Holiday Romance ch 3 - Trip to USA
Cliff had been working for ten hours. He had a responsible job, and people had been bothering him all day with problems. It doesn't do to be good at IT – everyone wants you to fix their system. Now, Cliff sat in his car in the traffic queue. What on earth was the problem, didn't usually get any delays here. He sat there and thought of his Jeannie, thousands of miles away, imagined her sitting by him right now, no panties on, pleasuring herself and reaching over and fondling his groin right now, and he closed his eyes and felt his erection start to swell in his pants. No one would see. He snuck a hand down there and rubbed until the cream came. Ohhhh, Jeannie, Jeannie, Jeannie!
As he enjoyed the tingly sensations afterwards, he thought of the times he had had back in Britain with her, the different ways he had enjoyed her, mainly out in the open and eventually in his bed. She had been shy at first, very British, very different from the girls he had been used to. She was travelling on holiday, and had assumed that a stranger was his wife at the railway station, and was so embarrassed when he put her right laughingly. She looked so cute, and he had fallen in love with her on the spot. At the end of that rail journey back to his Scottish island home, he had fortunately met her again, and managed to find out where she was staying before circumstances swept her away from him.
Now back in the States briefly to sort out some things regarding his former job, he was heading back to his rented house for a couple of nights. The traffic was moving again now, and he glanced wistfully at the empty seat next to him before moving on for the last couple of miles. In a daze of tiredness he arrived home and garaged the Chevy, crossed the drive and went round the back. The back door was unlocked – what was Charlie next door playing at? Could've been robbed. Must have a word with him.
Closing the door behind him, Cliff put down his bags, threw his keys on the kitchen table and opened the fridge. At least Irma next door had stocked up for him. He made a ham sandwich and some milky coffee, took them on a tray through to the den, and ate hungrily. He realised he must do something about himself after his admittedly enjoyable episode with Jeannie in the car just now. Smiling at the memory, he cleared away the tray of things and went through to the bathroom.
As he undressed, Cliff remembered how it had been... He undid his zipper, remembering when Jeannie had done just that, and how she had rubbed his erection through his tight briefs until it leaked, then taken it right out and taken the head into her soft wet mouth and tasted his pre-cum. He unbuttoned his shirt, remembering when Jeannie had done just that, and ran her fingers right down his body, round his groin and the full length of his cock. He stood naked, remembering a time before when he had stood before Jeannie, his dick so hard it was painful, admiring Jeannie's naked body, her full, round breasts, her pink, pointed nipples, the dark curls below her belly, the pink folds of skin just visible, prior to when he lifted her onto his bed and explored every inch of her beautiful body, both insatiable, making love into the night...... Cliff wanted some cock action right now, as in spite of his tiredness he was ready to burst, but his lady was thousands of miles away, and he was here alone, and needing a shower. He stepped in, closed the door, switched the water on.
In spite of the water, Cliff was now only half awake, and was beginning to go soft. After a few moments, when he had his eyes closed and was washing his hair, he could have sworn that he felt soapy hands around his body, stroking, rubbing, lathering. He could feel soapy fingertips pressing on his nipples. He could feel soapy fingers run down his belly. He could feel soapy hands rest upon his cock and grasp it hard. He kept his eyes shut, not wanting to break the illusion.
