A new spark part 2 - Sex Stories

A new spark part 2

... gave up the moral high ground yesterday. We are on equal footing now and I have to say, it feels kind of good. “Sounds like fun. Buy anything nice?” I never asked, but I couldn’t resist. “Uhm,….” Gotcha. But she restores herself quickly. “Uhm,.. no, couldn’t find anything I liked.” “Well better luck next time.” “Hope so.” “Why not lock it down right now,” I think. “You can try again two weeks from now, I have a meeting out of town.” “Excellent! I tell Char,” she’s beaming while she says this. “Well I got to go. See you tonight.” “Have fun at the club.” Passing me on her way to the door, she gives me a kiss goodbye. Something she hasn’t done for a long time. When I’m sure she’s gone I get my backpack from the car and remove the dirty clothes. An item falls out I had forgotten about. A blue, frilly laced, pair of panties. My heart stops and the past day flashes before my eyes. I pick up the pair and unable to resist, put them to my nose and inhale. The sweet aroma of my new lover fills me up and strengthens my memories. I stand there in the laundry room for a minute or two just breathing her in. When the movie playing in my mind, gets to our goodbyes in the parking lot, I remove the garment from my nose and place it back into the pack. The pack goes into the car and the laundry is done with extra scented detergent. On my way to bed, all I can think of is Sandra. That becomes especially true, in the shower. The water is flowing over me and my hands extend outward, trying in ...

... vain to find her. Once in bed my friend makes a tent of the sheets. However he’s had so much release the last days, I’m not inclined to handle him. “Thinking of you.” I turn on ESPN after having sent this. Nothing better than a sport channel to get you, out of the mood. A few minutes into the day’s recap, my phone chimes in. “Me too. Can’t believe, we have to wait two whole weeks.” “Found your little gift, while doing laundry. I spend a few minutes just smelling you. Hope that’s not weird.” “I haven’t eaten anything yet, because I can still taste you.” “That’s kind of hot.” We chat for a few minutes however deciding not to make it to overtly sexual, because of our over sensitive love parts. After about ten minutes we sign off. I don’t notice Veronica coming home because the next sensation I have is the feeling of drool on my face. Upon inspection, I figure out that I must have really been out for the count last night, because I’ve drooled on my pillow. I sit up to find myself alone in bed. My mind wanders to Veronica sleeping with Brad. Still glad to find that doesn’t bother me. I get up to find Veronica working in the garden. I never got that about her. It’s a hobby she picked up, a couple of years ago. To her credit, she has transformed the garden, from a bunch of tiles and rocks to the garden of Eve, apple tree and all. Because neither of us can just sit in a corner, texting like smitten teenagers, conversation between Sandra and me, is painfully slow and due to the pace, ...