Page 35 of To Feel Like This Again
“Do you need to get permission from work?” I ask mockingly.
“No, I’m the boss,” she declares, smiling and pointing to herself.
“No, I’m the boss,” I correct her, rubbing my hand on her inner thigh and moving upwards... she is moist.Bumboclaat. I unfasten her seatbelt. “Come here,” I instruct, and she climbs over and straddles me.
Looking hungrily into her eyes, I yank down her pants… and she rides me, while customers drive in and out of the parking lot.
“I’ll drive,” I tell her, climbing over to the driver’s side.
“Yes, sir.”
As we exit the parking lot, I point to my unzipped jeans, “Don’t be shy.”
And she is not shy at all. As she pulls it out and puts it into her mouth, I drive at 25 miles per hour to our cabin. Feeling on top of the world, I can’t help but smile when I see the police car that’s driving in the opposite direction.
“Is it weird that I’ve fantasized about doing that? Do you think I’m a freak or something?” she asks shyly, cleaning up herself as we turn into the cabin’s driveway (if you want to call it that), out in the middle of nowhere, literally.
“No, we all have our fantasies,” I assure her as I put the vehicle in park. “You’ve only been with one person all your life… and, quite frankly, never been able to express yourself sexually, but what you’re feeling is natural.” Taking her hand in mine, I look deep into her eyes, “You’re amazing in bed and it’s great to be a freak with the right person,” I say, before gently kissing her hand.
“Do you think I’m weird for jerking off to a smoking hot chick in a purple dress on TV? Do you think I’m some find of freak or something?” That got her laughing uncontrollably.
“Yes, you’re a freak,” she answers, squeezing my cheek. “What are your fantasies?” she asks, turning in the seat to face me.
“Um, well, I’ve always wanted to have sex on a beach, and I did it for the first time with you,” I gently kiss her hand again. “Thanks for that,” I wink.
“Let’s check out the cabin and finish our fantasy talk inside,” I suggest as I open the BMW’s door. She simultaneously hops out on the other side.
“That night on the beach was unforgettable,” she reminisces as we walk towards the cabin. Then sheepishly, “Hey, um, can I ask you something a little strange?” curling the tip of her hair as she speaks. “Well, very strange, actually,” she goes on as I turn the key in the front door and push it open.
“Sure, what’s up?” I find it intriguing to see this side of her, all nervous and shy, a far cry from the woman who dominates in the corporate world.
“I know you went out of your way to rent this cabin, and it’s gorgeous.” She pauses, looking around inside. “Wow, it’s beautiful in here. But, um, I am wondering… Is it okay if we just lie around in bed and watch a movie? I know it sounds silly. But it’s — ”
“I’d love to watch a movie with you.” I cut her off mid-sentence and throw my arm around her before pulling her into a hug and kissing her forehead. “As long as it’s not a scary movie, since we’re out here kind of in the middle of nowhere,” I joke.
“Definitely not,” and resting her cheek on my shoulder, “I was thinking more along the lines of romance. Are you okay with that?”
“Of course, babe. I’d love that.” And the weird thing is… I really mean it.
“How aboutOur Last Day Together?” she asks tentatively, heading to the bathroom to freshen up. “You can check it out on Google to see if it’s something you’d be interested in seeing.” She suggests while turning on the faucet.
“As long as the guy gets to kiss the girl, then it’s a go for me. And based on that poster, I’m 100% sure he’ll kiss her,” I laugh, playfully throwing my shirt at her.
We get undressed and jump into bed.
Lying around in bed for rest of the afternoon we cuddle while watching the romantic movie. And when she yelled dramatically at the characters on the screen, I kissed her shoulder, tightening my hold during the emotional scenes and randomly kissing her cheek for no reason at all.This was different.
“Thanks, babe,” she says, shuffling between my arms to give me a peck on the lips. “This is really nice. I’ve always wanted to do something like this.”
Rubbing her shoulder, I echo the sentiment, “Yes, thisisreally nice.” In some ways, it is better than sex. Though I’d never admit that to her or to anyone.
“It’s getting late Nick. We should get going,” she reminds me, her head still resting on my chest which makes it all the more difficult to get out of the bed. It’s like when you’ve finally fallen into a deep sleep after a long night of tossing and turning, only to be forcibly awakened by the sound of the alarm… then have to rush to get ready for work to beat the traffic.
“Yeah, time to hit the road,” I agree, mustering all the strength to push aside the sheets and get up. Lisa is already up and dressing.
I head to the bathroom, take a quick shower and change into a slim-fitted dress shirt, skinny jeans and loafers. I decide to change at the cabin to maximize the amount of time I get to spend with Lisa, instead of having to go back to my cousin’s house to get ready.
“Wow. You look really handsome,” she gushes as I enter the living room spraying on cologne. And although she masks it well, you can tell she wishes that we were going out on a date together.Maybe I should have changed by my cousin.
