Day 2 With Mr. T (Part 2)

Friday continued.....

I got up to take a shower, since it was evident my growling stomach wasn't going to stop anytime soon if I didn't get some food in me.  As I was toweling off I heard him holler from the kitchen "Do you like a little bagel with your cream cheese? Or a little cream cheese with your bagel?'

Umm.. what?

"Lots and lots of cream cheese.. I don't even want to see the bagel.  But.. umm.. why?'  He didn't answer me, or if he did, I didn't hear him.  A few minutes later after I had thrown on some clothes I had just walked out of the 'dressing area' (yes.. his house had a dressing area, that was outside of the bathroom, and not quite the bedroom, but had a sink and large vanity to sit at.. idk why..), walking through the master bedroom when he met me at the door, "Your breakfast is ready'.

Huh?

I looked at him puzzled and walked into the living room. There, at the coffee table, sat my bagel with extra cream cheese and a glass of Ocean Spray Cran-Grape juice.  He listened.  I had told him once, back in early Dec. that that was my favorite breakfast food and he remembered.  I hadn't ever mentioned it again.. and after all that time.. he remembered.  I know it's probably stupid to gush over something like that, but I did.  I mean hell.. ya'll have read about my past guys.. none of them would or had ever remembered some small detail like that... anyway..

We sat side-by-side eating our bagels while discussing where we were going to go that day.  There had been an ice sculpture competition the weekend before a few towns over (Cripple Creek) and they were still outside on display.  Also, about an hr away in the opposite direction was the town 'South Park".  Yes.. the town that the cartoon is made after.  I'm not a big fan of the show anymore, I used to watch it all the time back when it 1st came out, but I couldn't go all the way to Colorado, and be only an hour from the place and not check it out.  They still have a lot of working gold mines there so we thought we'd check those out too.

We finished breakfast, he showered, I finished getting ready and we headed out. He has the cutest little dog.. a mini schnauzer named Rambo who loves car rides and I asked to take him with us.   That dog took an immediate liking to me from the moment I walked in the house.  If we were home, he was curled up on the couch next to me, if we were in bed, he was curled up at my stomach or side. Even though there was a doggy door in the laundry room for him to go out and do his thing, he'd sit at my feet and bark at me until I went out with him.  So darn cute!!  Anyhow....

We waded through the 7 inches of snow to get to his car and we were on our way.  The sights were beautiful.  Old towns, lots of cattle and... llamas.  Yes.. llamas.  They were just there, mixed in with the cows.  When I had first saw one, from a long distance out, standing next to a cow, I asked 'wtf is wrong with that cow?' as I pointed out the window.  Mr.T laughed so hard I thought he was going to stroke out.  "That isn't a cow, baby.  That's a llama.'

"A what? Did you just say llama?"

"Yes.. llama and there's nothing wrong with it. That's what they look like'.

"Huh.. who would have thought they'd be so funky looking in real life..'

We continued our hour drive as he pointed out different things along the way.  A national forest, a wolf sanctuary, more llama farms, an alpaca farm, herds of wild, free running horses and even some mountain goats.  You know the big white ones, with the beard.. the ones that you hear about that climb all the way up a mountain and perch on a small small stone and just stand there? Yea.. those.  They were magnificent to see.  So were the wild horses.  It was just overall awesome to see nature like that.  In Florida, the only 'free' thing you see are birds, gators and manatees. 

As we drove it started to snow again.  I was staring out the window, lost in the beauty of untainted land when I felt him grab my hand.  I looked down then up at him, he was staring out the windshield to the road, but he smiled and cut his eyes in my direction.  I smiled back and gripped his hand tighter.

"I love seeing the wonder in your eyes when you look out there.  It's like watching a child see something wonderful for the first time."

I couldn't help but blush as I turned back towards my window.  "It truly is a beautiful place and the falling snow just makes it look much more magical.'

We drove in silence for awhile, just enjoying the views and each other.  It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, it was calm and relaxing and just felt right.

"We're almost there.  When I make this turn coming up, look at the small billboard they made as you enter the town on the left... but also look to the right just after that.  They have life-sized wooden cut outs of the kids from the show.'  And they did! The billboard had "Welcome to South Park" written on it and the font and colors were just like the show.  The cut outs were right on, looking exactly like them.  It was a small town, only had about 8 streets.  But they did have a section that the historical society had kept preserved over the years.  Apparently it used to be a big area for miners to live back during the gold rush.  It was really cool to see, all that captured history from years and years ago.  To see the people walking around, knowing that their ancestors once walked those same streets back in the late 1850-1860's. We stopped and read a short history of the town, finding out that South Park was one of the first cities to be populated by whites (in 1860), as it was only Indians up until then, and was bleak of any buildings.  (O.K...yes.. I'm kind of a history nerd lol)  We continued to drive a little further and they still had the original mining buildings.  It looked as though someone had just closed up shop, minus some broken windows.  The chutes were still there, the filtering buildings and all it's equipment, just half-haphazardly left as if they had just gone to lunch and would be back soon.  It baffled me that no one had torn anything down to make way for new mining buildings.  They had instead, built new buildings with newer equipment just up the mountain some.  We parked and watched rows of trucks leave the filtering buildings, go down the mountain, into the mines and come back loaded to the rim.  They had high rise cables with buckets carrying more rock and gold from the mines up to the building and back again.

Mr. T didn't rush me.  He leaned back in his seat, held my hand and watched them with me.  Every once in awhile I'd glance over at him and he'd look back at me and smile.  He was so patient.  He never asked "Are you ready to go yet" or anything.  He just sat there with me.  The more time I was spending with him, the more I was falling for him.. I just kept fighting it.

Finally, I told him we could leave and continue on our tour.  We doubled back and headed to Cripple Creek (another city that was 1 of the 1st to be populated by whites during the gold rush), where the ice sculptures were.  That was an hr and a half drive, going past his house and heading South.  We had come here for dinner the night before, but it was dark and there was more things to see in the daylight.  Little bed and breakfasts up on top of mountains, with gorgeous views.  Places to pull over with look outs into the valleys down below.   It had stopped snowing so the visibility was much better.  We made it to Cripple Creek, found a place to park and walked the main street.  I say 'main street' because it was the only street that had businesses on it.  The surrounding streets were residential.  We held hands as we walked and I took some pictures.  The sculptures were amazing! Such detail! And they were huge!!  It was pretty cold out and I had forgotten my coat in the car so we decided to duck into the general store to warm up some.  (yes... general store.  As in.. a 1 stop shop.. the closest thing the town had to a grocery store, clothes store and well.. just general stuff.  The only thing it didn't have was gas pumps)  We spent a good hour in there acting like children.  I put on a 'Little House on the Prairie' bonnet and he wore something that resembled  a cross between Daniel Boone and a traditional mountain man hat (it was big, furry and had fur ear flaps) while we walked around the shop.  We got stares from the locals.  We got questionable glances from the workers.. but we didn't care.  We were having a wonderful time just acting silly.  We walked up a short flight of stairs and adorned fur coats.  Not those glamorous fur coats rich people wear.  These fur coats still had animal heads on them for hoods.  While I was trying to pick out a boa to add to my ensemble, he came up behind me, turned me around, pressed me against the wall and kissed me hard.  So hard in fact, that I lost by breath for a second.

"My... my.. Mr. Boone.  Aren't WE feeling a little frisky"  I giggled.

"Hmm.. yes" he whispered against my ear "I don't if it's the Laura Engels bonnet, or the dead animal you're wearing, but I can't help but want to bend you over this stack of boas and take you right here, right now"

And with that, we both busted out laughing.  We received a dirty look from the lady behind the counter and decided to cool down before we got thrown out.  I quickly kissed him one more time and took off back down the stairs.  Around the corner from those stairs was another flight of stairs that lead to a bottom level.  I gave him a wink and a 'come get me' smile and took off down the steps.  There was a table in the middle of the room that had random items and I ran around it as he chased me.  I made it back to the stairs, trying to get back up before he caught me but my foot slipped off the first step and I went to catch myself with my hands before I fell.  I didn't need to, he was just there.. behind me and caught me before I fell all the way down.  I felt him press himself tight against my ass and I could tell he was hard.  For a moment I didn't move, just stayed in that same position, trying to figure out what I should do.  He worked across the street, just about everyone knew him, so I didn't want to get him in any trouble.  Deciding on keeping it kind of mild, I just rubbed my ass against his hard dick a few times then straightened up and turned to face him.  He kissed my lips gently, then kissed my forehead and said "Come on.. lets get outta here."  I went and put our hats and coats back where they belonged because he said he needed to purchase something.  I didn't ask what, it wasn't my business.  By the time I was finished, he was checked out and ready to leave.  We walked back to the car holding hands.  We drove around Cripple Creek some, and there was more old and new gold mining operations.  It was fascinating to me.

We had started to get tired and decided to head back to the house to take a nap before going to dinner.  We had reservations at steak place at 7 so we had plenty of time.

At the house, we changed, laid on the couch together and took a nap for a few hours.  I woke up to feeling his hard dick pressing against my ass.  He seemed like he was still asleep, his eyes were closed and his breathing was deep and steady.  I laid there wondering if I should make a move or get up.  I decided to let him sleep, since he would be the one driving at night, in the snow, and I had woken him up pretty early that morning.  I started to slowly sit up but I woke him and he tightened his arm around me.  I rolled over to face him and laid my head against his chest while my hand made it's way down to his waistband.  His breathing quickened and became shallow.  I kissed his bare chest and linked my legs with his.  His hand crept down and under my panties.

"Wow.. you're already so wet" he remarked as he played with my clit.

I moaned in agreement as I continued to kiss and lick his chest while I slipped my hand inside his boxers.  I stroked him slowly, more caressing than trying to give him a hand job.  He lifted one of my legs and placed it over his, making me spread my legs.  I pushed his boxers down as he pulled off my panties.  We made out like 2 teenagers.  We took our time touching and caressing.  I finally asked him to fuck me and he didn't waste any time.  My 1 leg was still draped over his hip, we were both still on our sides facing each other on the couch when he entered me. I felt him grab his dick to guide it in me and once he was done, his thumb flicked my clit over and over gently keeping a rhythm with each push of his dick.  It felt wonderful.  I got lost in the sensations and came.  It didn't take him too long to cum.  He stopped flicking my clit and held me tight, going in so deep and barely pulling out, going faster and faster.  We came within seconds of each other and laid there panting.  He lifted his head to look at the clock, and it read 6:23pm.  We had exactly 7 min to get up, cleaned up and dressed if we were going to make our 7pm reservations.  We both jumped up quickly, almost too quickly cus we both kind of stumbled, he went into 1 bathroom and I went into another to clean up, met back in the master bedroom, threw back on our clothes from earlier and was heading to the door putting our shoes on.

On the way he asked me to try and call the restaurant to tell them we might be a few minutes late, however in the middle of a mountain we didn't have any reception.  We pulled into a parking spot at 7pm sharp and hightailed it to the door.  The parking lot and alley was covered in ice and we both almost slipped about 4 times.  We ran inside and made it to the hostess counter by 7:05.  He apologized to the woman, whom he knew since they worked for the same company (he's the IT Director for a company that owns 5 casinos on the strip, as well as 3 restaurants and a hotel), she smiled, said it was fine and showed us to our table.  Once we finally sat down and could relax, we both just kind of stared out at nothing.  When the waitress arrived to take our drinks, she snapped in front of his face "heeellooooo Mr.T.. you awake?' and laughed.  He jerked back his attention to her and laughed with her.  "Sorry.. guess we were zoning for a minute.. I'd like a Pepsi and she'll have a Mt. Dew" he said and he nodded in my direction.  She left to get our drinks while we tried to figure out what we were going to eat.

After ordering our steaks, sides and him a salad and me soup, she left to put our order in.  Neither of us said much.  We just sat there zoning.  I think the lack of sleep, mixed in with all the sex was making us super tired.  At one point he reached across the table and took my hand.  We still didn't talk much, just sat in a comfortable silence.  Our courses started to arrive but by the time the steaks came, we were both too full to eat.  We got boxes for the left overs and waited for the check.  The waitress came by to gather our plates and informed us that the manager said the meal was taken care of.  We both asked the waitress to thank the manager for us and we left.

At the house, we didn't waste time changing and was back on the couch, laying the same way as before.  On our sides, him behind me and his arm draped over my waist.  I'm not exactly sure what time it was, but I was woken up to feeling cold air behind me.  When I 1/2 opened my eyes, I saw him walking around the coffee table heading towards the bedroom.

"Where you going?" I asked, knowing I sounded like a whiny child.  But I couldn't help it.  When I realized he was gone, a feeling came over me that the only way I could describe it was feeling alone and empty and a little... scared?? I guess?? It wasn't a scared feeling b/c I felt strange being alone in his house, because I didn't.  I felt very at home there.  It was more of a don't leave me feeling.  Like I couldn't stand to be away from him.  Had I been more awake and more aware of what I was saying, I probably wouldn't have said anything at all.  It's not like me AT ALL to act or feel clingy.  But I hated the feeling of not having him close.

He came back and kissed me on the forehead, "I wasn't going far love, was just going to get the bed ready."  I looked up at him, with what I can only assume looked like a sad puppy b/c he chuckled and said "You wanna go with me?", I nodded, he took my hand and led me to bed.    I immediately crawled into bed and was already asleep by the time he came back in from turning off all the lights and the TV in the other room.  I woke up only for a second when I felt him lay down and snuggle up behind me, but quickly drifted back off to sleep.

I was warm and comfortable and felt safe right were I was.

I heard him whisper "J?" and and I grunted a yes.. but I didn't hear his reply, I was fast asleep.

Day 3 coming soon :)

Oh and if I can do it correctly, there should be some pics down here somewhere.  Not really in any order but you'll see some of the ice sculptures :)

One of the older mining buildings:

Just some of the ice sculptures

 

View from the bedroom window

Day 2 with Mr. T (part 1)

Friday: 2/22/13

**Before I continue with this post, I need to give you a little history about him.   He has what I labeled 'marathon man' syndrome lol.  He has a history of having sex for hours and not cumming.  The first time he hooked up with his late wife, they had sex pretty much for 4 days straight and he didn't cum until the very last night.  She wasn't the only time either.  Even in his younger days, he said it happened a lot back then too.  He doesn't know why, but it's always been that way, especially with someone new.  Once the 'seal' was broken though, he normally doesn't have any problems.  Well, the night before, he didn't finish.  But at least he warned me so I didn't take it personally.  However, it DID become like a small little challenge for me.  To see how soon I could get him to cum.  I wanted it to be sooner than 4 days.**

I woke up the next morning to being completely entangled with someone else's body and sheets in the absolute darkness.  I leaned over to look at the clock.  It was 3:30am.  Wait.. WHAT?  Why was I wide awake at 3:30am?  I mean, I know there was a 2hr time difference but shit, I don't even wake up at 5:30am at home!

I quietly slid out of bed (and by slid I mean I slid to the side then fell off cus his bed is so high that I couldn't reach the ground from how I was laying).  He heard the 'oomph' as I fell, and he shifted, but didn't say anything.  I tip-toed out of the room and down the hall to 1 of the other bathrooms so I wouldn't bother him.  I also grabbed a drink and my cigarettes and sat in the living room replaying the events from just a few hours ago.  I couldn't believe that this man, who is old enough to be my father, totally fucked me like no other ever has.  I was both baffled and amazed.  I finished my cigarette, realized I was freezing and went back to bed.  He was awake and apparently heard my little stumble cus he asked if I was ok, with a slight chuckle in his voice.  I shoved him as I laughed and climbed back in bed.  He pulled me close, his body curved around mine.  The heat coming off him warmed my back while we spooned. 

As they say.. spooning leads to forking.. and forking we did.

It didn't take long for his hands to start wondering again.  Those soft, feather-like fingers found the perfect spot right away and it was only a matter of minutes before I was cumming. He moved down on the bed some so he could enter me.  We ended up with me laying the correct way on the bed (on my back) and him laying across it on his side, with my legs draped over his hip.  It was a great position for him to get in deep, at a different than normal angle, and still be able to play with my clit.  Let me tell you, just by rotating him 1/2 a turn, it made everything feel completely different and new all over again.   Why hadn't I ever tried this position before?!? If I did, I sure didn't remember it feeling this awesome.  His magic fingers and beautiful dick had me cumming over and over again.  I didn't think I could cum any more, but I did.  I lost count the amount of times.  At least another 1/2 hr passed and I just couldn't take it anymore.  My body was exhausted.  Muscles hurt that I didn't even know COULD hurt.  I was thirsty, apparently dehydrated, and if he hadn't said something about taking a break, I would have.  We disentangled and he went to get us something to drink.  Thankfully, I could move this time.  Wasn't easy but I could do it.  My legs felt like cook spaghetti, and when I tried to sit up I got dizzy.  I stopped trying and just rolled over onto my stomach.

I heard him come back into the room and he laid back down.  As he rolled over, 1/2 on top of me, and kissed my back he asked if I wanted some water.  I tried to sit up again, but again got dizzy so I just took a sip still on my stomach and gave it back.  We laid there in silence for a few minutes, neither of us saying a word, as he rubbed my back and played with my hair.  I was lost in my thoughts.  Lost in the euphoria of the sex.. lost in the mental pictures that were replaying in my head.. lost in the 'now what's' that I couldn't help but think about.

I must have been zoning for awhile because I finally heard 'Earth to J..? Did you fall back asleep?'  I sighed, and rolled over to face him.  He had a smile that covered his face.  "OH.. so you ARE awake.  Good morning baby.  Do you want to go have a cigarette? Or stay in here a little longer?'  He asked as he kissed my forehead.  I couldn't help but smile back.

'Hmm.. a cigarette does sound nice.. let's go" And we did.  I threw on a long shirt and followed him out to the living room.  As we smoked, we chatted about what the weather was going to be like that day (cold and snowing of course), what we wanted to do, and if we were going to go out for breakfast or eat there first.  It was so early still, we decided to wait a bit before go anywhere so we snuggled on the couch and watched T.V.

Around 7:30am, as we snuggled and cuddled on his overstuffed leather couch, hands started wondering again.  He started kissing my neck and ran his fingers down my back.  I shifted, and wiggled, and when I couldn't take it anymore, I moved off the couch to kneel on the floor practically ripping his pants off of him.  I hadn't yet given him head, hell up until this point, I hadn't even SEEN his dick since the 1st 2 times it was in the dark.  As I shoved his boxer briefs down and his dick was revealed, by eyes got huge and I froze for just a second.  No wonder he had a hard time getting in!! He was so much thicker than I realized.  So thick in fact, that I had a hard time getting my mouth around him.  But, as they say, I put my big girl panties on, pulled out my proverbial bag of tricks and gave it my all.  I touch, licked and sucked.  I played with his balls (I still don't really get why guys love that so much...???)  I ran my tongue from taint to tip.  His back was arching and he was pawing for me.. trying to touch and grab and rub anything he could.  The noises he was making told me he was thoroughly enjoying it and that made me smile.  But I still had a challenge to overcome.  Literally.  My goal was to not let 1 more sexcapade  go without him cumming.  I moaned with him in my mouth, I hummed, I shifted so he could finger me, I made sure I could look up at him and have him watch me take him in my mouth.  His whole body began to tense. His words became inaudible, just moans now and I knew he was close. 

"Do you want to finish this here? Or in your room?' I asked.

Without saying a word, he sat up, grabbed me by the hand and led me back to his bed.  We quickly finished undressing and both jumped on the bed.  I started to lay down, fully expecting him to get between my legs.  And he did.. but not to fuck.  He spread my legs and within seconds I felt his tongue flicking against my clit.  That first sensation of his hot wet tongue on me made me cum and he kneeled, draping my legs over his shoulder.  I felt him enter me and it felt like the 1st time all over again.  He felt bigger and thicker somehow, but I wasn't complaining.  I was enjoying it immensely.  After a few minutes he let go of my legs and wrapped them around his waist, pulling me tight against his chest.  We were so pressed together you couldn't even place a post-it in between us.  It may have been -2 degrees outside, but we were both sweating and panting like it was 200 degrees in that house.
Between moans, he would kiss my neck or nibble my ear and tell me how good I felt.  He was like a jackhammer.. pounding me into the bed and I loved it.  I didn't need to tell him harder or faster.. it was just perfect.  His pelvic bone rubbed my clit perfectly and I was cumming again.  He wrapped his arms tightly around me, pressing me to both him and the bed.  Just as I was recovering from the last orgasm, I hear him, at first softly then getting louder "Oh god.. oh fuck.. Ohhhhh gooooddddddd.. we gotta stop for a minute.. it's too soon.. not yet.. I can't cum yet'

"No baby.. I want you to come. It's not too soon... cum.. cum when you're ready.. I'm about to cum again too..' I replied as I bit his shoulder and starting cumming again myself. And with that, 2 more pushes and I felt him cum.  His whole body tensed, then shook, as he more roared than moaned.  But yet.. he kept going and I came right after.  He collapsed on top of me and all you could hear was our heavy breathing.  We stayed that way for awhile and probably would have longer had I not started to giggle.

"And what are you laughing at?" he asked, probably slightly worried...

"Looks like the marathon man can hang up his cape now' I laughed some more.

As he rolled off of me, he laughed and said 'Yea.. I guess you're right! Damn! It's never taken me this short of time before.  Wtf did you do?"

We laid there and laughed and enjoyed some post-sex cuddling as we continued to make cheesy references to his marathon man retirement.

I was ready for a nap but my stomach started growling.  Guess it was time to start getting ready to head out for the day.

Continuation of Day 2 in next post!! :)

Day 1 with Mr. T

Thursday 2/21
I had an 8am flight, which meant I had to get up around 3am to get ready and get to the airport by 6am. By 6pm Wed evening, I was already in bed waiting for my sleeping pill to kick in.  Mr. T and I texted back and forth a few times, both saying how excited we were and by 630 he wished me sweet dreams and I went to sleep.  I woke up every 1/2 hr from midnight til 230am when I finally said screw and it got up.  It wasn't my nerves waking me up, it was that I had slept longer than I normally do and I just wasn't sleepy anymore.  So I shot him a quick text to say I was up and got ready to go.  We continued chatting until about 5am, he went to bed and I left for the airport.

I still wasn't nervous.

The flights were fine and when I made my connecting flight, I texted him again and gave him an update that my arriving flight was delayed about an hr. but soon enough, I was taxing in to the terminal.

I still wasn't nervous.

The airport in Colorado Springs was small.  VERY small.  So small in fact, that large plans did not fly into there, you had to take a 'puddle jumper' from a larger airport.  So small, that from the terminal to the common area on the other side of security was less than a 5 min walk, and that's walking slow.  I know because I was lol.  As I came up the ramp to the common area, I had my phone in my head, reading a text from a friend and thinking, "God.. I hope I recognize him.  I hope he looks like he did in his pics'.  I happened to look up, well.. needed to look up cus I almost ran into someone lol,.. and then I saw him standing against a railing about 20 ft. away and I froze.  I recognized him instantly.  He DID look exactly like he did in all his pics.  He recognized me instantly as well and took 1 step away from the railing.  We both just stood there, staring at each other.  Neither one of us moving any closer.  Just stood there smiling.  Finally, we both started walking at the same time towards each other then stopped again about 6 inches apart.  Him looking down at me smiling, and me looking up at him doing the same thing.

And still, I never got nervous.

We stood that way for what seemed to be forever, but really, it was just long enough for the area to clear out from the other passengers.  We briefly hugged and started walking towards baggage claim.  We were chatting non-stop like 2 old friends who hadn't seen each other in a very long time.  It was nice. It was comfortable, even though there was just a slight bit of awkwardness.  While we waited for my luggage, we went out to smoke since I hadn't had one since about 6am that morning and I was dying for one.  When those sliding doors opened and the gust of cold air hit me, I thought I was gonna fall over lol.  The wind was strong, it was only 19 degrees out and there was about a foot of snow on the ground.  I had packed my coat in my checked bag and holy shit, within 3 min. I lost feeling in my hands.  Did that stop me from smoking? Fuck no. But I did suck it down fast and rush back inside.

Thankfully my luggage was there and we left.  He told me to stay put and he'd go get the car.  (So nice of him, cus I really wasn't looking forward to walking all the way to the car in the snow lol.  Airport was small, parking lots weren't)  He was back within a few minutes, put my luggage in the car and helped me inside.  As we drive back to his house (which was a 2hr drive), we stopped at a drive-thru for food cus I was starving.  (Did ya'll know they don't offer meals anymore on flights? And if you want a snack, even a damn little bag of nuts, you have to pay for them?? WTF?)

During the ride home, there wasn't any holding hands, caressing, anything.  He'd occasionally place his hand on my arm when he'd talk, but it wouldn't stay there for more than a few seconds.  As we drove, he'd point out special things of interest like the Llama farms, what mountain was what, the wolf sanctuary, etc. The conversation never staled, and even during silences, it still wasn't awkward like 'Wtf do I say or talk about now??'.  It was peaceful and nice and quickly becoming very comfortable.  Again, like 2 old friends reuniting.  As I slumped down in the seat, just staring out the window at the snow covered mountains as we drove, I couldn't stop the smile that kept forming on my lips.  I was happy.  Not that superficial, surface happy.  But, the kind that you just can't stop smiling.  The kind that you feel deep down.  The kind that gives you butterflies. 

We finally arrived at his house and his 9 yr old grandson was there.  I was more nervous about meeting him than I was about meeting Mr. T lol.  The boy was so sweet and polite, I had to do a double take just to make sure he wasn't a 30 yr old midget.  We said our hellos and he went back to watching TV while Mr. T gave me the tour of the house.  I won't bore you with the details, but will only highlight on a few things.  The view from the backside of his house was wonderful.  It was full of windows and french doors so no matter where you were, you got to see the trees and mountains with an unobstructed view.  Up at 9,000 ft there was more snow here than at the airport down in the city, so everything was covered in a thick, fluffy white blanket.  His house has a wooden deck on 3 sides, and at the back of the house, directly in the center, the deck goes straight out about 60 feet and ends at a gazebo that is about 20 ft. off the ground.  Had it not been 10 degrees out (the higher you go, the colder it gets!) with a wind chill of zero, I would spent some time out there.  Not to mention, the inches of snow it was covered by lol. 

About a hr after we got there, he left to take the boy to his other grandma's house, which is a 2 1/2 hr round trip, and I decided to take that time to unwind and get comfy.  We had dinner reservations at 730 so I had plenty of time to relax before getting ready. While I was there, I also had to do some homework but he told me to just bring a jump drive, I'd have plenty of comps to work on there.  What I didn't expect, was for him to buy a mini netbook for me that I had been eyeing but couldn't afford to buy just yet.  So right before he left, he presented it to me.  I didn't know what to say, other than Thank You.  That seemed like not enough, but we hadn't gotten to the 'kiss him deeply as a ty' yet either.  I gave him a hug and waved goodbye as he left. I spent the next 2 hrs playing with my new little laptop that I named Mabel (don't laugh, I name all my electronics) and had just finished getting ready when he pulled back up. 

We had a lovely dinner, talking about anything and everything.  Earlier, before I flew in, we had talked about walking around after dinner looking at all the little shops, the ice sculptures and anything else we passed along the way, but it was getting colder by the minute and started to snow again.  By this time, I was getting pretty tired so we just decided to call it a night and head back to his house.  The 30 min drive was equally as impressive as everything else I'd already seen.  2-lane country roads winding through and around mountains, open fields of just pure white snow surrounded by ranches and cattle.  It really looked like a scene out of a movie. 

As soon as we got back, I headed for a shower and came back to relax on the couch for a few minutes while I smoked.  We chatted and laughed, and when I stretched by back he asked if it was hurting.  "Just achy.. from sitting so much today' I told him.  It was then, that he finally decided to really touch me and gave me a backrub.  I was so exhausted, with a back rub and now with a full belly, it was definitely nap time.  He had no objections when I asked if he minded if I went to bed, and he decided to join me.  Up until this time, the back rub was the extent of our touching.  I didn't know how it was going to go, all I knew was that I wasn't going to make the 1st move.  I slid into the bed, and he came into the room right after.  Turning off the light as he took off his shirt and slid in beside me.  Before I had come, he told me he wanted to rub my back or play with my hair until I fell asleep.  He also knew that I don't sleep in anything but undies, but as I had laid down, he saw that I didn't take my shirt off.  What he DIDN'T see was that when he switched off the light, I slid off my shirt and tossed it on the floor so when he rolled near me and went to rub my back, I heard 'Are you naked???' I laughed and said 'No.. I still have underwear on' lol. Ok.. so maybe I was sort of making the 1st move...

The back rub was nice and relaxing and I started to feel weightless as I drifted off.  Then it happened.. he stumbled across that spot on my back that when fingers lightly graze it.. or when kissed, it sends a direct signal down to my pipes involuntarily.  Automatically, I rotated my hips.  He rubbed some more then did it again.. I rotated again.   A few more times and I was soaking wet, and couldn't stop the moans.  That was his que.. and he took it. 

His hand slowly made its way down to my ass, slowly caressing, as he leaned in and kissed my back, neck and shoulders.  His hands wondered under my panties and further down.  Each time he touched me, I moaned more.  When his fingers danced across my most sensitive parts I gasped.  They were like feathers.  So soft and gentle.  (unlike The Indian Chief's freakin daggers.)  Within seconds I was cumming.  He pushed my legs up so that I my ass was in the air and crawled down the bed.  I felt his tongue roll over my clit and it sent shivers down my spine.  His tongue was eager but his fingers were still gentle.  He grabbed me by the hips and pushed me against his face, then fingering me with 1 hand and running his nails down my spine with the other.  My back arched and I came again.  And again.. and again.  He definitely knew his way around.  SOMEONE had definitely taught him a few things, and I was grateful for that.  I had come about 6 times since we started and he didn't even show signs that he was ready to stop but I wanted him in me.

He had sent me a pic before as a joke cus I said I wanted a pic with a ruler to see how long he really was.  In that pic, the ruler was laying across the top of him so I didn't see his width but at almost 7 inches even, I didn't think too much about it. However, what I was thinking about, at that very minute, was how in the past I have found that if a guy is great with his tongue, the sex usually isn't the best.  They either lack technique or their dick is just in general disappointing....  

He sat up on his knees and began to push inside me.  It wouldn't go.  We both readjusted and tried again.  Still wouldn't go.  Instantly, I knew why.  He was too thick.  Like 'holy fucking shit man.. wtf you got down there? A baby's arm??' type thick.

I told him to hold on as I rolled over onto my back and to try again.  This time it worked.  He had to go slow, at a snails pace, but it worked and OMG.  It was a hurt-so-good pain.  He was finally all the way inside and paused.  My insides were quivering around him, I couldn't help it, he felt so good.  He pulled out half way, then back in, out and back in again, going so slow.  'Faster' I whispered to him as I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he listened. 

The pace was perfect, fast and hard.  He straightened his back and as he pushed in harder and faster, he reached down and began playing with my clit again.  I came within minutes.  He kept going and I came again.  At one point, I had to push his hand away because just the slightest touch and I was convulsing.  He leaned back down, wrapped his arms around behind me, pulling me tight against him and continued to pound me.  The head of his dick was bouncing off my G-spot and I had a full on, full body orgasm.  The kind that makes you thrash around, grabbing anything you can, biting anything in front of you, your upper body bouncing off the mattress and you screaming.  No words, just screaming in pleasure.  In my ear, he's whispering 'Yea baby.. let it go.. oh god you feel so good'.  The orgasm lasted forever and I, for the 1st time ever during sex, squirted.  He kept fucking me hard and fast, riding me through it.  When it was over, I collapsed.  I couldn't breathe, I was dizzy, I couldn't think, I couldn't speak.  My body felt like it weighed 2 tons, but at the same time I felt like I was floating.  I had a glazed over look in my eye and when I finally looked up at him, he was smiling.  He pulled out and laid beside me, pulling me close.  I still hadn't moved 1 inch.  My arms had fallen on the bed beside me, my legs were still bent. 

I passed out. I remember him saying something as I was not attempting to fight the sleep, but I didn't remember or comprehend what it was. 

I had fallen into a sex coma and I was happy.

Mr.T (and an update on The Indian Chief)

I'll start off with the update on The Indian then move onto other things :) (sorry this isn't a super interesting post)

So, ever since that last day in the park, I haven't seen him since.  Not that he hasn't tried, because he has.  I just.. Idk.. after that whole thing happened something changed for me.  Part of it was embarrassment, but the other part.. well.. just lost interest I guess.  Now knowing that I hadn't actually started my period, but instead, it was from him being so rough with his hands...  Who knew being that rough would cause a blood vessel to burst??? lol

Anyway, so I'd get a text from him every few days and I'd always answer but within a few minutes of texting, he'd start bitching at me.  How come I don't text him anymore... Where have I been.. What's going on? Why am I ignoring him...blah blah blah.  He was really starting to get annoying about it.  I told him that classes started back up again so I was busy with that and had some other things going on too (a new guy that I had started to really talk to on a regular basis but I didn't tell him that lol) and that I was not ignoring him.  Ignoring him would be me not replying to him at all.  We went back and forth day after day.. I'd apologize for not texting, he'd get pissy with me and say something fucked up, I'd get mad and tell him to stop or lose my number completely.  Then 1 time he even had the balls to open up with 'Where the hell are you?'   Excuse me motherfucker?!?!? Last time I checked you weren't my boyfriend, my father or my husband.. you were just some dick on the side!

Ugh! He's so infuriating!! Who does he think he is? So we fucked once.  ONCE!! And now he thinks he can act like that? When he's STILL MARRIED? That's a huge turn off for me even if he wasn't married.  I also find out that some of what he's told me about his marriage wasn't entirely true.  Thanks to some detective work (AKA being nosy on FB pages lol) I found out (really Bonnie found out.. TY Bonnie! lol) that they've been trying to become foster parents and eventually adopt a child.  Wait.. WHAT? I get this 'poor me' sob story about how bad his marriage is, how they both want a divorce but won't b/c its too expensive, but yet they're going through all the classes and shit together to adopt a kid? Really?? Well.. someone's been bullshitting me.  So that's 1 reason why I was starting to lose interest.  Another reason was.. yea.. O.K. doing it at the park was cool and exciting and all that good stuff.. but I don't want that ALL the time.  I WOULD like a bed eventually, but that was never going to happen.  Unless I paid for a room.

So, it's whatever now.  On to the next cus I'm done fuckin' around with him.

Now Mr.T................................

I play games online.  Yes, I'm kinda nerdy like that. Stop laughing at me lol.   It's a MMRPG game, (and for those who don't play online that basically means you're playing with other 'real' people who you can live chat with who live all over the world).  So I was on and in my alliance (meaning group of ppl on my team lol) and started chatting with this guy ADIDAS.  (obviously screen names lol) and we hit it off.  He was close to my age, fun, witty and I really enjoyed talking to him, and he lived in Oklahoma. Things were fine for awhile.  His stepmom (game name Princess) also played the game and her and I became friends.  She had just started having something with another player Mr.T (who lived in Colorado).. he was close to her age (early 50's).  I had known him for the same amount of time and thought he was really cool.  We all became friends, even started making plans to all meet up somewhere after the 1st of the year.  The Mister and I would chat even when the other 2 weren't on and him and I became close friends.  When him and Princess started having problems, he came to me to ask how to fix things.  I tried as best I could to help, and when ADIDAS and I started having issues, I went to Mr.T for help, like he did with me.  He tried to give me his best advice, but nothing seemed to help things.  Eventually, ADIDAS and I just fizzled out.  However, Mr.T and I started becoming closer and closer.  We swapped email address and started communicating on there.  Then we moved to chatting through Yahoo! Messenger... and after a bit we moved to voice chatting a time or 2.  We had so many things in common.  I had so much fun talking with him.

It wasn't until a day or 2 later that I realized I was starting to like him more than just a friend.  I missed him when he wasn't around.  I missed his emails when I didn't get them.  I woke up every morning checking my phone to see if he did email me and would be disappointed if he hadn't.  If he had, my stomach would flutter and I'd be in a great mood all day.  Things quickly progressed and we were talking daily.. multiple times a day.  Even when he worked.  We'd text each other, email, and talk on the phone.  He asked if he could come visit me maybe during March or April.  I said sure.. then had a better idea.  Me going there in Feb. I had never been to Colorado before and always wanted to go.  So.. after the 1st of the year, I started looking at ticket prices.  Eventually I found really cheap tickets and made my reservations. 

I'm flying there Feb. 21st. That's only 3 wks away. 
Holy fuckballs yall.  I'm starting to freak out now. lol  What am I thinking? Flying over 1,500 miles to go see someone I don't really know!? Who's old enough to be my father?!  Who lives on a damn mountain on a few acres with neighbors too far away to hear me scream? (lol)

Seriously though.. there's just something about him.  I'm usually a really good judge of character and I get no 'bad' feelings from him.  But don't think that doesn't mean I'm not bringin a little protection with me (and no.. I don't mean condoms lol).  Better safe than sorry, right? lol

So I probably won't update again until I return from there... but I will def let ya'll know how it went in case any of you are wondering lol.  And of course, let yall know I made it there and back alive and well lol

Indian Chief 2

Otherwise known, from here on out as, 'The Most Embarrassing Day of My Life So Far'.

So, after our 1st meeting he continued to text regularly for a few days and all seemed fine.  Then, it was like a week and I hadn't heard from him.  I had thought about texting him.. but decided against it.  I mean.. yea.. he could have possibly been hurt or something.. got into an accident on his bike.. fell in a vat of fat.. hell Idk.. but anyway.. I didn't text.

Then, out of the blue I get a text from him just saying hi.  I was a little irritated.. but did I have a right to be? I'm not his girlfriend.. or hell.. even his wife.  I'm just the chick on the side. We chat for a bit and he asks if I have plans on that Thursday (Thursday before Christmas), I didn't really, so we agreed to meet up again around 1:00pm

I pull up at the park and wait.  I know he ALWAYS runs late (so irritating) so I brought my tablet so I could sit and read while I waited.  And waited.. and waited.  Then, about 12:45 I get a text saying he got 'tied up' with something and would be late  (Gee.. ya think? You're supposed to be here within 15min) and needs to bump it back to 2-230.  Ummm yea.. that's no good.  I had an appt at the DL office to renew my license at 3:30 which was still a good 20 min away and I had no idea where I was going so it would probably take me longer to find. 

I told him no, didn't give us any time really and maybe some other time.  Cus I was pissed by this time.  I mean WTF?! You TEXT 15min before to bump it back an hr or more? Fuck that.  I don't have time to wait on you, asshat. So I decide to go finish up some Christmas shopping since I was near the mall.  We text back and forth, he can tell I'm pissed by my short and snippy replies.  He finally asks if I'm mad, I say yes.. and explain that it was rude to text so close to the time he should have been there.  He *says* he sent the text about 12:15, says sent on his phone, and doesn't know why I didn't get it for another 1/2 hr.  Whatever.  He also then explains why he was held up, so then I feel kind of bad.  Apparently his stepfather had an 'episode' (of what kind.. am not entirely sure.. didn't ask) and he couldn't get in touch with his mom to come sit with him, so he went over there.  Ok.. so now I'M the asshat for being irritated.  He keeps apologizing that I didn't get the text on time and says he feels bad b/c I had already gotten there and was waiting for him.  Eh.. it's whatever.  Some other time.

We text on and off over the next week or so, and New Years Eve he asks if we can get together on Thursday, Jan. the 3rd.  I say yes and we agree on a time.

I decide to wear shorts, as the weather has been nice (in the mid 70's and breezy).  Plus.. it gives easier access lol.  I'm already parked when he pulls up on his bike.  He strolls up to the truck window and we say our normal 'hey.. hows it goin.. whats new' blah blah blah.  Then of course, as we're talking, he pulls his arm into the truck window and starts rubbing between my legs.  I stutter over my sentences, I forget what I'm saying.. so I say nothing and enjoy it. 

I finally ask if he wants to sit down or stand there all day and we decide to go over the picnic benches like last time.  He straddles one of the seats and I do the same, with my back against his chest.  We talk some more as his hands wonder.  He starts biting my neck and ear.  Normally, I like that. But he's doing it hard and it stops feeling good and starts to really hurt.  I tell him to do it more gently, and he listens... for a bit.  His hand is now inside my shorts and playing with me.  He's getting rough there too, and I grab his hand and tell him easy.  He tones it down.. but again only for a few min. 

We have to keep stopping (thankfully) because cars and people keep coming by.  When they do, he pulls his hand out and places it on my leg or wraps his arms around me.  Finally he asks me to turn around and face him so next time he won't have to move his hand away, and I do.  But, he's real rough with everything he does.  He cups my chest, and squeezes hard.  Like HARD hard.  To wear I pull back and say 'ouch'.  His reply was 'but you said you liked it rough'.  Yes.. I do.. but I don't like it painful and so far, it's been more painful than pleasurable.  So I tell him that as politely as I can, though what I want to scream at him is "HELLO FUCKWAD!! I'm not a rubber doll! I feel that shit and it fucking hurts.. knock it off before I sucker punch you in the fuckin nuts!".  Instead though, I tell him that yes, I do like certain things rough, not everything.  Again, he listens for only a short time.

We go back to fooling around, and again he starts to play with me.  I try to push his hand down some to make him do it softer, I even stand up and straddle his leg, while I whisper in his ear to go easy, do it gentle, softly.. to make it a little more difficult to do it hard... but nothing works.  Thankfully we hear a car coming, and he pulls his hand back out.  It was a cop, he pauses at the stop sign and looks over at us.  I pretend that I'm just standing beside him with my arm draped across his shoulder as his hand is running up and down the upper part of my leg.  The cop eventually moves on. 

The Indian Chief then, for some reason decides to look down at his hand, which he has now moved onto his own leg, and says 'Uhhh.. J.. you're bleeding..?'  I'm like WHAT??! No way! (*side note: I have what is called PCOS.  I don't get a period. Ever. Like.. I haven't had 1 in maybe.. 4-5 yrs? If not more?)  Anyway.. so I'm like there's no damn way.. but I look down at his hand, and it's COVERED in blood. I'm not talking like.. just his finger, but his WHOLE DAMN HAND.. up to his wrist.  I step back and look down at his jeans, and where I was straddling his leg, is also covered in blood.  He points to my leg and I look down.. THAT'S covered in blood.  Front, side, back.. blood everywhere.  I look like a damn murder victim.  I'm mortified.

I tell him I'm gonna go to the bathroom and clean up, he says he's going to do the same.  10 min later, I'm STILL in there trying to clean off all the damn blood.  Thankfully the shorts I was wearing were dark so you couldn't see the blood real well, but I had to scrub it off my legs.  And it's not stopping.  The more I wipe away, more appears.  Now I'm shaking.. and feeling lightheaded.  I lean against the wall to stop the room from spinning.  Idk WHY I feel that way.  I'm not afraid of the sight of blood, it doesn't bother me at all.  But this.. idk.. was freakin me out.  And there is so much!

I'll spare you the rest of the gory details of cleaning myself up lol, but I eventually do and make my way back outside.  As I turn the corner from the bathrooms, I see him sitting back at the table and when he sees me, he jumps up and rushes over to me, asking if I'm O.K. I tell him yea.. he asked if it was something he did.. I tell him I don't believe so.. think that I just started my period.  He gives me this look like he doesn't believe me lol.  "But.. that was A LOT of blood" he says.. still looking a little shocked.  (poor guy lol)  I start walking towards the truck and tell him not to worry about it, but I better head home that this concludes the 'fun portion for the day' lol (trying to lighten the mood some cus I'm so freakin embarrassed that I can't even look him in the eye.  I mean come on.. I just bleed ALL OVER THE GUY AND HIS CLOTHES!! If that isn't embarrassing, Idk what is.) 

He tries to lighten the mood as well and says 'maybe you're just so turned on by me that your insides exploded'.  I laugh, punch him on the arm and tell him 'get over yourself.. you're not that good' and we both laugh.  I go to jump in the truck then realize.. it has tan seats.. but thank God there was a towel in the backseat so he grabs that for me and I place it down.  I give him a quick kiss goodbye and go to jump in but when I turn around, I lose my balance and almost fall over.  I'm still quite dizzy.  He catches me and asks if I want/need him to follow me home, I decline, I just want to get away from him and this really fucked up situation.

I drive straight home because I'm in serious need of a shower and a change of clothes and of course to get proper things to take care of the situation.  It still baffles me why TODAY?! Why THEN of all times? Ugh.. such bullshit.


He's been really cool about it, sent me a text later on and asked if I was O.K. and what happened... don't really know what to tell him b/c at the time I DID think it was my period... however, there's been no evidence of it since.  It's been 12 hrs and nothing.  Like it never happened. So now I'm wondering.. was he TOO rough and fuck up something? I just told him I was fine, not to worry and that I was sorry that it happened on him lol. 

I'll give it a day or so and see what happens I guess,.. then maybe go see a Dr. cus really.. it's just too strange.  You'd think, that after so long of not having 1, it would last longer than an hr.  I'm not lucky like that lol.

So that was my end to a WONDERFUL day.  *key eye roll here*

The little Indian Chief

Ok.. this is a long one.. hope you don't mind.  There's a back story then the recent stuff all in 1 post cus I didn't want to break it up... who knows when I'd blog again lol.

I had originally met the Indian Chief in 2004.  I can't remember exactly HOW I met him, but I think it was online somehow? Idk.. anyway.. we started talking and he told me that he was currently married, but in the process of a divorce.  Yes, they still lived in the same house but did not sleep in the same room.  My 1st reaction was to call bullshit on his story.. but I didn't... least not to him lol.  To him, I gave him the benefit of the doubt, to me and others.... yea.. we all agreed it sounded like a typical story.

He was good looking.. tall.. dark brown hair, light green eyes, and a goatee.  Not many indians with green eyes.. but.. who isn't mixed now a days? lol

We met for the 1st time in person at a Wendy's while he was on his lunch break.  Thought it would be the best place and time for an initial meeting.  It was public, it was fast food and he was on his hour lunch, so if it didn't go well, it would at least be over quick. Of course it was awkward at first, but by the time the hour was over, we were joking around and had a good time.  Sadly, I did like him.  We kept in contact often.. he was always calling or texting to say hi and see how I was.  Now, don't get me wrong.. I love an attentive man.. what I DON'T like however.. is a hoverer.  The more we talked, the more he wanted to.  I got to the point where I started not answering his calls or texts right away or at all.  One day, I was at work.. (I worked at a birthing clinic) and I'm at the nurses station drawing blood on a new patient and I get a call from the receptionist.  She tells me I have a visitor and she's sending him back.  Him?!? WHAT?!

Before I hang up, guess who decided to darken my doorway? The Indian Chief.  With flowers.  I was taken back.  I don't like unannounced visitors at work.  I don't think it's appropriate.  Also, this is a OB/GYN/Birthing Center... it's full of women.  I didn't think it was appropriate to have a male visitor at any time.  But.. there he was.. with a bouquet of flowers.  I tried to hide my irritation and told him I'd be with him in a minute after I finished with the lady in front of me.  I instructed him to the kitchen area and told him to wait for me there.  After apologizing to the patient for the interruption.. though she was nice about it and thought it was sweet he brought me flowers... I just rolled my eyes... I finished her up and sent her to the exam room.  I took a few breaths before going in to talk to him because..yeah.. it was nice he brought me flowers.. but I was still pissed he just walked into my place of work. 

I finally joined him in the kitchen and TRIED to seem happy.  It really was a nice gesture.. and he didn't think he was doing anything wrong.  He actually thought he was being thoughtful and romantic.. or some shit like that anyway.  Luckily, the other ppl in the office.. including the Dr. and the office manager, thought it was sweet too and didn't get mad.  I thanked him for the flowers, sat and chatted with him for a bit but had to get back to work and sent him on his way.  I really couldn't get and stay mad at him, he didn't know how I felt about visitors at work.. I had never told him.  Not his fault, it was mine.  All the way home I contiplated what I was going to do.. he was still saying they were in the 'process of divorce' whatever the hell that means. 

The next week or two, he had asked me out to dinner a few times and I was always 'busy'.  (lie lol)  Slowly.. he eventually got the picture that I was pulling away and stopped texting/calling so often.  We would still chat online.. but again.. every so often.  I had finally written him off cus really.. I didn't want to get involved with a married guy and I just didn't buy the 'in the process' bs line. 

He calls me a month later... I dont answer.  He texts me.. says he wants to talk to me.  I don't reply.  He tries to contact me online, I don't answer.  Finally, he sends me a msg telling me his divorce is final and she's moved out.  Now I feel like an ass for not believing him. So, I start talking to him again.  We still haven't gone on a date yet.. but I want to take it slow.  Before we were able to, our area got hit with 3 hurricanes.  1 every 2 wks to the day.  We had a lot of damage to our property, including the roof.  He calls me the next after after the 1st one to see how I am.. I tell him about some of the damage and the roof.  He says he's 'in the area' and he'd come by to help some.  'In the area', huh?  He lives almost an hr away.. wtf is he doing in my area the morning after a hurricane? lol

Anyway, so I tell him.. 'yeah.. ok.. if you want, thats fine'. My parents hadn't met him yet.. my thoughts were.. why bother? He was married.. it wasn't going to go anywhere.  But.. they did that day.  He was awesome.  He pulled up, shook hands with my parents, asked where they needed the help (which was getting on the roof to put tarps down.. since our ladder was in the shed that was now a pancake in the back yard).  He didn't waste any time.  He grabbed his own ladder, grabbed the tarps and nails, and was already on the roof nailing the 1st one into place before my dad was even on his way up the ladder lol.  He stayed awhile helping with anything and everything.  Idk, maybe I'm strange, but it was at that moment that I stopped and really looked at him.  He was such a nice guy, he didn't have to come all this way to help.. but he did.  He didn't have to stay and work out in 105 degree heat for hours to help people he hardly knew.. but he did.  I had decided to really give him a chance.

But it didn't last long.  He quickly became hovering again.  Always wanting my time... always asking me what I was thinking, what I wanted,.. when he could see me again.. just so many damn questions. He'd ask me to come over, I'd give him a 'yeah.. maybe.. what time?' and never show up.  He'd call to see where I was.. I wouldnt' answer.  We went round and round like this for a few more months.  I don't really know why I wouldnt' just tell him to move on.  I don't know why I played stupid games with him.. or why I was such a bitch to him. I can't remember why.  But I was young, well.. kinda young.. I was about 25 or so.  I didn't WANT to see how I was acting.. I just brushed it off. 

During all of this.. we had never had sex.  We kissed.... twice I think? But that was it.  No wondering hands.. no oral.. nothing.  It wasn't even like a real kiss.. but more of a peck on the lips.

We didn't really talk again for almost 3 yrs.  There were occasions where he'd send me a msg online to say hi and ask why I don't talk to him anymore,.. but I wouldnt' answer those either.  6 months later I get a msg that he's getting married.  Call me a total bitch.. but I hated that he was getting married.  I didn't want him.. but now that I knew I COULDN'T have him.. it made me mad.  I wished him the best and closed that chapter of my life.  He was gone. It was over.  No more chances even if I wanted them.

Until 3 yrs later lol.  He IM's me to see how Im doing, whats new.. all the stuff.. says they've hit a rough patch, all they do is fight and he thinks its over.  Then he tries to get me to talk about sex with him.  That's when I stopped the conversation and signed out.  I wasn't going to be used like that. 

Fast Foward to a wk ago......(a little over a yr since the last time we talked)
He IM's me again.. the standard stuff.  What's new.. hows things, blah blah blah.  He's still married.. but (again.. or rather still) going through rough times.  Has been for over a yr now.  I asked, why not get divorced he says they want to, but they own their home together and neither wants to move, but can't sell it either cus no one could afford to buy it right now and they'd have to at least get enough to pay off the mortgage.  (here we go again.. right?.. sound familiar??)  He wants to know why I stopped talking to him before.  Told him the convo I didn't like since he was married, I wasn't gonna be used as his outlet when shit was getting bad at home to just be tossed aside when they worked things out.  We have a nice conversation about that.. talk some things out and I apologize for my behavior over the years.  He tells me that he really liked me, never stopped, and thought that we would still be together had I not acted the way I did.  We talk about his marriage... how they fight all the time and when she gets mad at him she locks him out of the bedroom.  That he's over it.. she acts childish about everything.  About how he's been wanting to go back to school and get a degree in computers but she told him it was a waste of time that he'd never find a job when he was done.  I kinda felt bad for the guy.. she sounds like someone who likes to keep ppl down, instead of lift them up.  He went ahead and enrolled in school anyway and it sent her over the edge because she 'told him not to do it and he didnt' listen' like he's some child.  That's when he moved into the spare bedroom.  She comes home from work, eats and stays in her room all night.  They hardly speak, and when they do it's only fighting.  She'll leave him a list of things to do around the house and hits the fan when he doesn't' do all of them.  She knows he has class on Wed. nights, so she's even gone as far as telling him 'it BETTER be done when i get home from work, I dont care if you have to miss class to do it.'  I didn't believe him.. I mean.. someone can't be THAT nasty, right? He showed me the texts from her.  I was floored.  This bitch needs a slap in the face.

Anyhow.. It had been a while for me.. soooooo.. yes.. i didn't shoot him down when he wanted to talk about sex.  We moved from IM to texting.. then he decided to call me 1 night.  She was home,.. he didn't care.  We talked for 2 hrs.  We decided to meet for lunch yesterday.  He still lives almost an hr away so we decided to meet in the middle at the mall parking lot and go from there.  I'm sitting in the truck waiting on him, reading a book and I hear this loud motor.  I'm thinking.. 'god! ppl and their redneck trucks.. so annoying' and I look up.. and there he is.  It was him.. he's on a motorcycle.  I jump out of the truck and walk over, before I even say hi, he grabs me and kisses me.  Hard. Tongue and all.  I'm like WHOA!!!!!! I started to pull back, but he grabs me by my hair and pulls me in closer.  After a minute he lets me go and i'm all dizzy, out of breath and wide eyed.  He chuckles and tells me he's picked a place for lunch.  I tried to clear my head and ask him where.  He taps the saddle bags on his bike and says he brought it.. we're going to the park.  After another kiss, I jump back in the truck to follow him.  15 min later we pull into a huge park.  There's all different places to park, you can park by the water to fish, park at the camp site or park near the trails where they have picnic tables and bathrooms.  We choose there since there's no one else around to bother us with their kids or rowdy drunks.  We have a nice lunch of sandwhiches, soda, chips and he even brought 'desert'.. a couple of hersey kisses lol.  It may not have been a top notch meal, but it was the thought that counted.  Never had anyone plan a picnic for me before.

After we ate he took me on a ride on his bike.  He only had 1 helmet tho, so he gave it to me and he went without.  We came back to the picnic area a little later and talked.  Then talking turned to kissing.. which turned to touching outside the clothes.. then went to inside the clothes..

We decided it was probably best to move away from there in case anyone pulled up so we went deeper into the trails to continue.. then off the trails a little so we weren't so visible.  He pushed me up against a tree and started to unbutton my pants.  I wrapped a leg around him so it would be easier to get to what he wanted.  After all the playing around at the table, as soon as his fingers touched me I came instantly.  I dropped down to my knees, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled him into my mouth.  He teetered back like he was losing his balance,.. so we switched places.. with him now against the tree.  I didn't even get to do it for 30 more seconds when he told me he was about to cum.  He pulled me up, reached down, took my boots off me and slid my pants off too.  My 1st thought was.. this is gonna hurt to stand on the ground in only socks... but that thought was quickly pushed out of my head.  He turned me back around to the tree, got down on his knees, lifted my leg over his shoulder and pulled my panties to the side.  His tongue hit the right spot as his fingers went inside.  I'm shocked I didn't tear my shirt up from wiggling against the tree so much.  I came 2 more times that way until I couldn't take it anymore.  I grabbed him by his shirt and said "either stop completely.. or fuck me now.. I can't take any more of this!!' 

He stood up, turned me around, I bent over and he slid in..  with the warning that it's been a long time and he probably wouldn't last long..and that's where it ended the 'fun' and became comical.

See.. I'm only 5'2"... he's 6'1".  Do the math.  We don't align up right.  I'm short.. and even shorter when I'm bending over.. cus I'm not as flexible as I used to be and bend my knees a little lol.  Plus, ppl kept either walking by or riding on their bikes. This is how the conversation went:

me: "ok.. it's clear.. go!'
him: "SHIT! Wait.. I hear someone.. stop moving.. ok.. they're gone..'
Me: "GO! God. goooo!!' Shit.. this isn't working.. UGGGHHH!! Why can't I be 6 inches taller!! This is BULLSHIT!! Where's a fucking stump when you need one? Why can't there be any fucking random stumps sitting around this damn park! It's woods for Christ sakes!'
Him: "wait.. there's a fence"
Me: 'what. the. FUCK do you want with a fence? I'm NOT sitting on a fence! How would that even work!??'
Him: 'put your feet in the holes.. that will bring you up some'
Me: 'and then what? Bend OVER the fence? Are you MAD?! I think you've lost your damn mind! I'm NOT gonna get impaled by a fence... how am I gonna explain THAT to my parents?? They think I'm at Olive Garden!!'

So.. at the time.. it wasn't a funny conversation, but as I played that back in my head on my way home.. I couldnt' stop laughing.  Really J!? You're 1st thought was.. 'they think i'm at Olive Garden?' lmao.

Anyway.. So we decide it ISN'T going to work.. so we start to get dressed.  BUT! I wasn't leaving until I got dick! (I can be pretty determined when I want to be lol).  I remembered the bathrooms.. I pulled my jeans back on.. grabbed my boots and his hand and pulled him back to the picnic areas without saying a word.

him: 'Where are we going?"
Me: (turning around to face him) 'Look.. i want you to fuck me. It's obviously not going to work out HERE (i point to the trees) so we're going in THERE!!' (I point to the bathrooms and turn around and keep walking.

He's close behind me when we arrive and  I hear him mudder as I'm opening up the womens bathroom is.. 'I hope they don't have cameras here....'

I pull him inside, turn on the light, drop my boots, and rip my jeans off and kneel on over the toilet all before he was able to unbutton his jeans lol.  I turn my head back towards him and ask 'you coming? or do I have to do this myself?'

Without another word, he closes the distance between us in 1 step, while dropping his pants, and is back inside me again.  It didn't take but a few seconds and we were both cumming.  I guess all that playing around earlier did it or it really HAD been a long time like he said.  Either way.. I got mine.. a few times.. and he got his. 

We cleaned up, went back to the picnic tables and talked for a little longer before calling it a day.  I was starting to fall asleep and knew I had to get home and NOT look like a bum sleeping in a park lol.

Just Brakes Con't.

***Sorry it's been awhile.  No excuses, I'll just jump back in**

(Just to wrap up from what happened last.. the cops were bringing the rape victim over to do a drive by lineup to confirm or deny if he was the 1 who raped her)

I held my breath.  It didn't look good.  Right before they had driven off, she was shaking her head yes.  YES?!?! YES WHAT?!?! Is what I thinking..

An officer walked away to take a phone call, but not before telling me to stay where I was.  The other officers were just standing around bullshitting like it was nothing.  Like I didn't JUST have a possible rapist in my pool that I was having sex with.  REALLY PPL??

The cop came back within a few minutes but long enough for me to smoke 2 more cigarettes. (hey.. I chain smoke when I'm nervous! Dont judge lol).

As he was walking back over, he looked over his shoulder and waved a 'come here' like gesture at the cop by the car Mr. just breaks was in.  I noticed he was leading mr. just breaks out of the car but turned my attention away when the cop approached me.

"I'm sorry ma'am." he started

My breath caught in my throat. I couldn't look at the cop.  I just didn't want to hear it,.. to know it.. I didn't believe it.  But he continued anyway..

"I'm sorry for the intrusion tonight.  I'm sorry for ruining your evening." He paused as Mr. Just breaks was walked up to stand next to us and turned so he could hear what was being said.

"The victim said it wasn't him.  We apologize." he continued as another officer unhand cuffed mr. just breaks.

The silence was thick.  The heavy sigh from both me and just breaks was loud.  I just stood there.. processing everything the cop had just said.

"Wait.. wait a second.  I saw her shaking her head yes.. why was she shaking her head yes if you're saying she said no??" Not that I was TRYING to implicate him.. but I was curious.

"The officer had asked her if it was him, she said no.. he asked her.. 'are you sure' and she shock her head yes".  As the cop was was telling me this, a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

The EMT's and other officers began gathering their stuff and piling back into their cars quickly.  The real rapist was still out there and they had to go find him.

Mr. just breaks and I slowly made our way back to the back yard and into the patio in silence. The mood was DEFINITELY ruined.  I set my cigarettes down and started to gather our things from around the pool and noticed he was still just standing there staring at me.

"What?" I asked, curious to his stare.

He said nothing, just kept staring at me while I stayed still, half bent over picking the pool noodles off the ground.  Before I had a chance to ask him again, he closed the distance between us in 3 steps and was directly in front of me.  I slowly stood up, never taking my eyes off his.  He reached down, ran his hand into my hair and pulled my lips towards his.  It was intense.  Like, make me dizzy intense.  When he finally pulled away, I had to blink a few times to clear my vision and my head. 

"Wh.. what was that ffff.." I didn't even get to finish asking him what that was for, before he was kissing me again.  Hard and passionate.  Not like the kisses we shared before.  As he kissed me, he pulled me by the hand towards the house.  I followed, never breaking the kiss.

We didn't even make it all the way into the house when our towels came off.  It was animalistic.  Clawing at each other, trying to get more.  The couch was the closest so that's where we landed. 

Intense is the only way I could describe it.  It was gentle.  It wasn't slow.  It was raw.  Like our lives depended on it.. we HAD to have it and couldn't get it fast enough.  There was no foreplay.  There was no 'taking our time'.  Heavy breathing and loud grunts were the only noise.  It was over about as fast as it started, but I wasn't complaining.  It was probably the best sex I had had in a very long time. 

When we were done, we just laid there, him on top of me, staring into each other's eyes.  Nothing was said for what seemed like hours until he rolled over onto his back. 

"wow" was the only thing I could think of to say.

"yea.. "  he paused "I really need to get going"

"yea.. I know." I replied, but neither of us make an effort to get up.

Another 20 minutes passed before I started to get up and grab my towel again, I couldn't stop thinking of the events of the night.  What a good 1st 'date' lol

"this was a weird night" he spoke, breaking my thoughts. "never in a million years did i think that was how the night was going to go"

"I know... me either.  It's definitely memorable tho" I laughed.

By this time he was standing and trying to get dressed... tho he couldn't find 1 sock lol

"I guess I better get going..........." he trailed off. 

"yea... i guess..." neither of us acted like we wanted the night to end. But he had to get home to his wife before she started to suspect something and I had to do damage control with the neighbors.

We made plans to talk again soon as I walked him to the door.  He kissed me goodbye, gentle at first, but progressively getting more heated.

"I better stop or I won't leave" he said as he broke away.  I just nodded in agreement.

I watched as he climbed in his car, waved goodbye and drove off.

I didn't know if I'd ever see him again, but I knew I'd remember this night for the rest of my life.