Oh damn!

Tom and I spent a couple of days together last weekend.

One afternoon, he was watching some motorsport on television. I got him a beer, then sat at his feet and gave him a foot massage.

He made a comment along the lines of 'Life really doesn't get any better than this - other guys would be so jealous'.

And the look on his face when he realised he could never skite about it to anyone - poor thing!

Moves

It's amazing how well all those cliched moves, the ones that seem somehow tawdry, really do work.

I reach under the table while we're having coffee, to slowly run my fingernails up his inner thigh.

It makes him shiver.

Slipping off my dress in a hotel room in the middle of the afternoon, to reveal lacy bra, suspenders and stockings. Black against my pale skin, threaded with red ribbons. Tom's jaw practically hits the floor.

Making him watch while I slip a hand inside my knickers, then suck the pussy juice from my fingers.

Ensuring we're positioned just right on the bed, so he can watch in the mirror as I slide up and down his cock.

Telling him on the phone how much I love to suck him, just so I can hear him groan

These all seem like old tricks - but the great part is that I enjoy them just as much as he does...

Easter treats

I know that men find this conversation a bit boring, but I really do try to watch my consumption of sweet things. I've worked hard to get this 40+ body looking the way I like it, and I'm not about to let a chocolate binge undermine that.

This Easter, I was lucky enough to get another sort of treat - seeing Tom in the weekend. Although I have a lot of freedom in the weekends, it is very difficult for him to even ring me, so seeing each other very rarely happens.

We got to spend the whole day together on Sunday, so I could indulge myself in a rare special treat...

I love going down on Tom. He is very sensitive and loves how it makes him feel, but usually stubbornly refuses to come. He always wants to come inside me - not in my mouth.

With plenty of time at our disposal, I could make sure he got the full treatment.

A full body massage. Arms, hands, feet, legs. Chest, neck, shoulders, back. After a good hour of that, he is far too relaxed to fight back.

So I get to stroke, lick, suck, nip.

Mmmm...

Tom returned home last week. He didn't have a miserable time (not that I really wanted him to), but given how soon I got to see him after their return, it's fair to believe he missed me.

I abstained from all sex while he was away - even masturbation was off the menu.

This was an interesting experience. There have been other times in my adult life when I have gone without sex for several months at a time, but these have been when other factors have caused me to lose interest.

The difference this time was not only am I very into sex at the moment, I had the thought of it constantly popping into my head - along with some very graphic accompanying images. Recent sessions with Tom supplied plenty of material for fantasies, and I still indulged in those, but without the accompanying physical stimulation and fulfilment.

I think if I'd had to wait much longer I would have learned to think myself into an orgasm.

The first kiss from Tom had that delightful effect of making my whole body simply fill with arousal. Running his hands down my arms had me trembling.

He took a fabulously long time to make love to me. An age of kissing and caressing me, slowly undressing me, stroking and kissing as he went. My first orgasm came with him simply slipping one finger inside me, while our lips were locked together. His came after just a few long slow strokes of that beautiful cock in and out of me. And so the afternoon went on...

Extended silence

Tom is away on holiday with his wife for several weeks.

I hope they're having a miserable time.

Delight

One of those rare, precious escapes. We actually spent the night together. Woke up in each other's arms. No checking the time to see when we'd have to wash, dress, walk out into the streets of Small City and act normal.

I was away for work for the week and Tom joined me for the night.

Clinging to each other at the airport - I hadn't seen him for two weeks and phone calls aren't enough anymore.

Back to the hotel for sweet, sweaty, afternoon sex. Panting in his arms.

The local park for a picnic dinner - bread, cheese, strawberries, a Cabernet Sauvignon. Silly, teenage kissing and groping.

The hotel again - slow and languid this time, knowing we have all night.

Waking for more.

And then saying goodbye in the morning.

I don't know if I can keep doing this.

Yearning

I am having one of those yearning days.

I really want to see Tom.

I really want to just kiss him. One of those luscious, full-body kisses. Pressed together, thigh to thigh, hip to hip. My arms wrapped around his waist, pressing his back, pulling his body closer. His hands, cupping the back of my head, fingers buried in my hair.

Yearning.