Thursday, 21 August 2014

The traveler returns...

Having cut short his family vacation to be with me, the Engineer lands an hour early (?!?!?), and lets me know he's waiting at the airport.  I haven't 'prepared' myself, but jump in the car and head off.

Chaos.  Airports in my part of the world have a slightly more relaxed view on security, and between the drop-offs, the pick-ups and those who are merely 'waiting', the terminal entrance is a disaster.  My car is at the shop (again), but I have told him what I am presently driving, so expect no real drama.  I finally pull up and he's there - tall and brooding, in a form fitting T-shirt and skin tight jeans, but he can't see me.  I hit the horn, and he reacts by pulling out his phone and calling me.  Looking straight through me, he's demanding to know where I am as I wave at him from 6 feet away.  His eyes focus, and a heartbreaking smile comes over his face as he recognizes me.  His vast array of luggage won't fit in the trunk, and I have my turn enduring the honks and shouts of other drivers as we laugh and juggle the bags.

We hold hands as I drive, and then are finally indoors.  Sweeping me into his arms, it all comes out - how much he has missed me, his agony since our last hook-up, how glad he is to be with me again and let's go upstairs.  Now.

As always, we simply kiss and kiss some more - we're like teenagers who can't go past first base.  Having previously said I don't know how long we make out for, I keep a sly eye on the clock - after 45 minutes he falls back and just looks at me, smiling.  "Habibi" he says, then silence.  We resume, me working my mouth from his throat to his nipples, down his stomach and onto his balls, briefly taking his shaft into my mouth.  Then I flip him onto his stomach, and begin to caress his butt and massage his shoulders as I sit astride him.

I kiss his neck, then work my way down his back and into his cleft.  I begin to flick my tongue over and around his hole as he lies there murmuring and softly moaning.  As I work my way back up, I slide my cock into his slicked ass, and rest the head against his hole.  He stirs slightly, then reaches back to take my hands and suck on my fingers.  He starts to loosen against the pressure of my dick, and I feel myself enter.  He moans and squirms, but positions himself in order that I continue, finally coming to the point where my balls are resting atop his.  Bliss.  I lie inside him, quite still, and continue kissing his neck and shoulders, and then I start to thrust and withdraw.  He's crying out in a good way, so I continue until I feel myself edging closer to the point of no return, then I withdraw completely.

Rolling him back, we resume kissing, until he drops his head to my lap and starts to suck my cock.  His usual fluttering technique is working a treat, but I tell him to stop as I am close to losing my load.  "Lie back and enjoy" he says as he continues, now dragging his beard over my balls and licking my dick.  After much squirming and moaning on my part, I soon cover myself with a 5 day load.  As this happens he starts to cry out as well, gasping and heaving as he pumps his own load onto the sheets.

We fall back, side by side and our more mundane conversation continues.  How/where we had spent summer (he had no idea who Kate Moss was??), then he smiles and says "give me your back".  I look down and he's hard again, and now wants to fuck me.  I laugh - "Again? So soon?", and he shrugs and smiles, working his rock hard cock into my ass, holding it in place as we each wriggle a little to get comfortable.  With his dick buried deep inside me, he wraps his arms around me and holds me tight, and I know at this point I am happy.  Then he begins to thrust, quite aggressively, muttering it's been "too long" since we did this, then suddenly he falls back, his cock sliding out of me.

He's tired and wants to go home, so we dress and get back into the car - again we hold hands as I drive and I drop him at his door, each of us wondering when we'll meet next.

Thursday, 14 August 2014

Worrying or comforting...?

We're planning a long weekend in a nearby city, and I convince the family to go ahead a few days early.  Mainly as I haven't seen the Engineer in a while and I want to.

I drop him a line, informing him I will be free on "X" dates, and he replies immediately - "Out of town, but will come back early for you".

He has cut short his own family vacation, left them behind, and taken a 7 hour flight, simply to be with me.

Now I am concerned - this is becoming a relationship (although after 3 years, I'm kidding myself if I think otherwise), which is not what I signed on for.  We're both married with kids and there is no future for either of us, other than as occasional fuckbuddies.

I'm flattered, but why would he do this?  Does he have 'feelings' for me?  Aaaarghh!!!!!

Sunday, 10 August 2014

Impossible glamour...

I mentioned in a recent post I had decamped to southern Turkey.  Whilst there my wife and I paid a call on a friend who runs a small boutique hotel, of the kind that attracts people who are either so rich you've never heard of them, or so famous they know they won't be bothered.

So, I'm standing at the bar with him, when he looks over my shoulder and his eyebrows go up.  "Darling" he cries, "Welcome back!  I want you to meet Weston and his wife, old friends from X".

At this point Kate Moss shakes my hand and says "Hello old friends from X".  As my jaw picks up, she turns and calls out "Naomi - we're over here".  And Naomi Campbell walks over.

For those who care, Kate is taller than you would think, and has more wrinkles, but a pretty damn cool vibe going on.  Naomi is quite simply a goddess.  Tall, flawless and wrinkle free.  She looks down her nose at us, glances at Kate (who nods), and says to me "we're on so-and-so's boat for drinks shortly, you might as well come along".

So we shortly find ourselves on the 200+ foot yacht of some billionaire, where, incredibly, we knew other people.  Much laughter and champagne ensued, and we were returned to shore some hours later, sans our old and new friends.  To quote Edina Monsoon, Naomi is "difficult", but Kate Moss (and her hubby), were really very genuine and friendly.  However I doubt she will remember me if we meet again though.

For once, no sex in my tale (but plenty of eye candy - those Russian boys...), but no one else to tell, so I am writing it down here.  My friend was very clear they came to his place for privacy and freedom, so we were forbidden to discuss anything that might identify our location.  Oh well....