which is obviously impossible.
This is a very working-class neighborhood, so the houses are small, and close together, on one side at least in our case. We bought the empty lot next to ours on the non-kitchen bedroom side of our house (when it became available a few years earlier) but this is the kitchen/deck side, so maybe forty feet between our neighbors home and that side of our own. Not super close together by modern standards, but not "out in the country" apart either.
This new young man recently bought this home from the family that had lived there for years, he a relative of the previous owners that we had also been friendly with, but small yards and no fences makes for good neighbor relations; in most cases anyway. He has central air though, the noisy unit can be heard drowning out the more natural sounds of the night, but that plus his closed windows makes this insanity just a tiny bit less insane; despite his back deck and our own being on complimentary sides of our houses...
