Thanks for the show......
It was a large picture window. The bright morning sun shone invitingly through it. There were no houses across as it overlooked the ravine. For a city house, it had a quiet privacy. One of the peaceful blessings in his otherwise hectic world.
Fresh from the shower, he settled onto the sun warmed sofa with coffee. Still in a towel with an unbuttoned shirt, he opened his laptop. As always, he brought up TSN first to see the hockey highlights. Clicking on the Oilers game he was shocked as it started. The scene started with a close in crowd shot of 2 women watching warm up. It was her!
Could it be? It was only 1 night, 20+ years, & a different province ago. They’d “crossed paths” as guests at different weddings in the same hotel. A classic tipsy foyer meeting on the way to the bathroom. The memories came back in a flood. Giggling, he paused the video and stared. It had to be her! Even if it wasn’t, it was too late.
Closing his eyes, feeling the warm sun on his face, breathing deeply…. He was instantly back there. It came back like snap shots to all his senses. Her perfume ‘Beautiful’ by Estée Lauder, her moans as their tongues danced while kissing in the elevator, how they’d furiously undressed the second they were in his room…….. the towel was open. His hard cock was in his hands. Squeezing, teasing, touching….hearing her voice as she’d whispered “yes yes” over & over again as he’d feasted on her in 69. The desire & passion from that long ago night washed over him again….stroking now, lost & so free… he felt her as she’d lowered herself onto him, riding him so perfectly……he exploded …… stream after stream of hot cum all over his stomach, chest, & hands.
Frozen, eyes still closed, sun & cum covered, tingling all over, he very slowly slid back to reality. How much time had passed? How long had he been lost in this memory? It didn’t matter. Slowly, he opened his eyes. Laughing upon seeing himself, “Wow! Memory is a powerful thing!” He had to shower again but it’d been such a surprise & so pleasing to get lost in the past. Now dressed & ready for the day, he checked for mail before he left. In the mailbox was a note, clearly in a woman’s handwriting.
“Thank you for the very lovely show this morning! Betcha didn’t know ya had an audience! Close the blinds next time…..or don’t and I’ll come help mmmmmmm……”
Blushing & smiling, he stuck the note on his fridge…..something to think about later.
Fresh from the shower, he settled onto the sun warmed sofa with coffee. Still in a towel with an unbuttoned shirt, he opened his laptop. As always, he brought up TSN first to see the hockey highlights. Clicking on the Oilers game he was shocked as it started. The scene started with a close in crowd shot of 2 women watching warm up. It was her!
Could it be? It was only 1 night, 20+ years, & a different province ago. They’d “crossed paths” as guests at different weddings in the same hotel. A classic tipsy foyer meeting on the way to the bathroom. The memories came back in a flood. Giggling, he paused the video and stared. It had to be her! Even if it wasn’t, it was too late.
Closing his eyes, feeling the warm sun on his face, breathing deeply…. He was instantly back there. It came back like snap shots to all his senses. Her perfume ‘Beautiful’ by Estée Lauder, her moans as their tongues danced while kissing in the elevator, how they’d furiously undressed the second they were in his room…….. the towel was open. His hard cock was in his hands. Squeezing, teasing, touching….hearing her voice as she’d whispered “yes yes” over & over again as he’d feasted on her in 69. The desire & passion from that long ago night washed over him again….stroking now, lost & so free… he felt her as she’d lowered herself onto him, riding him so perfectly……he exploded …… stream after stream of hot cum all over his stomach, chest, & hands.
Frozen, eyes still closed, sun & cum covered, tingling all over, he very slowly slid back to reality. How much time had passed? How long had he been lost in this memory? It didn’t matter. Slowly, he opened his eyes. Laughing upon seeing himself, “Wow! Memory is a powerful thing!” He had to shower again but it’d been such a surprise & so pleasing to get lost in the past. Now dressed & ready for the day, he checked for mail before he left. In the mailbox was a note, clearly in a woman’s handwriting.
“Thank you for the very lovely show this morning! Betcha didn’t know ya had an audience! Close the blinds next time…..or don’t and I’ll come help mmmmmmm……”
Blushing & smiling, he stuck the note on his fridge…..something to think about later.
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