I really did have the most wonderful time, the time went too quickly and now I'm left feeling empty and sad that yet again there's nothing left for me to count down and look forward to.
He came and met me on the chilly Friday evening as I got off the train, I saw his cute lil car pull in and he came towards me, we hugged and I breathed him in. We chatted about our days, his always seems more important and interesting than mine, with his work he's actually doing something that's making a difference. My current occupation seem so insignificant in comparison, though he doesn't make me feel like it is. But I do!
We get to his, so familiar, cosy and homely. I dump my stuff, we chat a bit, I produce a silly little game that's a fond favourite with my family and we have a couple of drinks while we play. I realise I'm excited and a bit nervous and in need of a bit of alcohol to calm me down a bit. We then play 'shut the box' with our own made up rules, where we rolled to see where we'd kiss and suck until we couldn't handle it anymore and didnt need the dice to decide from that point on. I made the effort with special underwear which he semed to appreciate, we made up for lost time until the small hours...it was so good.
He is tender, but shy, and in public we don't seem to know to be around each other. But under his warm duvet we cuddle, touch, smooch like its the most natural thing in the world.
This weekend we decided to wing it, see what would happen. We get sweet pastries for breakfast with coffee, watch a bit of comedy more suitible for evening viewing. We have showers and get ready for the day, buy bread for lunch and go to the seafront to eat icecream and see the sea and the families moan and groan, the elder folk enjoying prawns on their lil scooters.
We venture back and spend the evening playing console games, laughing and being silly as we go. In the evening we go to Canterbury for dinner, I drink a bit of wine and we talk lots about careers and travelling (him more than me!)
We head home and on the way in the car he tells me how he's had a lovely day, how he doesn't feel any pressure to entertain me or anything and enjoys how we can just do whatever we feel like and have a really good time. I agree whole heartedly, and we talk about how easy it feels to go with the flow and how nice it is.
The next day we wake up late, play more games, eat lots more food and before we know it its evening and we go to the cinema. We watch Phillip semor hoffmans last film the complicated storyline unfold as we held hands and ate m&ms (both varieties!) and all I could think about was touching your smooth skin and just always wanting to be with him. His arms are sculpted, his hands are just so beautiful and so smooth, I could look at them alone for hours.
It finishes and we walk back to the car, he takes my hand on the short journey but it's so lovely I almost don't want to get in the car! Feels so nice to have him next to me.
As we drive back we listen to soft music through the woodland, I feel so safe and calm, he's a good driver, it feels so natural to just be with him in his lil world. I couldn't help but feel sad that it was our last day of the short weekend, and then he holds my hand as he drives. I smile fondly.
We get back to his, he tells me not to be long, and we slip under the covers and kiss, touch and explore once more. He admits that he's spent a lot of the day thinking about having sex with me. Although I feel like it was an unusual thing to say, im glad he did because I had felt the same. It's difficult to know what's going on in his mind, maybe he feels uncomfortable or awkward, doesn't know what to say to me. But at moments like this I realise that maybe that's not the case.
We have amazing, passionate sex, he looks amazing and he just knows exactly what he's doing.
I didn't want to sleep, I just wanted to kiss and talk all night but it wasn't long until we both drifted into dreams. He held me close and I smelled his hair.
The morning went quickly, made me coffee, he's lovely fluffy bath robe and we woke up slowly. He then dropped me at the station.
There was just so much I wanted to ask. So many questions, so much I wanted to learn about him. I was fighting the urge to say 'when are you free next' because for some reason I don't want to look like an idiot around him. I told myself on the way to leave it to him to suggest when this time, and I hope im strong.
'Can we do this again soon?' I grin 'yes, we'll have to really soon. I'll see about getting some time off next week' he grins, and his wonderful blue with hints of yellow eyes stare into mine. He then had to to go work as I too had to make way to my platform. I really, really hope we do see each other again soon...
I just wish I could stay in Herne Bay forever. With him I just feel like I'll be happy doing anything, I could work in a lil shop somewhere, learn to drive so I could maybe find work futher out if need be. I just couldn't help but think of Christmas time, how I just want to be with him so much...
I'm getting ahead of myself. Sigh.
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