Here in London, my wife departing for work with a brief peck on the cheek, a squeeze of my hand, and a smile. Another exhausting day in prospect for her, looking after others, their needs somehow never reducing no matter how much care they receive. Squeezing her hand back in admiration, have a good day darling.
In desperation, trying Jenny’s phone. Her voice answering chirpily on the third ring, hi, I’ve been waiting for you to ring me, when are you coming? Arrangements quickly made.
Arriving early, walking around Finsbury Park, now familiar environs, feeling a sense of peace, knowing that in fifteen minutes we’ll be smiling in recognition and hugging and she’ll be sucking me unasked. Five minutes to go, a text message on my phone, hi baby I’ve left the outside gate open, just come up when you’re ready.
Doing so, closing the outside gate behind me, climbing the grimy stairs, tapping on her door. Jenny’s face appearing. Immediately, the sense of knowing each other, having something special between us. Both of us unable to stop smiling.
Jenny pulling away, telling me, I know you, you don’t care about what I wear, you just want me naked. Stripping off her gown, sitting on the bed, nothing on bar a g-string. Come on baby, take your clothes off quickly, come to me here.
Complying. Lying naked on the bed. Jenny kissing my face briefly, then chest, then straight to my cock, hard already, taking it in her mouth. A deep shuddering relaxation settling softly on my body. Jenny with her sucking and stroking, and her smooth skin and curves, ministering to my needs both physical and spiritual. Long minutes passing, Jenny timelessly patient.
Changing positions, licking her, putting on a condom, entering her, making love. Chatting, stroking, smiling. After an hour, sated, satisfied. The lack of orgasm, irrelevant.
Dressing, kissing her goodbye, leaving, the smell of her sex still around my mouth. Relaxed and at peace for the first time in weeks.
