Sugar and Spice

I know I promised to write more about my continuing sex education in college, but my lover was in town this week and I got sidetracked. He lives in Brazil with his wife and kids, so I only get to see him when he is here on business every 4 to 6 weeks or so. This is not a relationship that is based on reality or day-to-day living. No one worries about doing the dishes or laundry. It is time together that is all about us and, let’s be honest here, all about sex. This is what makes the connection so intense and so non-sustainable.

I picked him up at the airport the other night. I met him off the plane in the baggage area. A full-body press and kiss hello, a whisper in his ear that I wasn’t wearing panties under my skirt, that I couldn’t wait to get him alone. I enjoyed his grin of appreciation and the way his eyes fastened on my ass on the way to the parking garage.

I had intended to tease him on the way home, but he had other ideas. I leaned down to unlock the trunk and felt his body covering me and his hands pulling up my skirt and one hand sliding between my legs. He told me he had been thinking about me all the way here and wanted me him right now, no waiting. There was no question about me being willing, his fingers told him how hot and wet I was, so wet that he slid into me in one push and held me there against the hood of the car and fucked me. Quick and intense and with no place in reality, just like our relationship.

Alex