The Long Highway Pt. 33 - Sex Stories

The Long Highway Pt. 33

... business?" he asked him.

"Because you're hitting on my wife."

"I didn't know." He wasn't apologizing or backing down, saw no need, just stating a fact. He was that proud type and sure of his ground then.

"Right in front of me," Mitchell said.

"How was I supposed to know?" The man laughed, again not averting his eyes from Mitchell, even suggesting by his direct look that there might be something wrong with a marriage in which the connection isn't visible at a party like that. He had a tight way of laughing. His mouth didn't open much. His mouth was small. The kind of person you imagine eating with his eyes rather than his mouth. Maybe. Lol.

"Anyway, it doesn't matter," Mitchell said. "The point is she said she's not interested. You're being obnoxious. She's too polite to tell you."

Mitchell told me later I looked amused by the exchange.

Actually, that guest wasn't a bad person, I think. Tall, not very but slim so he looked taller than his height. Also there was his posture. Like a board. Dark hair. Thirty-one. Ex-soldier but open to all things, he said. He wasn't prejudiced against me because I'm not American, he joked. His military background explained his erect bearing, I think.

I wasn't necessarily drawn to his face but at least found it interesting. Long and serious (like Lincoln's!), a bony face without much color like he hadn't gotten enough sun- he was Irish, he said; that explained the freckles, which were only palely visible- a serious face ...

... that humor sometimes broke through, the kind of humor that seemed slightly cynical, from someone a little sad, also proud, as I'd noticed.

He's the kind of person I can fall for, both vulnerable and strong. Through his vulnerability, which he can't hide, you can see his core of strength, his real strength, the kind of man I both want to comfort and find attractive- needless to say, those feelings weren't serious. We'd just met and wouldn't again. I can fall for didn't mean I would.

Later we met friends of mine and in our living room we talked about bras (that came up because of the picture of me; of course I didn't talk about it or about you). Mitchell looked embarrassed by the talk about bras because he'd told me that after my friends left he wanted to photograph me in one and without one; he'd start with his hand at my pussy.

Also we talked more about war, taking off from the drama Mitchell and I saw. The subject frightened everyone. Even just in conversation we could feel how terrible it was.

I remembered the man at the college was an ex-soldier and wondered what he'd seen and done that gave him his dark sense of humor.

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I had a funny and scary dream last night after sending you my message. You were an old friend of both Mitchell and me and I was talking about you and Mitchell said it was too bad that you didn't live closer so we could see you more often. I said I too would like to see you again.

And a friend of mine (not Hiroko) who listened to the ...