My Valentine 2012 Part 3 Slow Sex

If you missed the other parts of Simon’s story, click here

Part 1 – Planning
Part 2 – Hotel picnic

— Part 3 Slow Sex
After a great picnic, I was lying next to Simon on my stomach on the hotel bed, watching a BBC sitcom on his iPad.  When the episode finished, he smiled at me then got rather serious, though trying to be casual, and asked, “So… are you going to stay?”  
I was not sure what he meant exactly, but gathered this was his way of asking if I was interested in touching him.  I looked at him and smiled, then leaned over to kiss him on the forward and whispered, “I’d like that.”

As I started to pull away, he kissed me quickly on the lips.  Just a peck.  And then another.  And then he wrapped him arms around me and pressed us together side by side on the bed.  The kissing went on and on… he finally let me get a breath and whispered in amazement, “Whoa… you are an amazing kisser!”  I nodded and winked, “You are pretty hot stuff yourself.”  He kissed me a bit more, then whispered in my ear, “I could do this all night.”  I chuckled, thinking “Yeah, right… not likely.”  I’ve only been with men who were in a big hurry to climax, especially the first time, so I was very confused by his lack of going on to other things.  

I licked his ear, biting the lobe gently and breathing in quickly.  He shivered and moaned, saying, “Wow… you know how to get to me,” and started rubbing my back and twisting against me.  He took things really slowly, kissing for a long time, then pressing between my legs through my pants with his palm.
He stopped and said, “I want to do a lot more.”  I nodded, already too dazed to form any coherent speech.  
He asked me, “Do you need to know my name?”  I tried to think about it, but realized it did not matter at all.  
“No,” I replied.  “Are you okay with not knowing mine?” He thought for a moment, and nodded.  
“It is much safer if we don’t share… but I will if you need me to?” he offered.  I kissed him on the nose and told him I was fine.  
He started kissing me again, stroking my arm, then eventually taking off my shirt and bra, (with one hand behind my back!) and finally I unbuttoned his dress shirt and pulled off his white undershirt.  He pulled me into his arms on the bed.  I adore that first moment when skin touches skin!  We cuddled for a long while with him running his hands over my chest and back, sucking and biting gently, in a very worshipful sensuous manner.  He found a spot on my back that caused quite a reaction (I had not known about it!)  I came so hard!  He stopped now and then to cool off, and talked more, starting the entire track again each time – kissing, gentle touching and only then more.
There was no crushing fire, just a slowly building burn.  I began to get impatient, and starting talking a little dirty to him and rubbing between his legs.  He put his hand inside my slacks, finding my clit with his index finger.  He flicked a bit, then finally put his fingers inside me when I begged.  I think he wanted to be very sure that I wanted each escalation.  
He got up to take off his dress pants, and a lovely pair of dark blue silk boxers appeared.  I rubbed his firm ass, then pulled his beautiful cock from his underwear and put my mouth on him.  He had a lovely shape, long and elegant.  He said, “Only if you want to,” and held my head gently.  He moaned dramatically, and exclaimed, “Oh! Oh, you are going to make me blow!” and pulled me away.  He said, “Sorry… this first time I am so worked up… not going to last long and I wouldn’t be any good to you after that.”  
I returned to his mouth for more kisses, and I finally said, “I want you to fuck me.”  He sighed, and said, “Are you sure?  We don’t have to,” and I wondered if he wanted to.  He checked inside me again with his fingers to make sure I was ready, helping me take off the rest of my clothes, then went away to get a condom! I adore it when the man takes care of it as a matter of course!  He put it on quickly, and said not to be offended, that it was for my protection as well.  I assured him it was fine and that I appreciated him being so thoughtful.  
He rested on top of me, squirming and pressing against me.  It didn’t seem like a good position, so he asked me what might be better.  I said doggie style, and he was a little surprised, but we shifted around he grabbed my ass and pressed inside me.  I was surprised that he was not hard, but had read that happens, especially with condoms.  He worked in and got harder, saying he was really nervous.  I told him it was just me, relax… don’t think… and he got much harder and pressed deeper inside.  Then he said, “Oh, wow… you are so hot… and tight” and “I am not going to last at all!’  He gripped my ass very tightly and I pressed back against him and he came.  He apologized and I assured him that it was very flattering.  He said, “But I will still be able to help you out.”  He put his fingers inside me and used his other hand to rub my clit until I came again.  
He went off to clean up and I collapsed.  He said, “Don’t move,” and I had no urge to do so.  He explained that he needed to prep for the work day, so he wouldn’t have to do it when he woke up in a daze.  He said he had meetings  from 7 am to 6 pm, then had to take his managers out for supper so he wouldn’t be back in the room until late.  He said I was welcome to stay, or come back but he had a lot of work to do and would be distracted.  I said I would like to come back, that it could be the same as IMing, with him multitasking, and perhaps I could help.  He came back to bed, gathered me into his arms, kissing me deeply, stroking me in the most amazing way.  We suddenly realized that it was 4 am!  He had to get up at 6:30 am to make a 7 am meeting.  Ugh.  I tucked him in, cuddled up behind him  and was quickly asleep myself.  It was such a treat to be able to drift off touching a man!

My Valentine 2012 Part 2 Hotel Picnic

[If you missed the first part of Simon’s story, click here.]

— Part 2 Simon’s Hotel Picnic

Tuesday, February 14th – Valentine’s Day
So the day dawned.  I went to work and tried not to fret about meeting Simon tonight.  I told Philip I was seeing a friend in town on business and he was excited for me.  I collected picnic incidentals from work – utensils, condiments, napkins leftover from catered meals – and went home to pack.  I ended up with 4 bags – regular tote, laptop, suitcase, and a bag of groceries.  I watched Simon’s flight come across the country.  I adore flight tracker!  
I loaded my car and headed out to Whole Foods to get picnic foods.  Just as I was ready to check out, Simon texted that he had landed!  I texted back “Yay!  Welcome to Boston.” He asked if he should call me now or after he got his rental car and was on the road.  It had not occurred to me that I’d have to talk to him on the phone.  That seemed too hard.  But I texted back “Whatever.” I checked out and lugged the goodies to to my car.  He called me.  He sounded like I had thought – young, Texan, calm, patient, nervous but excited.  And understanding of how odd this was.  A blind date in the extreme!
I took off to the suburbs to the hotel.  He texted me when he started out from Logan and I let him know I was on the way too.  I got there ahead of him and sat in my car reading Facebook on my phone.  My sister called to check on me.  Simon called about half an hour later to say he was in room.  By chance, I had parked in the closest spot to it.  It was the last room on the first floor near the parking lot door.  
He came out to help me carry in stuff.  I stood beside my car and he walked toward me.  I hugged him and held on.  It was a good feeling.  He sighed and held on to me.  Then remembered himself and noted that we shouldn’t do anything outside.  I grabbed all my bags and he took a couple.  We strolled back to the hotel.  
We chatted nervously as he unlocked the door.  He said to give him a few minutes to unpack a bit and plug in all his gadgets.  I took a moment to look him over – he had on a blue dress shirt, dress pants and dark socks and shoes.  He was trim and my height.  I realized the photo he had sent me was years old.  He had been working out since then!  I liked the look of him better than his photo!  I smiled, trying to get an idea of his impression of me, but he was preoccupied.  I set out food on the desk and he turned in amazement to stare at the buffet of treats: 
  • Shrimp Cocktail and sauce
  • Popcorn (for the movie he’d suggested we watch) 
  • Cape Cod Potato chips (for local flavor)
  • Meats – Turkey, Ham and roast beef slices
  • Cheeses – Swiss and Monterey Jack slices
  • Pasta salad with peas, celery and tomatoes
  • Crackers
  • Taramousalata Greek cavier dip
  • Fruit – sliced mango and strawberries
  • Sweets – Chocolate covered potato chips and Lake Champlain chocolates
  • Sparkling Apple Cider for a festive beverage

He said there was no way he could eat much of this.  I said not to worry… I brought stuff from home and got an assortment because I had no clue what he’d like.  He asked for the Whole Foods receipt and repaid me in cash.  I felt odd having him pay, but it was much cheaper than a lobster dinner!  I was so nervous, I forgot to take a photo of the food! 

We sat on the end of the bed to snack and chat.  We started to share bits of personal information – my employer, our colleges, stories that required some history, trying to show that we trusted each other.  It seemed interesting but unimportant.  He pulled out his iPad and asked me enter tunes into Pandora.  I picked Frank Sinatra and Lady Gaga!  He went out in the hall to call his wife.  
We listened to tunes and talked more, then he pulled up a BBC comedy, “IT Crowd.”  We lay next to each other on our stomachs, he cuddled up next to me, and we giggled over the trite jokes about computer help desk employees.  After one episode he said he’d corrupted my mind enough and put it away.  He smiled at me then got rather serious, though trying to be casual, and asked, “So… are you going to stay?”  

A hug maybe

Tuesday February 14 Valentine’s Day

8:30am
Good morning! 33 sun and a happy Valentine’s Day to you!
10:04am
Hubby and I celebrated last night w/ a stroll around Whole Foods picking up treats for a living room picnic.  We watched the BBC’s “Sherlock” – the “Scandal in Belgravia” as romantic as Holmes gets. He even sat next to me on the couch.  Not touching me.  After being an asshat all day, he managed to be nice for 3 whole hours!  Of course, it made me wonder why, if he knows how to be nice, he isn’t most of the time.  *sigh 
12:46pm
Good news! Online pal in town for business asked me out to dinner tonight! (So I might actually get a hug.)  

But you know who I’d be with if I had a choice – there’s nothing like an old flame!  Thinking about what would happen if he was in town is keeping me warm and wet today.
12:56pm Phil
Happy Valentines Day. Enjoy dinner. Sounds like fun. Waiting to jump on a plane
1:00pm
Safe travels! Close your eyes for a few moments and remember… just make sure you have a magazine on your lap. 🙂

1:05pm Phil
Ha ha.  love it!
1:08pm
Making you smile makes me happy.  Making you hard makes my day!  But helping you cum… well… that is the best!
1:14pm
Oh, that was probably too graphic for lunch time.  Sorry… but you… you get me so… you know.
3:17pm Phil
I know
3:18pm

🙂

My Valentine 2012 Part 1 Picnic plan

For a special Valentine’s week treat, I will tell you the story of Simon, my Valentine for 2012.

[Caveat: For those of you who only want to read about Philip and Sassy, skip the Simon posts this week!  My life took a brief detour from the fairy tale a year ago, so if you don’t want to read about another man and me, move along!]

— Part I Simon’s picnic plan
A friend of mine online asked me to talk to a friend of hers who needed cheering up.  He was shy and didn’t want me to know much real life info about him, so he called himself Simon Templar.  When I asked him about it, he pointed me to the wikipedia article about the old TV show “The Saint.”  The lead character was a suave do-gooder, a mixture of James Bond and Robin Hood, played by Roger Moore, of the James Bond movies fame.  
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eFaIhXEt6hg
We chatted many nights until the wee hours.  He was in Texas, so it was earlier for him, though he never seemed to sleep.  He was smart, sweet and funny!  He admitted he worked for a biotech company based in Boston, and would be traveling here for training at some point. He offered to buy me a lobster dinner!  He had no idea that was my favorite thing… 
I told him about years of no sex with my husband, and my adventures with Philip.  He shared the sad tale of his marriage – his wife had locked him out of the bedroom after their second son was born years ago.  It’s a story I hear all too often in my travels around the infidelity support world.  I worked my magic, making him laugh and not being shocked that he was trying to find a married lady online who would be a “friend with benefits.”  I helped him work on his ad, hoping he would find a lovely lady.  Like me, he had very little confidence anyone would be interested.  
I fantasized about a tall dark slim handsome older man, kissing me pressed up against his rental car after dinner.  He sent me a photo.  He had beautiful dark hair, but he was young, short, and chubby!  And Hispanic!  Wow!  It made me realize how white-bread my lovers have been.  It had never occurred to me to wonder about someone’s ethnic or racial background.  It didn’t matter – I would have been interested in any race – but it was another variable to consider.  I didn’t have a sexy response to the photo at all – he looked like a chocolate lab puppy I’d like to pat on the head!  But he had a great smile and was very cute.  So I thought of him as a friend.  
He pestered me for a photo or video chat, but I steadfastly refused, sure that my very short gray hair (still not grown out much from chemo) and curvy body were not going to entice him, and might kill his fantasies as his photo had mine.  And I never shared my face with anyone online except Philip.  
Ten days ago, Simon IM’d me to say that he was going to say something I probably didn’t want to here.  He said he was going to kill my fantasies by asking to have dinner on Valentine’s Day.  I was really excited to meet him!  I explained that it wasn’t my fantasies I was worried about but his, and that it would be great to see him.  He seemed very surprised and pleased, though worried that I wouldn’t be able to make it on the holiday. I assured I could celebrate earlier with Hubby.

We made plans slowly, focusing on little details day-by-day.  It turned out that his flight would get in late… dinner out was going to be tough.  So I volunteered to bring a picnic to his hotel room.  I know, I am an idiot, saying I’d go to the room of a strange man. But I had been talking to him for 2 months, and I checked with my friend, who said he is a shy, nice guy.  We were very clear that it would be fun to talk and if more developed, fine.  And if not, fine.  We joked about how it might be the only way either of us would get a hug on Valentine’s Day.  I had no expectation that he would want more. 

I planned the picnic, making lists of food to buy and what clothes to bring for any eventuality, fantasizing over the first few moments, and agonizing endlessly about whether he’d be attracted to me.  I think Philip wants me because he remembers what I looked like at age 14.  So many questions!  Would another man want me for other reasons?  And if he did, would I be attracted to him and want to do anything?  Would he tell me his real name?  Would it matter?  If not, could I be with someone I didn’t know?  Due to the nature of things online, very little personal info gets exchanged.  I wondered what sort of girl I am.  And what effect would it have on my relationship with Philip?  If I had some commitment from Philip, I wouldn’t need anything more.  But I don’t.   So many ifs!  

Clean teeth


Monday February 13
7:15am Phil
Good morning. Listening is important. Most people just need to tell someone. They are lucky to have you. Hope it’s a good day.
8:45am
Good morning! 22 sun, off to dentist cleaning. Yippee.  Have a marvelous Monday!



Blog Chain – Love

Hello Readers!

It’s time for a brief break from the Philip & Sassy Long Distance Romance Dance for the ninth round of Prowling With Kat‘s Blog Chain, a delightful monthly exercise in posting on the same topic with a bunch of sexy bloggers.  For February we are posting about “Love.

Gosh… another easy topic.  NOT!  Gulp.

I tried very hard not to fall in love with Philip again.  I was terrified to love him… worried it would give him too much power over me, scare him away, be a burden, doom me to heartbreak again or even ruin my life.  It’s not something you can choose.  It is.  We got messed up in high school not communicating, so I swore I would try to do better this time!

It took me seven months to say “the L word” to Philip, about five months after I figured out that I was indeed in love with him again after 37 years.  I wanted to say it the first time in person, or on the phone, but it happened on a very emotional day… and in a very modern way – a Facebook message!  Check out that sexy conversation:

http://samesassygirl.blogspot.com/2012/03/love-chat.html

Also read the other smoking hot entries of this month’s Blog Chain!  Marvel at bloggers taking off  different directions from the same starting point!  Leave comments!   Find new blogs to read!  Enjoy! 

If you missed the other monthly entries, pop over to the blog chain posts for 

Many thanks to Kat and Ryan from The Ashley Madison Adventures of a Regular Guy Gone Bad for their work making it happen every month!  Be sure to read their blogs, and all the chain participants!  You’ll be glad you did.  Consider adding them to your blog roll so you won’t miss a post.  

Happy Valentine’s Day!   Mwah!

-Sassy

Listening


Sunday February 12
10:27am
Good morning! 18 brrr.  Busy day of project meetings.  Hope your Sunday sails!
6:45pm Phil
How you doing? long week. Went out last night.  had some great food, sang karaoke. Went sightseeing today and now waiting for the Grammies.
10:04pm
Doing great!  Met w/my project staff for our next thing, in awe of all their doing! whee!  Then the monthly meeting – so many good ideas for new events.  Strange evening… pleas from 3 friends for help in their relationships… much emotion.  Hard to know what to say… listening it probably most important.  *sigh  Miss you. 



Bring him home

This video from “Britain’s Got Talent” in Wales in 2009 of Jamie Pugh singing “Bring Him Home” from “Les Miserables” touched me.

http://www.wimp.com/deliveryman/

Another one of those Susan Boyle moments where a pizza delivery man wows the crowd and the judges.  Enjoy!

“Bring him home”

(Valjean is standing over Marius at the barricade)
VALJEAN
God on high
Hear my prayer
In my need
You have always been there
He is young
He’s afraid
Let him rest
Heaven blessed.
Bring him home
Bring him home
Bring him home.
He’s like the son I might have known
If God had granted me a son.
The summers die
One by one
How soon they fly
On and on
And I am old
And will be gone.
Bring him peace
Bring him joy
He is young
He is only a boy
You can take
You can give
Let him be
Let him live
If I die, let me die
Let him live
Bring him home
Bring him home
Bring him home.