Chapter 822 Part 2:
Pent up sexual frustration really is something. From what the lady has said, prior to the last several days, it was a long time since she has had intercourse and even longer since she enjoyed the experience. This begs to ask the question, can one forget how to be good in bed? Are there certain perishable skills that disappear with time and inactivity? I can’t really speak to that from the male perspective as I believe practice makes perfect, but I can from the other side of the coin, sort of. The lady may have gone through a long dry spell preceded by a long period of sexual frustration, but she either very quickly returned to peak form or a tigress was sleeping within her all along. She may have even demonstrated a few talents, learned or inherent, that took me by surprise. I know I have already bragged about our sexual compatibility, but I don’t know if I have or will find a way to express in words how very in sync we are when it comes to the horizontal arts. That tigress is definitely awake now.
After a night of passion post karaoke, a quick follow up sleepover at my place, a trip to a hostel and another sleepover at her place I thought maybe the lady would want a day or two off to recover and contemplate how we have taken our relationship to the next level. I was wrong. When she called I thought we were going to just have a nice mid-day chat, like we seem to do often. Nope, she was calling to make sure I was going to be home this afternoon, I was open to a visitor, and I would be limbered up and ready to go. Check, check and check. I was happy that she had a bit of a drive ahead of her because it gave me a chance to throw my bedding into the dryer for a steam refresh, take out the trash and straighten up the place. Plus I had to dust off Limonjalo and make sure he was presentable. I thought about standing outside the way God made me when she pulled up, but then imagined a property developer or surveyor driving by and being forced to question his own sexual orientation. Instead I just sat on the patio and waited impatiently.
When the gate rolled open and she started to drive in, I hopped up and met her at the driver’s side door. I was really happy that the gate was set to shut automatically because we never even made it inside. If I ever tell this story in the future I will claim that she was on me like a CNN reporter on a fake news story, but in truth we were both fully engaged in the moment. Under the sky, in full view of nature and any unlikely passersby, we made certain any reference to dry spells would be past tense. The lady is borderline insatiable and does not suffer from any kind of performance anxiety. I should also give credit to the manufacturer of that Amazon chaise lounge. Strong and sturdy with just the right amount of cushioning and flex. Whatever Chinese youngster built this in Shanghai deserves both a raise and a day off with pay. Don’t take this praise lightly, it really was a quality build that was subject to and passed a rugged endurance test.
Once I caught my breath and received a farewell for the moment kiss, I watched as the lady gathered her clothes and went inside. It was only then that my mind accepted that the faint chime in the distance was coming from her Audi. The door was hanging wide open and it was starting to sprinkle. I put on my boxer briefs and remedied the situation, looking inside to see if there was a travel bag or something that I should bring into the residence. The only thing I saw was a large semi-heavy cloth tote on the front passenger’s seat so I grabbed it just in case. I was unsure if this was going to be a sleepover or just a very fortuitous meet up, I was game either way. She has been calling the shots when it comes to extracurricular activities since the beginning and at this point I saw no reason to change that. Not after that kind of patio passion. I also now know what age women reach their sexual peak, its 43 years old. Exactly 43 years old. If I have miscalculated and its 44, I will likely end up in a wheel chair or will possibly fall into a coma sometime after her birthday.
I went inside and heard the shower running in the bathroom. I shouted over the water advising I had brought in her tote and asking if she wanted something to eat. She said “thank you and absolutely” so I pulled a couple thick cut pork chops out of the fridge that were soaking in brine and put fire to charcoal in the kettle grill. I learned my lesson about being prepared during her last visit. By the time I was slicing, oiling and seasoning some zucchini and squash she appeared, somehow all clean and looking like her makeup had been reapplied. I hit the chops with an ample layer of dry rub and put all the grill bound food on a tray. I asked her if she would mind setting out a couple plates and some silverware as I went outside to start cooking. When I returned she had not only set the table, adding napkins, salt, pepper and other items, she had also placed some freshly washed berries in a plastic bowl and put a cold bottle of cream soda next to my plate. We worked as a team to throw together an above average dining experience. In the same way that we have incredible physical compatibility, we also have incredible harmony outside of the throws of passion. I can almost hear the lady say “teamwork makes the dream work” in my mind, as I have heard her say it so many times. The meal was nice, the company was even better. We talked, we laughed and she told me yet again that I was her favorite person.
The lady retrieved her tote from the counter and asked me to join her on the sofa. Okay, it’s a futon but for the time being I am pretending it’s a sofa. After telling me how amazing the last several weeks have been and how close she feels to me, she reached in to the tote and pulled out a small wrapped box and handed it over. I was a bit surprised but opened it to find a hard plastic jewelry box containing an 18k gold necklace that featured an 18k gold bullet with a small tag on it that said “open me”. I twisted the bullet and sure enough the rim of the simulate case turned to reveal a small handwritten note inside. The rolled up note said “For as long as I have you, I will cherish you, honor you and respect everything about you” followed by three small hearts drawn in black ink. This woman has a way of hitting me in the feels that I am completely unaccustomed to and unprepared to deal with. Fortunately before I had to, she presented another wrapped box, this one rectangular and flat. While I made it known that she did not need to buy me gifts, she eagerly dismissed my words and told me to open it. Inside was a framed and matted multi-color map with documented coordinates, the words “where it all began” and a July date beautifully printed across white cardstock in a separate opening in the matting. It did not take long for me to realize that the center point of the map, where a small red heart was drawn, was the location of the supper club where our two lives intersected. I could see small tears welling up in her eyes as her big smile tried to hide them. The gifts were wonderful, and I made to sure to express that, but seeing those tears made me start to choke up. This lady has clearly tapped into something that has been dormant for the entirety of the life so far. We held each other closely for a moment before I mustered the ability to thank her again and tell her that I truly appreciated the gifts. She exclaimed “There’s one more!” before grabbing the tote and producing yet another wrapped box. “This is too much” I said but once again she dismissed me and told me to open it. I was initially surprised to find a nice well-made black Galco leather belt with a dark buckle inside the small box, until I noticed some words burned into the inside of the leather that made laugh out loud, “now you will always think of me when you take off your pants”.
After some kissing, and confirming our date for Saturday, she suggested we take tomorrow to relax and recuperate. That will officially end our 6 day streak and preserve the opportunity to set a new record in the coming weeks. And just like that, after only 2 ½ hours, she was on her way back to the big city. Leaving me to do all the clean up again, not that I minded.
Pride and ego aside, as happy as I am that I found a salacious lady with the sex drive of a teenage groupie, I am grateful for the day off. I completely understand now why people own hot tubs and why 20,000 tons of ibuprofen are produced every year. I was also feeling a certain kind of way about her gifts and her affection toward me. Like I said earlier, that lady has a way about her that I am unaccustomed to and unprepared for. And something tells me I better get prepared because I don’t think she’s going away any time soon.