Tuesday, May 15, 2012

What He Came For

He arrived in the middle of the night after driving several hours. It was 2:30 in the morning and I had to be out of there by 7:00 and I still hadn't slept. All-nighters were common when my kids were little (and I was young) and when I was in college (even younger), but staying up all night and working the next day did not sound like fun to me as a middle-aged full grown woman.

Except for that night.

Except for JJ.

The lateness of the hour was my fault.  He wanted to meet me much earlier in the evening but it was such a long drive for him that I didn't want to inconvenience him and, frankly, I thought he was just offering to be nice. But then as the night wore on he was still asking, and then his requests turned to, "I'm leaving now."

It was a rare occasion.  I was traveling for work and he was out of town for the night, too. When he said he was leaving to make that long drive to come and see me, I was shocked. Of course I wanted to see him (have you ever known me not to want to see JJ?), but part of me couldn't believe that he would drive that far in the middle of the night (and back just a few hours later) just so he could spend some time with me.

I tried to remember the last night time anyone had gone out of their way for me like that. I couldn't remember.

I jumped into the shower and then crawled into bed to try to catch a little nap before he arrived. It took me a long time to fall asleep, but I managed.  I was awakened by the sound of my phone alerting me to a text message.  It was from JJ and it simply said, "I'm here."  I was groggy.  I wondered if that meant he was in town, in the parking lot, or in the lobby.  As I was trying to think that through, I replied "ok."  When I heard his phone ping right outside my door, I knew where "here" was.

I jumped up and ran my fingers through my hair as I moved toward the door.  I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I passed it. The lights stay off, I told myself, chuckling a little. JJ had seen my hair much messier than that on several occasions.  And why was I even thinking about my hair right now???

I opened the door and let him in. He immediately reached out for me and kissed me.  As I felt his hands on my back, his arms wrapped around me, and his cold clothes pressed against me, I realized that I was naked. That hadn't even occurred to me when I was in such a hurry to let him in.

He kissed me deeply and tenderly. I nudged him into the room while we were kissing until we got to the bed.  He sat down and I stood in front of him, still kissing him, tugging on his sweatshirt to pull it off.  As we undressed him quickly, he told me a bit about the trip.  I kept interrupting him with kisses.  Eventually he quit talking.

What happened over the next few hours is a blur. I remember that soon after he arrived I was on my hands and knees and he was fucking me hard from behind. I remember that feeling of both calm and excitement I felt when he first entered me. It was such a familiar feeling, but every time it seemed new.  We both came forcefully - no gentle rising of pleasure but an assault of sensation that seemed to burst inside us both.

We lay together and talked for awhile then we dozed off.  Well, I did. I have no doubt that he couldn't sleep much because of my snoring. But he did sleep a little.

The next thing I remember,  I was laying on my side and I felt his hand cock sliding between my legs from behind. I lifted my leg a little and arched my back to give him room, but I had no intention of fully waking yet. He slid inside my pussy for a few strokes before pulling out.  I lowered my leg and relaxed.  That's when I felt his cock pressing into my ass. I squealed and grabbed the edge of the bed.  He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me back to him, saying, "Shhhhh.....slow.  It's ok."

Of course it was ok. I was there with him. Everything was ok. He pulled my hip back toward him just a little, signaling me to press back against him. I did, very slowly, stopping once to catch my breath and let the pain subside. Then I pushed back all the way, taking his cock completely into my ass.  He moaned and kissed my neck. Then he began thrusting. Slowly. Deeply. Very gently at first and then with more and more force.  His arm was around me holding me tightly against him, reminding me how strong he was.

When he finished, he didn't move away. He stayed there holding me as his cock slowly receded and pulled out of my ass. I could tell by his breathing that he was dozing off again. I wanted to kiss him, but I didn't want to wake him.  I didn't want to ruin that moment of feeling completely his, used by him, held by him. I belonged to him at that moment.

Then I realized, that's what he came for.


W.D. said...

There's a message in this for me, I feel.

Leah said...

That's a lovely story Kat, and so touching :-)

Max said...

Beautiful post.

Anonymous said...

Wow...I've been afraid to try anal. It's my last limit ;) You make it sound like something I absolutely must do. Sensual, sexy, raw, powerful. Thank you for sharing this story.

Marcus said...

Beautiful and hot at the same time. It's always something special when both people want to trade sleep for sex at the same time.

Anonymous said...

Call me impervious, but this seems rather mundane.