I like to plan. It's good to have things planned ahead so that you can prepare for them. The party that you buy a new tux for, the picnic you buy a ton of food for....
So when Mel sends a text to say her daughter may be pregnant and the picnic - and her girls night out - is cancelled, I gently suggested that her daughter was a big girl and should take responsibility for these things herself. Okay, the weekend is back on again. Then last night she tells me she's not feeling well and the girls night out is off again, although we are still on for Sunday.
Then, an hour ago - and four hours after I stocked the fridge with provisions - she doesn't feel like going out for the picnic tomorrow.
I wish the woman would make up her mind.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Phone calls
I got two interesting phone calls on Thursday.
The first was my father-in-law (can I still refer to him as that, if we are separated?). He had just that day found out where his daughter was being held, and only because I had emailed the address to his ex-wife, Mary's mother. He asked me a lot of questions, some very personal, but I answered them as honestly as I could. He was very angry with Mary for what she did, but even more so for not telling him or contacting him sooner. He was even more angry with N for not returning his phone calls over the last three weeks. I can't blame him.
The second was later that evening, when Mary phoned to talk to G. We were just having dinner, and he put his down to talk to her. After a while, he said she wanted to talk to me and handed the phone over. Not much has changed in her attitude, but I think she may be softening a little.
Interestingly, she said that N has another letter for me. I asked why she is giving him letters for me. She said that she was "covering her back" but couldn't explain any further. Her paranoia is now getting ridiculous. She needs help. At least we are able to discuss the house sale and related issues like adults.
The first was my father-in-law (can I still refer to him as that, if we are separated?). He had just that day found out where his daughter was being held, and only because I had emailed the address to his ex-wife, Mary's mother. He asked me a lot of questions, some very personal, but I answered them as honestly as I could. He was very angry with Mary for what she did, but even more so for not telling him or contacting him sooner. He was even more angry with N for not returning his phone calls over the last three weeks. I can't blame him.
The second was later that evening, when Mary phoned to talk to G. We were just having dinner, and he put his down to talk to her. After a while, he said she wanted to talk to me and handed the phone over. Not much has changed in her attitude, but I think she may be softening a little.
Interestingly, she said that N has another letter for me. I asked why she is giving him letters for me. She said that she was "covering her back" but couldn't explain any further. Her paranoia is now getting ridiculous. She needs help. At least we are able to discuss the house sale and related issues like adults.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Bringing my son back
Relationships evolve over time; there is nothing we can do to change that. My relationship with my son is no exception. When his mother left me, he went to live with her for practical reasons more than anything else. Now that she is not around and he is staying with me, our day-to-day interaction is changing every day.
I don't know if he apportioned blame in any particular direction when Mary and I split up, and I haven't wanted to put him on the spot by asking him. Between Mary and N, however, they have done a good job of acquiring a significant slice of his loyalty. The incident a week ago when N asked him (on his mother's behalf) to get hold of Mel's address "without anyone knowing", and he agreed, was a good example and it left a sour taste in my mouth. He was effectively asked to choose between his father and his mum's new boyfriend, and he didn't choose his father. That hurt!
But in the last week or so, he has started to show more affection for me. He is no longer quiet and withdrawn, as he was when his mother was first sent down. He has started to give me spontaneous hugs, which he hasn't done for ages. We talk more, we laugh more, we share more.
There was a brief moment when I resented her for 'dumping' him on me (by being convicted), but now I know that it was also a blessing for me personally. I am getting to spend some time with my son that I would not otherwise have done.
Never underestimate the love of a father for his only son.
I don't know if he apportioned blame in any particular direction when Mary and I split up, and I haven't wanted to put him on the spot by asking him. Between Mary and N, however, they have done a good job of acquiring a significant slice of his loyalty. The incident a week ago when N asked him (on his mother's behalf) to get hold of Mel's address "without anyone knowing", and he agreed, was a good example and it left a sour taste in my mouth. He was effectively asked to choose between his father and his mum's new boyfriend, and he didn't choose his father. That hurt!
But in the last week or so, he has started to show more affection for me. He is no longer quiet and withdrawn, as he was when his mother was first sent down. He has started to give me spontaneous hugs, which he hasn't done for ages. We talk more, we laugh more, we share more.
There was a brief moment when I resented her for 'dumping' him on me (by being convicted), but now I know that it was also a blessing for me personally. I am getting to spend some time with my son that I would not otherwise have done.
Never underestimate the love of a father for his only son.
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Overnight
Abstinence makes the cock grow harder. And the pussy wetter. Mel and I were both gagging for it after nearly a week apart and we had planned Friday evening for a while.
As instructed, Mel sent me a text message when she left home. I replied: "Door is open. Knock and enter".
When she arrived I was in bed, naked. She kicked off her shoes, pushed her slacks and her black lace panties over her hips, and crawled into bed beside me. We kissed passionately and my hands roamed across her body. She smelled good, and I buried my face in her neck, her shoulder, her hair. I kissed my way down her body, arriving eventually at the juncture of her thighs, which spread themselves wide apart. She has such a beautiful pussy.
After the soft gasps and gently bucking hips that signalled a multiple orgasm had subsided, I kissed my way back up her body and, after rolling on a condom, entered her while kneeling between her legs. My ardour could not be controlled and it was not long before I filled the rubber with warm white fluid.
Afterwards, showered and dressed, we got ready to go to dinner.
I wanted Mel and I to have our own special place. You know, a restaurant that we have only been to together, that has no lingering memories of someone else. And I found it. A delightful place in a small village twenty minutes away. We had a wonderful 3-course dinner with a really good Rioja, during which we chatted easily about family, friends, jobs, you name it. Any dinner during which you don't move from your seat for three hours must be good. It was a perfect evening.
We got back to my place some time after eleven, and, like an old married couple brushed our teeth together naked. We climbed into bed, but I couldn't sleep. My heart was racing with the effects of the alcohol and coffee, and the room seemed way too hot. I was sweating and the unfamiliar presence of another body in the bed didn't make it any cooler. Still, I slept for a few fitful hours some time after 2 a.m. It was our first entire night together - only 13 days after first meeting.
We were both awakened by the alarm on her mobile phone. When she had switched it off, and got back into bed, I played my hands over her soft, smooth thighs until her legs parted and I used my fingers to get her off. Another condom went in the dustbin, and we lay back down together to relax and watch the room get ever-brighter as the sun rose higher. I brought her tea in bed, and we stayed there until almost 9. We showered separately, got dressed and when she left, I was alone.
G has gone to visit his mother again today, and I am missing him.
As instructed, Mel sent me a text message when she left home. I replied: "Door is open. Knock and enter".
When she arrived I was in bed, naked. She kicked off her shoes, pushed her slacks and her black lace panties over her hips, and crawled into bed beside me. We kissed passionately and my hands roamed across her body. She smelled good, and I buried my face in her neck, her shoulder, her hair. I kissed my way down her body, arriving eventually at the juncture of her thighs, which spread themselves wide apart. She has such a beautiful pussy.
After the soft gasps and gently bucking hips that signalled a multiple orgasm had subsided, I kissed my way back up her body and, after rolling on a condom, entered her while kneeling between her legs. My ardour could not be controlled and it was not long before I filled the rubber with warm white fluid.
Afterwards, showered and dressed, we got ready to go to dinner.
I wanted Mel and I to have our own special place. You know, a restaurant that we have only been to together, that has no lingering memories of someone else. And I found it. A delightful place in a small village twenty minutes away. We had a wonderful 3-course dinner with a really good Rioja, during which we chatted easily about family, friends, jobs, you name it. Any dinner during which you don't move from your seat for three hours must be good. It was a perfect evening.
We got back to my place some time after eleven, and, like an old married couple brushed our teeth together naked. We climbed into bed, but I couldn't sleep. My heart was racing with the effects of the alcohol and coffee, and the room seemed way too hot. I was sweating and the unfamiliar presence of another body in the bed didn't make it any cooler. Still, I slept for a few fitful hours some time after 2 a.m. It was our first entire night together - only 13 days after first meeting.
We were both awakened by the alarm on her mobile phone. When she had switched it off, and got back into bed, I played my hands over her soft, smooth thighs until her legs parted and I used my fingers to get her off. Another condom went in the dustbin, and we lay back down together to relax and watch the room get ever-brighter as the sun rose higher. I brought her tea in bed, and we stayed there until almost 9. We showered separately, got dressed and when she left, I was alone.
G has gone to visit his mother again today, and I am missing him.
War and Peace
After a week apart, Mel and I were missing each other badly. Our text messages said as much, and so did our emails. So on Thursday I left work early, and took a detour on the way home, to the hospital where she works. The look on her face when I appeared at her office door was priceless. I watched as she finished her work for the day, packed up and left. I walked her the couple of blocks to my car, and she drove me back to the main car park where mine waited a pay-and-display sticker on the dashboard.
We talked for an hour before I left her car and drove mine the rest of the way home. We had much to discuss. Last weekend, N asked G, my 11-year old son, to give him Mel's address and not to tell anyone about it. I was angry that Mel was going to get mixed up in the ongoing and ever-more nasty war between me and Mary. I was angrier still that G was being asked to compromise his relationship with Mel and with me for the sake of continuing that little war. I slept little when I found out last Sunday night.
Friday started out badly at work, and then got worse after N finally returned my phone call. I asked him why he wanted Mel's address, he told me Mary wanted it, I asked why, he said he didn't know. Bull! I told him to back off and threatened "actions which might also hurt G". He said that Mary would then not sell the papers for the house sale, and said he'd already asked the police to look into the fact that I had opened her mail after she got locked up. For Chrissakes, what the hell else was I supposed to do? There were so many letters demanding payment, and she was not around to deal with them; who else was going to? Now, I give them all to him.
Then he mentioned that she has already taken steps to absolve herself of responsibility for her half of our shared debt. Can she do that? What happens to it then? Does it become my responsibility? If so, I can't pay it all from my share of the house.
I am becoming increasingly bewildered at the extent of Mary's apparent hatred of me, and the lengths she will go to hurt me.
I have just finished writing her a letter, in which I have apologised for the tense atmosphere at last week's visit, and urged her to be reasonable; not to drag G into our battles, and to respect my relationship with Mel. I hope she sees reason, and we can declare a truce.
We talked for an hour before I left her car and drove mine the rest of the way home. We had much to discuss. Last weekend, N asked G, my 11-year old son, to give him Mel's address and not to tell anyone about it. I was angry that Mel was going to get mixed up in the ongoing and ever-more nasty war between me and Mary. I was angrier still that G was being asked to compromise his relationship with Mel and with me for the sake of continuing that little war. I slept little when I found out last Sunday night.
Friday started out badly at work, and then got worse after N finally returned my phone call. I asked him why he wanted Mel's address, he told me Mary wanted it, I asked why, he said he didn't know. Bull! I told him to back off and threatened "actions which might also hurt G". He said that Mary would then not sell the papers for the house sale, and said he'd already asked the police to look into the fact that I had opened her mail after she got locked up. For Chrissakes, what the hell else was I supposed to do? There were so many letters demanding payment, and she was not around to deal with them; who else was going to? Now, I give them all to him.
Then he mentioned that she has already taken steps to absolve herself of responsibility for her half of our shared debt. Can she do that? What happens to it then? Does it become my responsibility? If so, I can't pay it all from my share of the house.
I am becoming increasingly bewildered at the extent of Mary's apparent hatred of me, and the lengths she will go to hurt me.
I have just finished writing her a letter, in which I have apologised for the tense atmosphere at last week's visit, and urged her to be reasonable; not to drag G into our battles, and to respect my relationship with Mel. I hope she sees reason, and we can declare a truce.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
On the throne
Mel phoned me last night. That, in itself, is a little unusual, she prefers text messaging. But it was where she was when she called that was the most interesting. She was in a pub with a friend. In the ladies. In a stall, on the throne, having a pee.
She had, she said, only had two drinks, but she repeated "I really miss you big time" often enough for me to realise that the alcohol was contributing to the conversation. That conclusion was reinforced when she even invited G and I to sleep at her place tonight, an offer she has rescinded this morning.
She had, she said, only had two drinks, but she repeated "I really miss you big time" often enough for me to realise that the alcohol was contributing to the conversation. That conclusion was reinforced when she even invited G and I to sleep at her place tonight, an offer she has rescinded this morning.
Monday, April 09, 2007
Sunday
After a fruitless afternoon of shopping (who goes shopping on Easter Sunday anyway?), we took the kids back to Mel's place, then she suggested the two of us go out for a drink. Of course, she didn't mean a drink, and we drove straight to my place.
I poured us each a glass of wine, finishing the bottle we'd opened earlier in the week. We sat on opposite ends of the sofa, stroking each others calves. We talked of old relationships, of parents, children, friends and friendship. Of love and sex, betrayal and pain. Time passed all too swiftly, and it was only when the light began to fade that we realised how long we had been there. The kids had not been fed and we had spent the last two or three hours just talking.
"Want to go upstairs quickly?" I asked. She was getting to her feet before I'd finished the question.
We undressed hurriedly and lay on the bed, embracing urgently. She took a second to show me where she had completely shaved her pubic hair in preparation for our cancelled Saturday night tryst at a nice hotel. It looked so inviting that it would have been rude not to take a closer look.
As she lay on her back I let my tongue pretend that her shaven pudenda was a delicious ice cream and I took great delight in finding out exactly what she likes most. After her orgasm, she pulled me up to her, and she tasted her own juices on my lips. I grabbed the nearby condom and slid effortlessly inside her. We changed positions a few times and I discovered that having her on top does nothing for me. But there are other positions that more than make up for it, and we each experienced a wonderful orgasm.
Breathing heavily and glowing with perspiration, we dressed again almost as quickly as we'd undressed and went to go and feed our kids. We took them all to a local pub/restaurant, and sat in a big booth. The conversation flowed freely despite the different generations. G was the youngest at 11, B 17, K 19, Mel and I... well... in our forties. Mel and her daughter K seemed to be really interested in G, and asked him about his school, and what his hopes and plans were. They suggested a few good schools and some nice areas to live that weren't too far away from where they lived now.
By the time we left the restaurant, there was only one other table occupied. G and I got home around midnight, and we both slept very well.
I poured us each a glass of wine, finishing the bottle we'd opened earlier in the week. We sat on opposite ends of the sofa, stroking each others calves. We talked of old relationships, of parents, children, friends and friendship. Of love and sex, betrayal and pain. Time passed all too swiftly, and it was only when the light began to fade that we realised how long we had been there. The kids had not been fed and we had spent the last two or three hours just talking.
"Want to go upstairs quickly?" I asked. She was getting to her feet before I'd finished the question.
We undressed hurriedly and lay on the bed, embracing urgently. She took a second to show me where she had completely shaved her pubic hair in preparation for our cancelled Saturday night tryst at a nice hotel. It looked so inviting that it would have been rude not to take a closer look.
As she lay on her back I let my tongue pretend that her shaven pudenda was a delicious ice cream and I took great delight in finding out exactly what she likes most. After her orgasm, she pulled me up to her, and she tasted her own juices on my lips. I grabbed the nearby condom and slid effortlessly inside her. We changed positions a few times and I discovered that having her on top does nothing for me. But there are other positions that more than make up for it, and we each experienced a wonderful orgasm.
Breathing heavily and glowing with perspiration, we dressed again almost as quickly as we'd undressed and went to go and feed our kids. We took them all to a local pub/restaurant, and sat in a big booth. The conversation flowed freely despite the different generations. G was the youngest at 11, B 17, K 19, Mel and I... well... in our forties. Mel and her daughter K seemed to be really interested in G, and asked him about his school, and what his hopes and plans were. They suggested a few good schools and some nice areas to live that weren't too far away from where they lived now.
By the time we left the restaurant, there was only one other table occupied. G and I got home around midnight, and we both slept very well.
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Prison visit
Yesterday, for the first time in my life, I saw a real prison. Well, it's not so much a prison as a summer camp with a large fence around it.
As N, G and I walked into the visitor's lounge - a large single room with 20-odd little coffee tables and chairs, Mary was seated at the far end wearing a fetching pink tee-shirt, her own black jeans and ankle-length black boots. She looked like she was on a date. And she acted that way too when N walked up to her, gave her a hug and a brief kiss. She hugged her son fondly too, and turned half-away from me as I hugged her too. Not an auspicious welcome.
But she was positively radiant. She was cheerful, flirtatious. Genuinely happy. I can't remember the last time I saw her in that mood, and I certainly didn't expect to see her like that while inside. For a few minutes, she talked almost exclusively with N, catching up on the goings-on at home, and with G and what he was up to. Then, noticing that I wasn't talking, G said,
"Daddy, you're very quiet."
I asked her the first thing that came to mind. "Why?"
She gave me the same answer she apparently gave everyone else: "I don't know. It was a mistake, a one-off, and it will never happen again." A one-off!? Pull the other one.
She still blames me for giving the story to the press (which I didn't), for alienating most of her friends (again, she did that), and for trying to use G as a weapon against her. She is paranoid. And worst of all, I don't believe that she fully understands the impact of what she has done on those around her, nor will she until she gets out and tries to pick up her life where she left off. At that time, she may find that she has few or no friends, no-one will trust her, she has no assets, no money and no prospects.
On the way home, I asked G if he intended to go back and live with him mother when she is released, probably at the end of July. He confirmed that he would. Whether that is the best thing for him then, only time will tell, but I intend to at least make him think about living with me as a viable alternative. And Mel seems to be prepared to live with the two of us as well.
We'll see in three and a half months.
As N, G and I walked into the visitor's lounge - a large single room with 20-odd little coffee tables and chairs, Mary was seated at the far end wearing a fetching pink tee-shirt, her own black jeans and ankle-length black boots. She looked like she was on a date. And she acted that way too when N walked up to her, gave her a hug and a brief kiss. She hugged her son fondly too, and turned half-away from me as I hugged her too. Not an auspicious welcome.
But she was positively radiant. She was cheerful, flirtatious. Genuinely happy. I can't remember the last time I saw her in that mood, and I certainly didn't expect to see her like that while inside. For a few minutes, she talked almost exclusively with N, catching up on the goings-on at home, and with G and what he was up to. Then, noticing that I wasn't talking, G said,
"Daddy, you're very quiet."
I asked her the first thing that came to mind. "Why?"
She gave me the same answer she apparently gave everyone else: "I don't know. It was a mistake, a one-off, and it will never happen again." A one-off!? Pull the other one.
She still blames me for giving the story to the press (which I didn't), for alienating most of her friends (again, she did that), and for trying to use G as a weapon against her. She is paranoid. And worst of all, I don't believe that she fully understands the impact of what she has done on those around her, nor will she until she gets out and tries to pick up her life where she left off. At that time, she may find that she has few or no friends, no-one will trust her, she has no assets, no money and no prospects.
On the way home, I asked G if he intended to go back and live with him mother when she is released, probably at the end of July. He confirmed that he would. Whether that is the best thing for him then, only time will tell, but I intend to at least make him think about living with me as a viable alternative. And Mel seems to be prepared to live with the two of us as well.
We'll see in three and a half months.
Friday, April 06, 2007
Confused
What is it about women? Their behaviour seems to change completely when confronted by a minor crisis.
For the last week, Mel and I have been communicating almost constantly. It's like we are addicted to our cell phones. We had arranged to get together on Friday evening. Nothing specific; maybe a movie, dinner, stay home with a dvd movie, whatever. Then yesterday, she had a problem with her electricity supply at home. I spoke to her at around 6-ish, and someone had come round to fix it. Then later that evening I got a text message:
"No electricity again. c u sat," she sent.
"Can I help?" I replied.
"No. Nite x"
Then she sent "Weekend cancelled. got to sort electric out. c u next week."
What? After paying for the hotel and everything?? We were both soooo looking forward to that night. I couldn't believe what she was saying.
"Are you okay?" I asked
"No." was the only reply I got. I was confused, concerned, disappointed, frustrated. I tried calling but it sounded like her phone's battery died as she answered. Or did she not want to speak to me. Shortly after ten I went to bed, wondering what I was going to do with my Easter weekend now. I put my phone beside the bed but didn't switch it off as I usually do, although I'm not sure why.
At midnight, I awoke to the sms tone chiming. 1 NEW MESSAGE
"Sorry need 2 be with you sat xx we need 2 find electric fault wkend thought I could do this on my own prefer we did this 2gether xx"
I said that I would call her tomorrow.
"Ok tmrw eve babe. Having u in my life now know no longer on my own xx"
Today I texted her twice, but got no reply
Then "At [name I don't recognise] in [town about 20 miles away] c u tmrw checking stuff out 4 u xx"
Now really confused, I sent "4 me? What you doing tonight? Call me please. Missing you. xxx"
I got no reply, so tried calling. No reply. Left a message. Called again an hour later, and again got voicemail.
I am so confused, I don't know what to think. Is she avoiding me, or just trying to do things on her own? If the latter, why would she not speak to me? The only thing to do is wait until tomorrow and hope she is in a calmer, more communicative frame of mind. Although I could try calling again later this evening.....
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Update (7th) : it appears that Mel was at her best friend's place, comforting her after she had a relationship crisis. My selfish alpha-male side says 'Get a grip woman, get on with your life, and let my new girlfriend have the weekend we have both been really looking forward to'. My caring, sensitive side (yes, I have one!) says 'She is really lucky to have Mel as a friend.'
For the last week, Mel and I have been communicating almost constantly. It's like we are addicted to our cell phones. We had arranged to get together on Friday evening. Nothing specific; maybe a movie, dinner, stay home with a dvd movie, whatever. Then yesterday, she had a problem with her electricity supply at home. I spoke to her at around 6-ish, and someone had come round to fix it. Then later that evening I got a text message:
"No electricity again. c u sat," she sent.
"Can I help?" I replied.
"No. Nite x"
Then she sent "Weekend cancelled. got to sort electric out. c u next week."
What? After paying for the hotel and everything?? We were both soooo looking forward to that night. I couldn't believe what she was saying.
"Are you okay?" I asked
"No." was the only reply I got. I was confused, concerned, disappointed, frustrated. I tried calling but it sounded like her phone's battery died as she answered. Or did she not want to speak to me. Shortly after ten I went to bed, wondering what I was going to do with my Easter weekend now. I put my phone beside the bed but didn't switch it off as I usually do, although I'm not sure why.
At midnight, I awoke to the sms tone chiming. 1 NEW MESSAGE
"Sorry need 2 be with you sat xx we need 2 find electric fault wkend thought I could do this on my own prefer we did this 2gether xx"
I said that I would call her tomorrow.
"Ok tmrw eve babe. Having u in my life now know no longer on my own xx"
Today I texted her twice, but got no reply
Then "At [name I don't recognise] in [town about 20 miles away] c u tmrw checking stuff out 4 u xx"
Now really confused, I sent "4 me? What you doing tonight? Call me please. Missing you. xxx"
I got no reply, so tried calling. No reply. Left a message. Called again an hour later, and again got voicemail.
I am so confused, I don't know what to think. Is she avoiding me, or just trying to do things on her own? If the latter, why would she not speak to me? The only thing to do is wait until tomorrow and hope she is in a calmer, more communicative frame of mind. Although I could try calling again later this evening.....
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Update (7th) : it appears that Mel was at her best friend's place, comforting her after she had a relationship crisis. My selfish alpha-male side says 'Get a grip woman, get on with your life, and let my new girlfriend have the weekend we have both been really looking forward to'. My caring, sensitive side (yes, I have one!) says 'She is really lucky to have Mel as a friend.'
Visitor Order
N sent me a text yesterday to say that he has received a Visitor Order for the three of us - him, me and G - to visit Mary. It's a long drive - over 3 hours - and I will be exhausted by the time I get back. But it's important for G to see his mother, and I need to get an idea of her emotional state. Is she at all remorseful, regretful, aware of the impact of her actions? What are her intentions upon her release? Does she assume she and N will pick up where they left off? Does she intend that G goes back to live with them?
Do I tell her about Mel? A part of me wants to just to demonstrate that I don't need her any more, but then she'd be happy about that anyway. I will of course be civil, courteous and sympathetic. To a point.
Do I tell her about Mel? A part of me wants to just to demonstrate that I don't need her any more, but then she'd be happy about that anyway. I will of course be civil, courteous and sympathetic. To a point.
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Passion
On Wednesday evening, as planned, Mel came round to my place for dinner. Strangely, considering how much both of us have been longing to meet again, and the suggestive nature of our recent sms conversations, we didn't even hug until after the wine was poured and dinner in the oven.
After dinner, I cleared the table and we retired to the lounge to finish our wine. I sat close beside her on the sofa, and in mere seconds she angled her head towards me and I leaned in to kiss her. That erupted into a passionate embrace, and I said "Come". Getting to my feet, I took her hand and led her upstairs to the bedroom, where minutes earlier I had lit a few candles.
We stood toe-to-toe beside the bed, the candles providing a soft light that made her skin glow as we embraced, our eyes closed, our lips entwined and our tongues began to explore.
Slowly, deliberately, we undressed each other, letting our discarded clothing fall in a heap where we stood. There was no hurry. Both of us, it seemed, were content to enjoy the moment to its fullest. As I unclipped her bra and let it slide slowly off her full and generous breasts, I bent down, cupped one and lifted the hardening nipple to my lips, sucking it gently and swirling my tongue around it. She undid my trouser button and fly and I pushed them over my hips to the floor before doing the same with her jeans. Wearing only our underwear now, we moved onto the bed, and Mel lay back looking up at me, drawing my body onto hers.
I lay over her, our legs entwined. I kissed her lips, her nose, her chin, her neck. I planted tender kisses on her shoulders and across her chest before dipping lower to her left breast. Her fingers found my crotch and caressed my already hard organ through the cotton. Desperate to feel her hands on me, I knelt up and quickly removed my briefs. I looked up at her face and smiled, then took the waistband of her lacy black knickers in my hands. She lifted her hips and I slid them over her smooth and shapely legs and dropped them to the floor.
Her neatly trimmed pubes formed a garden above one of the most beautiful pussies I have ever seen. I bent down and kissed her bush, then kissed my way along her thigh, to the knee, all the while caressing her calf, ankle, foot, before tasting my way back up her inner thigh towards her centre. When my lips finally arrived at the juncture of her spread thighs, I found her sweet-smelling pussy soaked with her juices. Eagerly, I lapped at her wetness and she gasped quietly. Easing her lips apart with my fingers, I swept my tongue upwards towards her clitoris, but found nothing. Pulling the hood backwards, and flicking my tongue under it, I felt only the tiniest of clitoral buds, but her head went back and her hips bobbed gently up and down, so I continued.
After some minutes, and apparently unable to achieve her orgasm, I moved back up her body. She lifted her legs, pulling me towards her, and grasped my rock-hard penis in her hands. Pausing only to get a condom on, I gently eased my prick into her soft and wet hole, and we began moving easily together. I gazed down into her eyes as our bodies moved. Her expression was one of need. Her face was flushed and her silky blonde hair fanned out on the pillow behind her. Switching positions, I suggested she turn over and put a pillow under her hips. I then entered her from behind. She felt much tighter this way, and I immediately felt that familiar tingle that signalled an impending orgasm. Mel, too, seemed to enjoy this position, and she began to thrust her hips back in ever-quickening rhythm. Soon, I was pistoning in and out of her, my breathing rapid and ragged. Mel buried her head in the sheets.
"Ahhh, I'm coming," I breathed, and an explosive orgasm took control of me.
Afterwards we cuddled for a while, and then started kissing and caressing again. Before long, I was inside her again, but my sac was empty and I would not come again. I tried to make up for it by going down on her again, and discovered that she prefers the short, slow lapping motion of my flat tongue to quick flicks of the tip against her slit. Finally, I felt her hips pulse and twitch and she moaned as her orgasm coursed through her.
We were both reluctant to move, and would have happily fallen asleep in each other's arms if it hadn't been for the fact that G was at her place with her daughter. Finally, we got dressed and I reluctantly took her home.
The next morning, we had another lengthy sms conversation, during which she sent:
"Was last night ok? You made me come loads. Sat want 2 do 69 xxx"
It seems that I didn't even notice all but one of her orgasms. I feel good that she enjoyed our first night of passion, though and she promised that Saturday would be even better! The plan is for us to meet late afternoon or early evening, check into the hotel, eat, shower and change, then go to the party, coming back to the hotel afterwards for another night of passion before falling asleep in each others arms.
I can't wait.
After dinner, I cleared the table and we retired to the lounge to finish our wine. I sat close beside her on the sofa, and in mere seconds she angled her head towards me and I leaned in to kiss her. That erupted into a passionate embrace, and I said "Come". Getting to my feet, I took her hand and led her upstairs to the bedroom, where minutes earlier I had lit a few candles.
We stood toe-to-toe beside the bed, the candles providing a soft light that made her skin glow as we embraced, our eyes closed, our lips entwined and our tongues began to explore.
Slowly, deliberately, we undressed each other, letting our discarded clothing fall in a heap where we stood. There was no hurry. Both of us, it seemed, were content to enjoy the moment to its fullest. As I unclipped her bra and let it slide slowly off her full and generous breasts, I bent down, cupped one and lifted the hardening nipple to my lips, sucking it gently and swirling my tongue around it. She undid my trouser button and fly and I pushed them over my hips to the floor before doing the same with her jeans. Wearing only our underwear now, we moved onto the bed, and Mel lay back looking up at me, drawing my body onto hers.
I lay over her, our legs entwined. I kissed her lips, her nose, her chin, her neck. I planted tender kisses on her shoulders and across her chest before dipping lower to her left breast. Her fingers found my crotch and caressed my already hard organ through the cotton. Desperate to feel her hands on me, I knelt up and quickly removed my briefs. I looked up at her face and smiled, then took the waistband of her lacy black knickers in my hands. She lifted her hips and I slid them over her smooth and shapely legs and dropped them to the floor.
Her neatly trimmed pubes formed a garden above one of the most beautiful pussies I have ever seen. I bent down and kissed her bush, then kissed my way along her thigh, to the knee, all the while caressing her calf, ankle, foot, before tasting my way back up her inner thigh towards her centre. When my lips finally arrived at the juncture of her spread thighs, I found her sweet-smelling pussy soaked with her juices. Eagerly, I lapped at her wetness and she gasped quietly. Easing her lips apart with my fingers, I swept my tongue upwards towards her clitoris, but found nothing. Pulling the hood backwards, and flicking my tongue under it, I felt only the tiniest of clitoral buds, but her head went back and her hips bobbed gently up and down, so I continued.
After some minutes, and apparently unable to achieve her orgasm, I moved back up her body. She lifted her legs, pulling me towards her, and grasped my rock-hard penis in her hands. Pausing only to get a condom on, I gently eased my prick into her soft and wet hole, and we began moving easily together. I gazed down into her eyes as our bodies moved. Her expression was one of need. Her face was flushed and her silky blonde hair fanned out on the pillow behind her. Switching positions, I suggested she turn over and put a pillow under her hips. I then entered her from behind. She felt much tighter this way, and I immediately felt that familiar tingle that signalled an impending orgasm. Mel, too, seemed to enjoy this position, and she began to thrust her hips back in ever-quickening rhythm. Soon, I was pistoning in and out of her, my breathing rapid and ragged. Mel buried her head in the sheets.
"Ahhh, I'm coming," I breathed, and an explosive orgasm took control of me.
Afterwards we cuddled for a while, and then started kissing and caressing again. Before long, I was inside her again, but my sac was empty and I would not come again. I tried to make up for it by going down on her again, and discovered that she prefers the short, slow lapping motion of my flat tongue to quick flicks of the tip against her slit. Finally, I felt her hips pulse and twitch and she moaned as her orgasm coursed through her.
We were both reluctant to move, and would have happily fallen asleep in each other's arms if it hadn't been for the fact that G was at her place with her daughter. Finally, we got dressed and I reluctantly took her home.
The next morning, we had another lengthy sms conversation, during which she sent:
"Was last night ok? You made me come loads. Sat want 2 do 69 xxx"
It seems that I didn't even notice all but one of her orgasms. I feel good that she enjoyed our first night of passion, though and she promised that Saturday would be even better! The plan is for us to meet late afternoon or early evening, check into the hotel, eat, shower and change, then go to the party, coming back to the hotel afterwards for another night of passion before falling asleep in each others arms.
I can't wait.
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Exciting, yet scary.
This is so exciting, and yet so scary at the same time.
Before Mel and I met she had one other date with a guy named Steve. But she and I have just 'clicked'. Since that one meeting, we have constantly been in each other's thoughts. Sunday evening was spent texting each other and we spent all day Monday swapping emails, so I got very little done at work.
It is obvious to both of us that we are completely in lust, and cannot wait to get intimate. Despite spending a mere few hours in each others company :
- we have arranged for me to cook her dinner on Wednesday night
- we have arranged to go to a party on Saturday and spend the night in a hotel
- she has invited me to two more parties and a wedding reception between now and August
- we have talked about spending at least one day over the Easter weekend in each others company, with the kids.
- we speculated about moving in together and even buying property
- together!!
- she has repeatedly said things like "God I really want this to work xxxxx" and "For the 1st time in a long time I am happy. Thank you".
- she has told Steve that she doesn't want to see him again
- she has decided not to go on any more dates from the site.
I am hugely flattered, my ego is at it's highest point for years, and yet.... We don't really know each other yet. How can we after just a few hours? I desperately want to spend time with her, though. Relaxing quality time. But talk about moving in together is scary. I have only just left one relationship, and while I am comfortable with starting another, I am not yet ready for the commitment that Mel seems to expect.
I also have G to think about. I asked him over the weekend if he minded me dating other women. He said no, and seemed perfectly comfortable with the notion. To test that, I showed him a text msg from Mel saying simply "xxxx", and he just smiled. It was a genuine smile though. I think he understands; he's a cool kid.
What do I really want from this relationship? How far do I want to take
this, and how quickly?Monday, April 02, 2007
Behaving like teenagers
Very few women contact me first; I usually initiate the contact, but Mel was an exception. Her email said she liked my profile and thought I was an interesting person who she would like to get to know better. Her photographs were not conclusive but promising, and her profile had, interestingly been written by her teenage daughter! It was a glowing portrayal of her mother as part angel, part saint, part victim of a bad earlier relationship. It was intriguing.
We exchanged email addresses, and chatted on msn for a while. I gave her my number and she sent me text messages as full of 'xxx's as her emails. She is a warm, caring and trusting woman who, despite having been hurt in the past, is still old-fashioned and believes in happily-ever-after. What surprised me more than anything is when she asked me out for a drink yesterday afternoon, and asked me to pick her up at her house! I said she was trusting.
We went to a nearby pub and found a leather sofa in a slightly quieter area where we could talk. We both sat sideways, leaning towards each other. I wore black jeans and a turtle-neck sweater, she wore faded denims and a see-through chiffon blouse with a plunging neckline that revealed a quite impressive cleavage. We chatted amiably about our past lives and our present situations. I asked her about music and what she wanted in a man. She asked me very little except about my family.
Once, while asking her a question, I gently touched her knee, which was about two inches from mine. Then later, she briefly touched my arm. Our body language was completely open, both of us subtly portraying an interest in the other. I found it hard to resist staring at her cleavage or touching the soft bare skin of her forearm. Eventually, when her hand strayed too close to mine, I touched it, and she folded her fingers over mine, holding on to my hand.
After a while I got another couple of drinks and when I sat down, we were even closer together. Now she sat straight on the sofa, her legs crossed straight out in front of her, but as close to me as possible. My arm rested along the back of the sofa and she leaned back into it, as if to cuddle. I leaned forward slightly to look at her. She turned her head and leaned forward as well, and without warning we kissed.
Her lips were soft and her tongue warm and moist and tasting of red wine. I put a hand at the back of her head and the kiss seemed to last ages. When we parted, I felt a little embarrassed; two middle aged people behaving like teenagers in a public house while a football match was in progress. Shameful! But I enjoyed it, and wanted more. Other parts of my body were responding too.
When eventually we left, she stopped in the parking lot and we hugged and snogged again. It was like neither of us wanted the afternoon to end. I took her home and we sat talking in the car, reluctant to part. She talked about a party she had been invited to and I offered to take her. Then she spoke about a wedding in August, and the first tingle of apprehension rushed over me. We both wanted to meet again, and tried to figure out how, where and when we could be alone together. She had the idea of having her daughter look after G while I cooked her dinner. I agreed and we set a date for Wednesday.
Eventually, she kissed me goodbye and went inside.
Over the next few hours, we exchanged text messages of appreciation and longing and I agreed to take her to the party on Saturday. I spoke to G about it and he is quite keen to meet Mel's daughter and quickly agreed.
My social calendar, it seems, is swelling.
We exchanged email addresses, and chatted on msn for a while. I gave her my number and she sent me text messages as full of 'xxx's as her emails. She is a warm, caring and trusting woman who, despite having been hurt in the past, is still old-fashioned and believes in happily-ever-after. What surprised me more than anything is when she asked me out for a drink yesterday afternoon, and asked me to pick her up at her house! I said she was trusting.
We went to a nearby pub and found a leather sofa in a slightly quieter area where we could talk. We both sat sideways, leaning towards each other. I wore black jeans and a turtle-neck sweater, she wore faded denims and a see-through chiffon blouse with a plunging neckline that revealed a quite impressive cleavage. We chatted amiably about our past lives and our present situations. I asked her about music and what she wanted in a man. She asked me very little except about my family.
Once, while asking her a question, I gently touched her knee, which was about two inches from mine. Then later, she briefly touched my arm. Our body language was completely open, both of us subtly portraying an interest in the other. I found it hard to resist staring at her cleavage or touching the soft bare skin of her forearm. Eventually, when her hand strayed too close to mine, I touched it, and she folded her fingers over mine, holding on to my hand.
After a while I got another couple of drinks and when I sat down, we were even closer together. Now she sat straight on the sofa, her legs crossed straight out in front of her, but as close to me as possible. My arm rested along the back of the sofa and she leaned back into it, as if to cuddle. I leaned forward slightly to look at her. She turned her head and leaned forward as well, and without warning we kissed.
Her lips were soft and her tongue warm and moist and tasting of red wine. I put a hand at the back of her head and the kiss seemed to last ages. When we parted, I felt a little embarrassed; two middle aged people behaving like teenagers in a public house while a football match was in progress. Shameful! But I enjoyed it, and wanted more. Other parts of my body were responding too.
When eventually we left, she stopped in the parking lot and we hugged and snogged again. It was like neither of us wanted the afternoon to end. I took her home and we sat talking in the car, reluctant to part. She talked about a party she had been invited to and I offered to take her. Then she spoke about a wedding in August, and the first tingle of apprehension rushed over me. We both wanted to meet again, and tried to figure out how, where and when we could be alone together. She had the idea of having her daughter look after G while I cooked her dinner. I agreed and we set a date for Wednesday.
Eventually, she kissed me goodbye and went inside.
Over the next few hours, we exchanged text messages of appreciation and longing and I agreed to take her to the party on Saturday. I spoke to G about it and he is quite keen to meet Mel's daughter and quickly agreed.
My social calendar, it seems, is swelling.
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Complexion
"I can't find the pub," I sent. "Help!"
R called me back immediately. "Where are you?" she asked, a smile apparent in her voice.
"I have a horrible feeling that I am in completely the wrong place," I replied, and I heard her infectious and very endearing laugh again. I like to hear her laugh.
I described the street I was on and the local shops, and she said "You aren't in [name of her town] at all are you?"
Actually, I had got the name of the town wrong and was 20 miles from where I should have been. Oops.
I finally made it to the rendezvous and called to say I had found the restaurant where she had booked a table. Seconds later, she came to meet me outside.
She is not as large as her photo seems to suggest. She admitted later on to being a size 16, but she is certainly attractive. She has a very pretty face and I cannot understand why she has not been asked out in 11 years. This was, in fact, her first date in 11 years!
The table was for two, intimately lit by a single small candle. We started talking and all too soon the waiter was asking if we were ready to order. Time was passing quickly - a good sign. After downing a mineral water, I asked for a glass of red wine. R was drinking diet coke. The pasta was decent enough, but not spectacular. R ate heartily but still couldn't finish her portion.
We spoke about relationships, dress sizes, my son, dates, travelling, skiing and many other things. The conversation seemed to flow nicely and I don't recall an awkward moment. I asked her who she thought was the world's most attractive man and woman. Her answer surprised me - Marilyn Monroe (a perfectly proportioned size 16), and Bruce Lee! When I asked why him, she needed to go to the ladies to think about it.
By the time the plates were cleared, I was starting to look at R more intently. She has a beautiful complexion, and I wanted to run my fingertips over her cheeks. I wanted to touch her lips with mine and feel the moist warmth of her tongue. I wanted to hold her and feel her breasts press against my chest, feel her hands clutching at my back, pressing me to her.
I had just finished dessert, though, when she announced that she needed to fetch her dogs from her parents house and needed to leave. I was disappointed. Our first date had lasted only two hours, although that was mostly my fault for being late. I had hoped we could go somewhere quieter for coffee and perhaps be a little more intimate. But it was not to be. Outside, she presented her cheek and I gave her the expected peck and we hugged.
"Thank you for a lovely evening," I said. "I would like to see you again."
"Me too," she replied, then turned and walked away. I watched her go, but she didn't turn back. I walked to the car and drove home, Nickelback turned up loud.
Partly because she hasn't dated in such a long time, I am not sure what she is looking for in a relationship. She is used to doing things by herself and presumably has not missed the physical aspects of a relationship. Is this going to be hard work? She is also a long way away. The drive home took me a little over an hour, and once the house is sold, I will probably be moving still further away.
But I like her.
R called me back immediately. "Where are you?" she asked, a smile apparent in her voice.
"I have a horrible feeling that I am in completely the wrong place," I replied, and I heard her infectious and very endearing laugh again. I like to hear her laugh.
I described the street I was on and the local shops, and she said "You aren't in [name of her town] at all are you?"
Actually, I had got the name of the town wrong and was 20 miles from where I should have been. Oops.
I finally made it to the rendezvous and called to say I had found the restaurant where she had booked a table. Seconds later, she came to meet me outside.
She is not as large as her photo seems to suggest. She admitted later on to being a size 16, but she is certainly attractive. She has a very pretty face and I cannot understand why she has not been asked out in 11 years. This was, in fact, her first date in 11 years!
The table was for two, intimately lit by a single small candle. We started talking and all too soon the waiter was asking if we were ready to order. Time was passing quickly - a good sign. After downing a mineral water, I asked for a glass of red wine. R was drinking diet coke. The pasta was decent enough, but not spectacular. R ate heartily but still couldn't finish her portion.
We spoke about relationships, dress sizes, my son, dates, travelling, skiing and many other things. The conversation seemed to flow nicely and I don't recall an awkward moment. I asked her who she thought was the world's most attractive man and woman. Her answer surprised me - Marilyn Monroe (a perfectly proportioned size 16), and Bruce Lee! When I asked why him, she needed to go to the ladies to think about it.
By the time the plates were cleared, I was starting to look at R more intently. She has a beautiful complexion, and I wanted to run my fingertips over her cheeks. I wanted to touch her lips with mine and feel the moist warmth of her tongue. I wanted to hold her and feel her breasts press against my chest, feel her hands clutching at my back, pressing me to her.
I had just finished dessert, though, when she announced that she needed to fetch her dogs from her parents house and needed to leave. I was disappointed. Our first date had lasted only two hours, although that was mostly my fault for being late. I had hoped we could go somewhere quieter for coffee and perhaps be a little more intimate. But it was not to be. Outside, she presented her cheek and I gave her the expected peck and we hugged.
"Thank you for a lovely evening," I said. "I would like to see you again."
"Me too," she replied, then turned and walked away. I watched her go, but she didn't turn back. I walked to the car and drove home, Nickelback turned up loud.
Partly because she hasn't dated in such a long time, I am not sure what she is looking for in a relationship. She is used to doing things by herself and presumably has not missed the physical aspects of a relationship. Is this going to be hard work? She is also a long way away. The drive home took me a little over an hour, and once the house is sold, I will probably be moving still further away.
But I like her.
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