Stepping out of the gangway into the airport -- our eyes meet. My heart leaps inside my chest at our first site. He is just as I remembered; I had not forgotten his face or his bearing after all. We smile, he steps up to me and pulls me into his arms. I bury my face in his neck and breathe his scent. Secretly, I want to cry -- this is home -- a familiarity that soothes my soul. He kisses the top of my head.
Looking into his eyes, I jokingly tell him, "There is nothing better out there in the world than this, so stop looking."
He laughs, takes my face in his hands and kisses me soft and warm. Kisses me as if he cannot get enough and at last I feel desired. "Let's get out of her," he whispers into my ear. I know what he has in mind....then again, maybe I don't. A tickle shimmers in my stomach at the unexpected.
I know, I know, I packed the kitchen sink, again. You know how I arm!!! I have to be prepared. I drop my head mimicking shame and so the game begins!!!
Shaking his head we set off for the car. Down the hall, I suddenly stop and pull him back a step....Look!!! With a feigned gasp, "Oh my god....it is an empty wall!!! Over there!!!
Oh no you don't. We are not going to do that....I need more privacy. Do not want to cause a scene, eh???
Even though the wall is just begging for my ass to be imprinted on it, under my breath, I whisper, "Coward".
"Come on.... He admonishes and pulls me into step again as we head out of the door to the parking lot. Tossing my bag into the back seat, he straightens to face me. I lean him against the side of the car, kiss his neck and stroke slowly between his nicely muscles thighs. Squeezing him gently, I whisper in his ear, "I am ready now, no one will see, let's do it, quick here."
He grabs my wrists stopping my hand from its purpose. Leaning harder against him, raising a knee, I place it on the fender next to his hip, pinning him against the car.
Come one, be brave this one time, it does not have to take long. I just need to feel you inside me now. With a lusty tone to my voice.....let's show em' how it is done.
Grabbing my arms he easily lifts me off of him. Holding onto me, kisses me deeply then guides me to the car door. Get in. We will be at my place in no time.
One settled into the cat, I get a taste of what is to come. We kiss deeply, lighting our passion. His hand searches my body, and finally slips under my skirt. Move my own between his legs and the apparent desire fills my hand. I am cascading into the passion of our kiss and my mind is spiraling out of control. I only feel hot desire and the passion to be set loose. He gently pushes me back into my seat and starts the car without a word.
After a quick drive-by tour of the town, pointing out highlights along the way, we arrive at this apartment. Opening the door for me, I step in and my first sense of the pace is -- coziness. It is overstuffed but that is not surprising.
Oh, I nearly forgot, I brought you a little house-warming present!!! I reach into my bag and I pull out a box. He takes it from me, glancing sidelong at me. I know he does not like to receive gifts. It embarrasses him for some reason.
It is really nothing, I assure you, I made it myself so you know it did not cost much. We sit on the couch and he opens the box. Inside is a hand-bound leather journal. I have always encouraged him to write. He has much to say, to express. I feel he should write it down, if only for his son to read one day, far into the future.
It is a personal journal....not a diary....but a place to write down feelings, memories of your family, and your personal life. Your parents and grandparents lives. What they went through, what you went through. Anything!!! You do not need to eloquent or philosophical; as a matter of fact it is best if it is in your own speaking style. There are no rules when writing in a journal. I explain. Fill it with what is in your hear and heart. Teach what you have learned the hard way. Put down your hopes and the dreams for your son and for their children. Then put it away for them to read and cherish one day.
