by A. J. Milton
My living style is mostly minimalistic, so that helped too. The only exception is my study (man cave) which has lots of bookshelves, DVDs and CDs. It had one desk and laptop for work, one desk and big computer for music and gaming. It also holds pretty much everything that doesn’t have a home anywhere else.
A trip out to the local shops was needed in order to pick up a few extra bits of food, but that didn’t take long. I was going to cook for her tonight and then we could choose whether to eat out on Saturday evening.
I checked my email when I got back, but there was nothing interesting. I have worked for big engineering and technology companies most of my life. But the big corporations always keep topping up with bright young things, so I had taken the opportunity to leave my last firm with a modest golden handshake, as the writing was probably on the wall. So now I worked two days a week for an American and South Korean robotics company which was had recently started up in Europe. And I also did freelance short term contracts as a robotics consultant or engineering project manager. Still, I earned almost as much as when I had worked full time, so I was much more relaxed and happier about work than I had been for several years.
Running through my mental list, I checked there were beers and white wine cooling in the fridge, and then settled down in the living room. For a while I stared into the garden without really seeing anything. I was thinking about her and wondering about our relationship. She definitely seemed very keen for us to continue seeing each other. So, it seemed that this was already more than just a holiday affair. I started to realise that I wanted this to last for as long as possible, even though the odds were probably against it. I put my thoughts aside and settled down with a book to wait for Sophie.
Late afternoon, and I heard a car coming into the driveway and leapt up. It was a slightly beaten up and ageing Ford Fiesta which I knew was Sophie’s car. I opened the front door and went out to meet her. The smile that I love appeared as she dropped her bag and hugged me.
“Welcome to the middle of nowhere,” I said.
“Too right,” she replied, “I would never find this place without GPS maps on my phone. But now you can’t hide. I know where to find you!”
I grabbed her bag and swung it over my shoulder, even though I knew how independent she liked to be. But after all she was my guest, so she was getting some looking after whether she liked it or not. She just grinned and followed me into the house. I gave her the brief guided tour which hardly took long and then showed her to the bedrooms. I showed her the guest room and said that she was welcome to consider it as her own personal space whenever she was here. And then my room next door, and said, “You also welcome in here with me, but it’s entirely up to you.”
She picked up her bag from the hallway and dumped it into my room without a word, and then proceeded to kiss me very thoroughly and comprehensively. Oh, Sophie, you are so beautiful.
I showed her where there was space in the wardrobes and empty drawers and left her to unpack. Feeling quite nervous, I went to put the kettle on. I realised that this was almost like living with someone, and I hadn’t shared the same bedroom with anyone for several years. My wife had moved into another bedroom even before we split up. But at least I knew from our two wonderful nights together on holiday that Sophie and I fitted together perfectly. And I had slept very soundly with her snuggled next to me. I imagined that it was probably a bit strange for her too.
She breezed into the kitchen and chose a fruit tea, while I put some ground Columbian coffee into the cafetiere. We sat at the breakfast bar and discussed plans for the evening.
“I’m planning to cook us a meal later,” I said. “But after that we could have a quiet night in, or pop down to the local pub for a drink.”
“I do like the sound of a nice quiet night in. The last couple of weeks have been wonderful but some peaceful normality would be super. Maybe we could curl up and watch a movie or something after dinner?”
I leaned over and kissed her. “That sounds perfect to me.”
We sat in the kitchen drinking and talking until I realised it was getting dark. It was time to think about making a meal.
“Pasta or stir-fry?” I asked her.
“Pasta sounds lovely, please. Can I do anything to help?”
“I’ll get started, but you can just join in as we go along.”
“OK big boss man,” she replied.
“You’re not too old to get spanked for being cheeky,” I threatened.
“Promises, promises. I think I might rather like it if you were ‘firm’ with me,” she giggled.
“Heaven help me. What on earth did I do to deserve a girl like you?”
“You must have been So good in a past life,” she laughed.
I headed towards the fridge. “Beer, Wine or something soft?”
“Beer would be great thanks,” she smiled. I grabbed two cans from the fridge, along with some chicken and other stuff. I’m happy to admit that I’m not the world’s greatest cook by a long shot, but there are several meals that I can cook fairly decently. One of them is pasta with a creamy chicken and mushroom sauce, plenty of garlic and fresh green vegetables. I turned on the MP3 speaker system in the kitchen.
“Here darling, choose whatever playlist you like.” While she was choosing the music, I prepared the pans to fry the chicken and make the sauce and pasta. Then I got the mushrooms and vegetables from the larder and asked if she was happy to prepare them.
“Hmm you’re in luck, I don’t think I can poison you with this job,” she said. “But for future reference, some of my cooking comes with a health warning!”
I paused for a sip of beer. She had put a selection of Gabrielle Aplin tracks on, which were light and melodic. They nicely complemented this meal.
About twenty minutes later the meal was ready, and we sat down at the table in the kitchen to have a nice informal home-cooked supper. I remembered the pasta meal we had enjoyed a few days ago in Dahab. And now was so very different and yet also perfect because of the lovely girl I was sharing it with. She demolished her own serving in no time.
“Really nice,” she said. “May I have a little more?” Clearly, overworked and underfed students appreciate some home cooking!
“Fruit or ice cream?” I enquired. “Maybe later, thanks,” she said, “but I’m wonderfully full up for now.” I gave her a big kiss (just for being cute and gorgeous). I got another couple of beers from the fridge, and with the debris consigned to the dishwasher, we adjourned and went to watch a movie. I pointed her to my study and told her where to find the DVDs. “See if you can find something you like, otherwise we will take pot luck on the movie channel.”
We ended up watching one of the Star Wars movies, as we are both totally into sci-fi books and movies. It was a lovely evening, curled up together on the big couch, relaxed and close together. After the movie, I asked her what she wanted to do next.
She said, “I’m more than happy to head for bed.”
I locked up and turned things off while she went through to the bedroom first. And when I got to the bedroom there was just a pair of eyes and my favourite mop of unruly hair poking out from under the lightweight duvet. I couldn’t help grinning as I headed for the bathroom to freshen up.
Then I enjoyed that amazingly sensual feeling of slipping into quite cool crisp fresh bed linen, but finding the contrast of an incredibly soft and warm, curvy, willing body between the sheets. She pressed herself against me impatiently, and we kissed urgently and passionately.
I dived under the covers to lick her pussy and clit. This time I didn’t want her to come with my tongue but only to get close to the edge. When I sensed that she was close, I slid between her legs and pushed my stiff cock slowly inside her already dripping wet pussy.
“Oh god,” she said. I pulled almost all the way out and then pushed in again, hard and firm. A few more slow and deep strokes and I felt her muscles twitching as she started to come. She dug her nails into my back and sighed. I moved softl
y to prolong the waves of her orgasm. Then I held perfectly still while she recovered, with my rock-hard cock still buried deep inside her. Her eyes fluttered open and gradually focused on me.
“You’re terrible,” she said, “you totally make me lose control sometimes.”
“My little darling, I just try to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”
“Make love to me, my wonderful man. Slowly and gently please.” And that was exactly what we did. We made love languidly, with gentle kisses and caresses and murmured words of passion and affection. It was almost tantric and we both stayed on the brink of exploding for ten or fifteen minutes of amazing pleasure. Then I felt her coming again, and it triggered my own orgasm. I shot jet after jet of warm cum deep inside her until I felt utterly spent. Her amazingly soft pussy quivered and held me so hot and tight, as I gradually came down from that high.
That night we spent cuddled up together, and I slept soundly and happily with her body so close to mine.
~ Sophie ~
I woke in the morning when I felt him get up and go to the bathroom, and I whispered, “Good morning” to him when he returned to bed.
“Ah, if you’re awake I will go and pop the kettle on,” he said. He returned with two cups of coffee and we snuggled in bed together for a while longer.
I realised that this was what home genuinely felt like. It wasn’t only being in his house, it was sharing life with him. I had never actually considered living with anyone before, (student housemates were an entirely different matter). But now, all of a sudden I was living with him. So, it had been just a few nights on holiday and now a weekend together but it felt like the beginning of something big. And he seemed so relaxed about letting me invade his personal space and inserting myself into his life. He accepted me as an equal, and nobody had ever treated in that way before. All these new feelings and changes in my life were happening at once. I loved it, but it was a lot to deal with.
I leant over and kissed him affectionately, then went to freshen up before breakfast. Sitting in the kitchen with my second cup of coffee and some toast I asked him about his work. He explained what he was currently working on, and some of the other things he was looking at. I realised that he was doing in real life things that I was studying at university. and that I could relate the practice to the theory. I got all excited and was about to deepen my interrogation…
Hang on Sophie, it’s Saturday morning give your man a break from talking about his work.
After breakfast, we went out for a walk. In the end, we were out for well over two hours because the weather was lovely. As we walked through the green rolling countryside he pointed out places on the horizon where he would cycle to sometimes. My own bike was gathering dust at my parents’ house, but I decided that I would bring it here one weekend so we could go cycling together. As we neared his house again it started clouding over, and it looked like more April showers on the way.
After lunch, I curled up on the big couch with my laptop, because I had some studying and researching to do, while Alex read a book.
I know this may all sound mundane and boring, but to me this was so refreshing. Getting outside in the country was such a change from the city or the mainly urban area where my parents live. And being able to study in peace and quiet without my dearly beloved housemates distracting me half the time was a welcome change. Oh, and did I mention my wonderful man?
He asked me what I would like to do in the evening, and I suggested another quiet night in, because last night had been so relaxing and intimate. And so, it became more or less a replay of the previous evening with music, cooking, nice food, a couple of beers and some TV. Domestic bliss? Well, sorry but yes it was!
~ Alex ~
Sophie was ever so easy to be with. When we talked, we really talked, and she clearly had a quick and sharp mind. She was firm and confident on subjects she understood, but equally happy to ask questions and soak up information and ideas in other areas. I concluded that her name was very apt; as ‘Sophie’ originates from the ancient Greek word for wisdom. And yet I noticed on our walk this morning that she seemed happy to enjoy periods of silence, just watching and observing the world around.
Surreptitiously watching her this afternoon as she had been studying had been delightful. I loved her mannerism of biting her bottom lip when she was uncertain or concentrating intensely. And I noticed the wide-eyed sparkle of interest when something had clearly caught her attention. She would unthinkingly brush her untameable hair out of the way in an incredibly sexy way. That compounded my desire to run my own hands through it!
*****
It had been another lovely evening. I turned off the bathroom light and walked across to our bed. Her beautiful greenie-gold eyes watched me from the pillow. I slipped under the covers and found her soft feminine warmth.
“Hello, my beautiful little darling,” I whispered before I kissed her.
As we came up for air she said, “I do make you happy in bed, don’t I?”
“Sophie, yes absolutely. Happy is a major understatement! Do I make you happy too?”
“Oh yes, my wonderful man, nobody has ever made me come like you do. But I want to make sure that you don’t need other things that I don’t give you.”
“Darling, going to bed with you has been perfect, really! If you mean do I have any major fetishes or kinky desires, then no, nothing that’s important to me. Of course, playing some fun games and having a bit of variety is nice. But there is no rush and no pressure, and we can explore things as fast as you like,” I reassured her.
“OK,” she said, “so what fun games do you like?”
“Well… playing with food can be fun, if sometimes messy. And blindfolds and tie and tease is nice. But if you have some ideas, I’m open to any other suggestions.”
“Hmm, all right. And what about anal sex?”
That was pretty direct! “I’m quite comfortable with it,” I replied. “But I won’t miss it if it’s not something that you are into.”
“I’m honestly not sure. I’ve never done it before so I don’t know if I like it. But Alex, I do sort of want to give myself totally to you, and for you to have every part of my body.” she said hesitantly.
I hugged her, “Let’s put it on the ‘maybe’ list then. I love every inch of your body, but I would never do anything that you weren’t comfortable with.”
“I can’t believe I just asked you that,” she giggled and smiled shyly.
“Why not?” I asked.
“Well, it’s not exactly an everyday conversation topic.”
“Believe me darling, talking and understanding each other is one of the keys to a happy relationship. But let’s not get too heavy and philosophical tonight.”
“All right then,” she said. “Shut up and kiss me, and then lick me and fuck me.”
“As you command, little madam,” I responded with a chuckle and pulled her into my urgent kiss. My cock had already been getting stiffer from the moment I got into bed with her, and now the pumping blood of my passion caused it to swell and get even harder.
I twisted round the other way and grabbed a pillow to put under my neck, then pulled her delicious tiny body on top of me into an ardent sixty-nine. My arms went around under her legs and grabbed her buttocks. The firm feminine curve of her pert little butt under my hands intensified my lust. I nuzzled my mouth between her legs, smelling her musky sweetness. I licked her slit and her pussy lips, and tasted her moistness as her body responded to mine. I moved one of my hands and inserted a finger into her hot wet pussy while I continued to tease her with my tongue.
She moaned and wriggled her hips, and then I felt her tongue licking my rampant cock. Followed by that unique hot wet sensation as her lips slid ardently over the head of my cock and it slipped into her beautiful mouth. It was my turn to moan with pleasure, and I was almost trembling with the intensity of my passion and desire. She kept the movement of her mouth tantalisingly soft and slow, with just a hint of her tongue
licking me as well. That turned me on even more.
I raised the stakes by starting to lick and nibble her clit, causing her to gasp and lose rhythm for a moment. I smiled (at least as much as one can smile with a face and mouth full of squirming woman). She returned to sucking my cock even deeper, but I could feel her legs starting to tremble and her breathing changed as she was nearing an orgasm from my delicate assault on her clit. I rotated the finger that was still inside her and teased the inside of her pussy, while fractionally increasing the pressure on her clit.
“Oh yes,” she gasped as my cock popped out of her mouth. “Alex, I’m coming, ohhhh.” She half collapsed on top of me as her climax overtook her, and the moisture from her pussy was coating my face, and oh my, she tasted so delicious. A minute later my cock was back in her mouth and it felt so good. I stroked her body and fingered her delicately but I refrained from touching her clit, as I reckoned I would almost certainly get a playful smack at least if I totally distracted her again.
But in the same way that I was able to play her body like a fine instrument, she had exactly the same measure of me. Her hot, wet delicate but deep motion was becoming too much for me to resist. There was no way I could hold out against her avid attentions, and I felt my own orgasm explode up my cock.
“Sophie… yes… now,” I panted, and shot the first pulse of my cum into her willing mouth. As she swallowed the last of my juices I pulled her body back down onto my mouth and gave her clit a massive sucking and licking. She moaned and started quivering against me as another orgasm claimed her. Once her climax had subsided, she rolled off me and lay panting, but smiling. I twisted around and lay next to her. I whispered in her ear, “Yes, you make me very happy!” She smiled and held my hand.
