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He is nervous today. So am I. She is starting to have suspicions and he is a wreck. Last night, she updated his phone for him. He had left it on the charger and she picked it up when he was out of the room. Luckily, he is smart enough to delete all of our correspondence before he gets home. It is obvious she was snooping. Updating his phone for him seemed like a kind gesture, but we both knew better. She was hoping that he wouldn’t notice all of the new privacy settings, or at least I assume that was her motive. I logged in to his Apple and iCloud accounts to check and see if she had been using the same login to receive his text messages. We changed his passwords and I assured him that the settings were changed so that she would be unable to access his information. I told him that he needs a burner phone to keep at the office so that he could use it to text me during the workday. However, I would end up missing out on evening messages. I already feel so alone in the evenings without him. I check my phone constantly, hoping for a simple, "Hey," or "I love you." Evening texts are all but extinct anyways. Disappointment occurs on a daily basis. He is the reason I cry.
He said that he wouldn’t be good company this evening, but I wanted to see him anyways. Once he texted that the coast was clear, I headed through the rain and to his office. The cleaning cart was in the hallway, but she didn’t see me this time, although I think she has a couple of times before. When I walk in, his smile is the first thing that I notice. I love his smile and the fact that he only flashes a real one when he is looking at me. Adoration beams from his eyes every time I walk into his waiting room. I never question that he loves me.
We walked into our "hide-out." It is a secret room in his office that consists of some basic furniture: a foldout couch, TV, TV stand, and a recliner. The bed wasn’t pulled out. He didn’t expect that we would be sexually intimate today. He was so nervous, who could blame him. He sat down and gestured for me to join him. I did my best to comfort and reassure him, I can’t stand to see him stressed. She told him last night that she knew he had a girlfriend, didn’t know who the girlfriend was, but had friends that would find out and tell her. He had encouraged her to visit her sick friend in Chicago and she told him it was just a way for him to spend more time with his girlfriend and that he better not bring her to their house. My heart sank. For the first time since we started seeing each other, I was actually nervous. I listened to his concerns while curled up in his lap and start kissing his neck, chin, and then cheeks. Our lips and tongues met, gently twirling around each other as he cupped my face in his hands. His touch makes me melt and we were soon taking off our clothes and throwing them in a pile on the floor. His body on top of mine, he took me. He penetrates me slowly, letting every inch of him sink in, savoring the moment. I love the way he feels. My body quivers in response to his motions. Soon we are both moaning and he brings me to orgasm. I can feel my body pulsating around him and just as soon as the feeling dies down, it comes back again. He cums with me and inside me on the third orgasm and then we both lie in each others arms, panting, sweating, and in ecstasy. We will save our worries for another day.
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