Bill wasn't the most intellectual person on this earth. He makes mistakes the same as anyone...more so than some. But, he knew that he had enough brains to figure out why Eileen was so cranky today. It wasn't because she had started PMS or even her period, that was two weeks ago. He knew her well enough to know that wasn't it. But her sullen, edgy attitude since breakfast was not hard to miss. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he had better do something soon as she was getting more snappy as the day moved on.
He had to think about what has happened today, or even last night, that would put her in such a bad mood. Did he do something that she was upset about? He had been her partner for nearly 9 years, and he knew what pushed her buttons. He had not thought of a thing that he did out of the ordinary. He tried putting an arm around her waist when she washed up the dishes at noon, like she did every day on the weekends, to keep them caught up. His way didn't suit her, she had told him years ago and that she didn't mind doing them. But, she pushed his arm off her well-shaped mid-section. OK, she didn't want touched. That was unusual, even when she's cramping from her period.
Two o'clock rolled around, and Eileen just sat watching TV, not really showing interest, when he walked into the room. She didn't even look his way. He sat beside her on the couch anyway...not too close, nor at the opposite end. After a few awkward moments, he turned and said. "Is there something we need to talk about?" She just stared at the TV, but didn't say a thing until a couple of commercials went by. "Can you remember the last time you put your arm around me in bed?"
"Ooooohhhh," he thought out loud. It was an immediate memory flash for Bill. Actually, what he remembered is that he could NOT remember the last time he had done that. It certainly was not intentional, but still, it was one of those daily life events that had gone by the wayside without notice...unnoticed by him anyway. "I suppose that if I were to cuddle you now it would not be a good thing, right?" She did not need to answer; her silence told volumes.
So, he sat back and put his hands on his lap, not knowing what else to do with them, or any other part of his body for that matter. Besides the TV, the silence was maddening. He rose and headed for the kitchen to get a drink of iced tea. He poured it out, and sipped a few times, thinking over how he could smooth this one over without acting like an inept schoolboy. An idea came to mind. He walked back to the living room and sat beside her this time.
"Let's take a drive and get out of here for a little bit." She didn't budge, but he wasn't going to give up. He set his glass down and stood up. Bill put out his right hand toward her, halfway bent over. She finally looked at him and took his hand. Instead of standing to meet him, she pulled him abruptly onto the couch. He caught himself with his knee on the couch. With one swift movement, Eileen lifted her head slightly and met his mouth with hers. Bill was not going to reject her, as she was an excellent kisser. Besides, if this was her answer to the problem, he was more than willing.
Her kiss wasn't rushed into French, but it wasn't a quick peck either. Bill decided he should at least show some appreciation for her show of love. He brought his left hand up to the side of her face, with the ends of his fingers just under her hairline. She almost instantly opened her mouth and slid her tongue against his lips. His mouth fluidly opened in response to her probe. They kissed for several moments like that, until he sat down beside her. He became slightly more aggressive with her at this juncture, and she responded in like kind.
Her right hand then rose to his chest and began rubbing lightly across the width of it. That made him feel wanted...needed...by her. He felt a jump in the heat of his passion for this lovely woman of his. Whatever animosity she had prior was gone by now. He felt more at ease with her. Bill began to caress the side of her face, even stroking it with the back of his fingers. He ran those fingers through her hair gently. Eileen, ran he hand up to his face and hair. Then she allowed her hand to slowly drop down to his stomach. She found the bottom edge of his T-shirt and put her hand inside. Her hand then went back up to his chest to feel the ever-so-slightly hairy man that she had loved for so many years...several before they actually moved in together.
The feel of her soft hand against his chest incensed him further to a higher ecstasy. He lowered his hand from her face to her breasts. Oh they were so soft and full. She like wearing sheer bras because of the better feel against her flesh, but also to show her endowment to Bill. She even enjoyed watching other men squirm when they saw her nipples poke through whenever she was excited or chilled. But here and now, they were for Bill's enjoyment, and of course hers. He smoothed his hand across each breast, trying to give each equal attention. Her nipples immediately began to swell. Eileen began to breathe more deeply as he amply massaged her. He would stop only temporarily to tweak the nipples slightly before moving on to his constant rubbing of her chest.
Eileen broke apart their lip embrace only long enough to start kissing his neck. She moved her lips around the entire area of his neckline. He raised his chin to allow her to do as she pleased. She stopped for a moment to suck lightly on his earlobe. His crotch region was seriously tingling now, and her attention to his lobes intensified that status. Bill then lowed his hand from her breasts to her hip that was opposite from him. He slid his hand half-way down her outer thigh and pulled it up and gently placed her knee between his legs. Bill then brought his hand up to her now-exposed, well-rounded ass. He rubbed it with a little more intensity and speed than what he had with her breasts.
