We met up at the gym one day, to fool around in the family bathroom which was really like a private bathroom with a little sitting room attached. I thought about his sweaty body up against mine on the countertop forehead to forehead for days
Then it was a week before we could see each other.
We set a day and i asked him in a text.
"Red,
Blue,
Or Green?"
"Green."
Later that night while expecting him after work, I put on a sexy lingerie set, in the color of his choice. I figured he'd be hungry when he came I had a bit of time to wait, so I stood in the kitchen dancing to my favorite songs, in my thigh high socks and made him something to eat.
He showed up on time, but his eyes looked so dim. Must've been a tough day, so I said, "Tough day?"
"You would not believe..." he sighed as he looked me up and down in my open robe, "Damn."
As he walked in he exclaimed, "Oh what is that smell?"
I got a bit of nerves thinking maybe my food wasn't gonna be good. "I thought you might be hungry so I made you some steak medallions and mashed potatoes and green beans..." I trailed off nervously.
"God that smells and sounds amazing." He Smiled. "You cooked for me."
"I did." I smiled. "I'll make your plate... are you a lotta hungry or a little?"
"I'm starving!" He replied.
I made his plate and myself a little bowl of mashed potatoes with fresh chives, thyme, and seasonings.
"What's in these?" He said with a mouth full.
I told him.
"Why are they so good..." he kept eating.
"They're homemade" I laughed a little. I was so gratified watching him enjoy my food.
Part me was so content cooking him dinner and waiting for him I do believe there was love in them. Not that It mattered.
When he finished dinner I knew he wouldn't be prepared for dessert. He was tired.
"Sorry." He said, "Look at you, how great you look."
"It's okay baby come here." I said to him from the bed. " just lay down." I cooed with my arms out.
He laid between my thighs with his head on my chest. I ran my fingers through his hair. He sighed.
"Tell me about your day." I didn't know what I was doing or a better question why I was letting myself do it, but I needed to do it.
He told me about his day and it really was awful. Before long he had fallen asleep and I was turning off the lamp. Placing a kiss on top of his head. I was gonna sleep terribly, but at least he was gonna sleep alright.
The next morning I woke up in the bed alone. I sat up still in my outfit from the night before and rubbed my neck. It was stiff from the awkward positioning. I didn't know where he was or if he had left, but I had to get ready for work at 9. As I pulled down my thigh high socks from where I sat on the bed I noticed a note on the bedside table.
" Hey,
Thanks for last night, got called in early so I had to go. Didn't want to wake you.
See you soon? "
I was a sucker for handwritten notes. And I hoped we would see each other soon, but it was probably for the best that I didn't wake up in his arms.
He had a couple more days like that. For a week straight work was running him ragged and on the fourth day he came to see me I decided I would help by offering my services as a masseuse after dinner.
He laid face down on my bed and I straddled him. I warmed the oil before and as he lay there I asked him to tell me about his day.
I poured the oil on my hands and began to rub his shoulders first. I kept him talking so he wouldn't fall asleep. For about twenty minutes, I gave him a real massage. He groaned and moaned his thanks as I did my best. During the next 20 minutes of the massage I removed my shirt poured the oil onto my naked chest. I began to rub my body against his. As far as he knew it was just a back massage so... he kept on his pants and so did I.
"Turn over" I requested. Once I began massaging his front, he examined me thoroughly with hooded eyes. I touched his scar before I started.
"I'll tell you soon," he smiled.
He rested his hands on the sides of my thighs as I massaged his muscular chest and arms. His eyes still watching intently. I kept looking at his eyes trying to gauge whether or not he was up for a little surprise ending. He didn't seem as worn out as the last few days, so I decided to just go with it. When I finished the real part of the massage I leaned down and rubbed my body the full length of his exposed upper half, feeling for something. Each time I got up near his face I faltered, but only slightly. I confirmed on my way down the last time, so I undid the tie in his joggers pulled them down.
"Today's your lucky day," I grinned.
"Oh man..." he chuckled.
He was already standing at attention and with my mouth and hands it was my intention to make his soldier salute. He finally came with two hand fulls of my hair into the back of my throat. I swallowed as he groaned. When he showered by now he had his own bar of soap and I let him bathe alone so that I could be ready when he got out. When he did I had a warm towel waiting and dried him off. Then I rubbed lotion into his skin and tucked him in like a baby. While he laid in bed I massaged both his hands and as I rubbed his feet within minutes he was asleep.
I smiled to myself as I covered his little piggies. I did good work. I showered myself, put on lotion and crawled into bed beside him. He really had had a rough week. It was good to see him relaxed instead of just exhausted.
I reached out to remove his hair from his face before I turned off the lamp. My God, I thought, what a handsome man he turned out to be.