Wednesday afternoon I got this text: Call me, I have questions about the Breeze.
The conversation that followed made me completely laugh my ass off for like 20 minutes…
For some background: Loverman has been working on my old Plymouth Breeze for the last few years. It’s become quite the project for him and, since I already have a reliable form of transportation, neither one of us is in a rush to finish it. You see, almost 5 years ago I had to have the water pump replaced at a popular commercial repair shop. They absolutely botched the job — when they replaced the timing belt, they put it on the wrong way and when they test drove it, the engine threw a rod. They called me and told me that the car was finished, I paid the $1,500 final bill, they went back into the shop to get me my car and took a REALLY long time, finally they came out and told me that they couldn’t get the car started and proceeded to tell me all the new things that were wrong with it… I was so angry at them! I wasn’t about to pay them any MORE money! It never would have busted if they had fixed it right to begin with!!
At this point, Loverman and I had barely just met so I didn’t know yet that he was a mechanic. We were only working together. If I had already known that he was a mechanic, I would have just asked Loverman to fix the damn thing and then I would have a working car (but then I wouldn’t have my awesome truck, Bear, either!). Eventually, after a pain in the ass struggle with the shop and a lot of begging Loverman (once I knew he could help me fix the broken car), he came and got the car and brought it back to his house — that was about a year after the shop fucked up my shit.
Okay…
I promptly called him back because I was a little worried that he was going to cancel our long-awaited sexy night together: we haven’t had a chance to “hook up” for three weeks (Loverman makes fun of me because I keep track of each time we’re ‘together’) and, with all of the parents coming into town this weekend for graduation, I thought it would be a really good idea to release any pent-up sexual tension before they all arrived.
I called him.
Loverman: What year did you said the Breeze was?
Me: Ummmm….. ’97, no ’95! The Neon we had was a ’97 and I keep getting them confused…. … … … I think…
Loverman: That’s what I thought. You and “Mr. Doom-n-Gloom” have been telling me this entire time that the car was a ’95, but really it’s a ’97!!!
I started to giggle and responded, “But you’ve had the car this entire time! VIN and all. AND, you could have just opened the door and looked on the door frame and you would have seen what year it was right there… You’re so funny! I am sorry to laugh but this is funny!”
Loverman: That’s what I thought you would say. (I could hear that he was smiling, too.)
Me: You know me so well. <more laughing> I am SO sorry we told you the wrong year! <giggle>
Loverman: That’s why I’ve been having such a hard time fixing this! You’re such a peanut! All this time I was going off of what you guys told me…
The conversation went on like this for a few more minutes and, once it was winding down and I was starting to settle down, I abruptly changed the subject and asked “We’re still on for tonight, right? Because I am getting off work at 4:30 and I am so ready for you!!” (the last few days I had been texting him sexy tidbits because I couldn’t stop thinking about his sexy tidbits!)
Loverman: You have my skates right?
Me: Do you want to go skating? I didn’t know we were going skating tonight, I don’t have my skates or a change of clothes. But, yes, your skates are in the truck.
Loverman was quiet in thought and I broke the silence to say, “It’s okay if you want to skate tonight, baby! I hadn’t planned on it, but I can just go home and get my skates and some clothes and tell the family I’m going skating. It’s no big deal.”
After he thought for a little while longer and I said a few more times, “It’s okay for you to want to do something, too!” Eventually he decided that he wanted to go!
My original plan was very basic, so changing it wasn’t much of a deal: check into the Motel, text Loverman the room number, pick up dinner while I was waiting for him to get there, and then eat food and drink margaritas until he felt like it was time to get naked. Now we would just save the margaritas until later and get dressed again after we got naked (because I was determined to get a piece of that ass as soon as possible!) so we could go skating. Once we got back from skating, we would get naked again and take our shower. Easy-peasy!
And that’s exactly how it went: Pizza Hut for dinner with some Root Beer (no drinking before skating, not even a little. Been there, done that, no fun!), some getting-naked with some sexy booty-knockin’ before skating, we had an AWESOME time skating (but we almost always do!) and then we went back to our room and got naked for our shower (because skating is some sweaty business!).
It was what happened after the shower that blew my mind!
We had just dried off and were eating some more of the pizza and drinking our margaritas. Nude, lounging on the beds, facing each other when he yanked my towel from me, grabbed me by the waist with both hands, and threw me onto the bed where I was just so peacefully drinking my drink. He laid his naked sexy body down next to mine and started kissing me. His lips are SO luxurious, but he had just shaved off his mustache, so kissing him was very different; like kissing on really sensual fine grit sandpaper. Also, looking at him was strange. He was still the same old Loverman, he just looked SO very young and it made me feel a bit like I was robbing the cradle — even though he’s 2 1/2 years older than me! All night long I kept looking at him. It was so was strange — I was so turned on by someone who didn’t really look like my lover, but he did…
We lay there, naked next to each other, his body barely touching mine. He softly traced his rough-skinned fingers around the base of my neck. Stopping at the peak of my sternum to begin trailing down my chest; using the valley between my breasts to pause and slide up each mound to tweak each nipple, circle each aureola, enough to wake them both up. Resuming their trail southward to tickle my belly button and then the two ticklish indentations right where my hips meet my legs, his touch became a feather’s caress and I could feel my skin turning to goose-flesh; my legs twitching each time he hit a “tickly spot”.
Right before he threw me on the bed, we were playfully arguing about who would be rocking who’s world more! I guess he had decided that HE would be blowing MY mind tonight (at least for right now 😉 ).
I let him.
Gently, he parted my legs and slowly caressed my girly-parts with his work-roughened fingers while he positioned his body next to mine to delicately nibble on one nipple, then the other. Taking time on each to make sure she did not feel the least bit neglected. Each time he took me into his mouth, he nibbled a little harder and sucked a little longer. Each time, my back arched further into him, bidding him to continue.
Eventually his mouth followed the same trail down my belly that his fingers had made not so long ago. I could feel every silky, smooth hair on my body rise up to meet his touch, as if every single one of them wanted their own special attention. He hesitated a moment at the apex of my thighs and his hands parted my legs even further, using his fingers to part the petals of my rosebud. As he peeked in, he blew steamy, sexy breath that felt so cool and electrifying, into my practically throbbing wetness. I heard myself moan his name in pleasure. His response was to flick the very tip of my clitoris with his tongue. Once… Twice… I felt his finger barely enter me and circle around inside as he flicked his tongue again. Every flick harder and closer and with every flick I parted my legs a little farther, begging him for more.
While one of his hands was barely tickling around inside of me and his tongue was working magic on my pussy, his other hand (I can’t tell you which one, I can barely remember this much!) wandered back up my chest and cupped one of my breasts in the palm of his hand while his thumb roughly rubbed against the nipple. My back arched even further, filling his hand completely with my breast and pushing my love candy right into his mouth. Loverman responded by sucking my clitoris into his mouth and I felt my body rising to climax. I felt him humming happily as he drew his tongue back and forth against my swollen clit. That humming felt so good, along with all the other stimulation, I came again almost immediately. His oral rhythm slowed as he inserted his finger a little further inside of me, exploring for that inner g-spot, finding it successfully and rocking my body to yet another orgasm!
Pleased with himself, he stopped pleasuring me only for a moment in order to stand up at the side of the bed. He grabbed me by the hips again, but this time he pulled my body over to the edge of the bed, matching my hips up to his as he stood there. I could feel him poke softly a few times and then he slid his throbbing thickness into my velvety wetness. We moaned in unison as he entered into me completely; holding himself inside of me for a moment as I caressed him with my inside muscles. He pulled out of me almost entirely and slowly embedded himself into me, deeper and deeper, over and over. My hips constantly keeping and changing rhythm with his. As he gradually increased speed to reach his climax, my body was racked with constant spasms of pleasure. Under my breath I was begging him, “Cum, Baby, cum! You feel so good. You need to cum. I feel like I’m going to explode!”
He plunged his stiffness into me one last time, filling me up thoroughly, and loudly groaned as total gratification embraced us both. It was amazing! I could practically hear my skin glowing I felt so bright. There was a huge smile on my face as Loverman laid his spent self on top of me and lay there with his own glow.
We laid there, tangled together, and dozed for an indeterminate amount of time. It felt so good to have him right there on top of me; so close…
I woke up to Loverman peeling his body away from mine. “No, baby! Don’t go! You feel so warm and comfortable laying there.”
“Mamacita is thirsty” is all he said as he walked over to the sink, filled up a cup with ice and water and brought it back to me. He’s so thoughtful my heart practically melted there on the spot. He also grabbed a towel to clean off our sweatiness and poured us each another margarita in our ‘fancy’ plastic cups.
We moved over to the other bed to sleep, or so he thought, but I was going to get my turn, too!
Smitten with Him 