Being a Taurus wasn't easy. Picky in all aspects, selective when it comes to relationships, food. Strong willed, resilient, artistic, never shows feelings toanyone.
But when it finds the right soul and heart, it's complement, it's half full; it can loose everything, even it's soul, resulting in a devastating heartbreak.
Cora today; wasn't her normal. Her last project, a new thesis to finally graduate as a Food Product Technologist. Her study, comprises a complete menu meals for hospitals, care homes and meals on wheels agencies.
Cree; on his side; on the other side of the world, literally working on a new project, government subsidized, to build a new state of the art, hospital and temporary home for kids and teenagers displaced by the guerrilla in Afghanistan.
Pretty impressive building. His supporters; made a big change in the caring and sustainability of the country. With proper support, the country might be able to extended the hospital services and support across the country.
For both, being this busy, the opportunity for their busy life was about to cross paths again. As full as always being, to their delight, both knew the next encounter was going to be intense. Not knowing when, where and how lingered on their minds. Countless nights, countless days, countless months and sleep deprivation added to the anxiety they both shared.
Perhaps communicating; calling; time changes didn't allowed possibly a quick talk, messages on the answering service made it impossible to return calls, emails fell into the forgotten box of to do list.
These lingering thoughts kept Cree really annoyed. Specially close to weekends where his coworkers got together for the holiday weekend to have some beers at the local pub. Cree started to miss Cora. Their last encounter, at a park, at a secluded road where it divided the way to a non too visited by the public; which Cora knew it wasn't active until the end of August; the need for both for becoming one as soon as possible, the insinuating look on Cora's face and moves; Cree desire to feel her in every possible way, it could've been felt in the atmosphere, just another move, and hell would brake loose. For fir that the needed privacy was a must for both of them. A total engagement of new denied feelings that gave room to a total relieve of satisfaction and mad crazy love they both contained in their bodies.
Cree clued in the urgency and went ahead. Cora grabbed him by the arm that made him turn around, his torso closer to my body. In a blink of an eye, Cree was kissing my neck, and my lips, to what I instantly responded. I could hear his heavily breathing when he nibbled my ear. It was deliciously exciting. His right hand instantly wondered underneath my skirt, finding my panties. A moment of racing need to be fucked so bad invaded myself. He found my clit and his finger continued paving the way for the next quick move. Fingering me, found a way to make me moan out of ecstasy. Cree knew I wanted to taste myself, so I tasted the harvest. I kissed him to share the harvest. We agreed that no more condoms until after we finish our thesis and finally granted our diplomas.
So I helped him to put it on as we continue kissing. I moved closer to him, bending and lifting my leg to allow closeness- his cock and my pussy as our bodies locked and turned into one. I moaned as he got inside me. My body shook. As Cree penetrated me I could feel him the little resistance to get it in; so he put a bit more energy to push it right to the end.
My response was to instantly moan and my hands hold around his back to instantly press against. I was afraid to scratch his back. I murmured into his ear. Oh God Cree- fuck me harder, faster…. Now…..
I couldn't hold it not being louder, to what Cree cover my mouth. As he thrusting got faster and deeper, I felt I was to come as he did. Great moment for both of us.
As I hold closer to him, he hold on to my hips as he came again. As I was kissing him in the neck, the moment we came together forced me to leave him with a love bite. A little one he could be proud of every time he looked at himself in the mirror every morning.
The tension that once built up in the air was all of the sudden depleted, and a peaceful environment surfaced.
The stress and anxiety once prevailed, now gone.
We continued going out and sharing experiences and moments together.
We promised to see each other again as soon as our contracts end.
Now, 6 months before my contract ends, I wonder whereabouts of Cree.
Again, I'm sitting at my desk wondering and thinking of Cree.
Perhaps I should text him.
Perhaps I should email him.
Perhaps I should call him.
Perhaps.