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I Took A Drive

For being my birthday week, this one was nothing but a disappointment. Things delayed every project out of my control, yet I felt responsible and overwhelmed. I tried talking to my husband about how it affected me, but we returned to “You’re too emotional.” I was seeing red so severely on Wednesday night I left the house in a huff and drove down to the mall to think. I needed to talk to someone who could relate emotionally and not write me off. I tried contacting a couple of different gents I had met online. We had shared stories before. They could relate. Nobody was online or answered their numbers, so I went home and tried to reset it for another day.

Thursday passed without incident. Friday was another story. I was to celebrate my birthday that night with my girlfriends, but they bailed. My hubby, forgetting it was my birthday, made out-of-town plans with friends, and true to form, the boss had a last-minute crisis. Saving grace was a call I had just received from an online friend who had just finished a round of golf for the second day in a row. He complained that his back was not handling it well and needed attention.

Now, it’s been quite a bit of time since nursing school, but massage skills are core fundamentals, so I offered my services. Since I now had a clear social calendar, I said I’d drive over after work. He reminded me he only accepts a naked massage, and I remarked, “Sounds good.”

Being the Friday of a holiday weekend, the freeway was packed ...

... and slow going, so it took twice as long as usual to travel, and the sun was already below the horizon by the time I pulled up the drive. I had never been to this location, but the GPS was accurate.

I walked into the courtyard, and only one door had a porch light on, so I had to assume that was the right one. My hand didn’t reach the bell, and the door opened. ”Hi. You made it.” His voice, I hadn’t heard his voice in months. I was surprisingly not nervous, hugged him at the door, and followed him into the condo. He offered me a drink, and we talked about the traffic-laden drive. I turned off my phone, took off my heels, and took his hand as he escorted me down the hall.

When I reached his bedroom, he sat along the side of the bed and pulled me in against the warmth of his body, his head upturned and locked in with my eyes. His hands began to familiarize themselves with the curves of my body as I stroked his face and neck adoringly. The softness of his facial hair along my neck as I placed kisses along his had me wanting him to explore my body, flesh on flesh.

He told me he has one rule: I have to take what I want. I could work with that! I asked if he had any kinks or limits. He needed touch, but no biting or pain. We shared desires in the eroticism of nipple play. I removed my shirt and his. He undid the gold clasp on the front of my black plunge bra and released my breast into his broad hands. He gently rolled the nipples and asked, “Are these connected to your ...