Coming Together: Special Hurricane Relief Edition (11 page)

"I
know."

I
shook my head. So irresponsible, clear-headed, which was exactly what
I was beginning to say before I was cut off.

"Look.
I know. I know. But I rented a room for the weekend. I want you to
come down here."

"No."
Sounding quite pissed-off.

"Yes.
It's going to be a beautiful day. Come on. We need this."

I
couldn't deny that. I did need to just relax. Work was becoming very
difficult to deal with, and I was taking it out on the one person who
meant everything to me. Every time I would come home, my thoughts and
conversation orbited my job, my anger, and the inabilities of
everyone around me. Our relationship was becoming strained. We hardly
talked about what mattered to "us" anymore and I knew that
I wasn't helping much. We had a huge fight last night after dinner.
The fight dealt with my getting older, being stuck in a dead end
job and quite possibly a dead end relationship. There were quite a
few colorful words spat at each other, and instead of sleeping at my
house, he sped off to his apartment.

I
was still angry with him and really didn't want to see him. I thought
of every excuse I could say, but as I opened my mouth the only words
that came out was, "Fine." I heard his soft laughter from
the other end of the phone and smiled. I pictured him in my mind.
Tall, brown hair that was thinning, brown eyes, and a gorgeous smile.
He hadn't exercised much lately, but his body was still in wonderful
shape. Although I loved feeling safe in his arms, the warmth of his
body, and inhaling his scent, something was missing. I missed feeling
romantic with him. The passion in our relationship was starting to
dwindle. I found myself fantasizing about other men, flirting with
them, sometimes wondering what it would be like to be fucked by
another man. Our lovemaking had become rudimentary. Getting it in
before it was too late, then giving a quick kiss before falling
asleep. "I'm not getting any younger," I was beginning to
think. "Is this all there is?"

"Great!"
Mike said. "You know the place. Room 16. See you soon. Be
careful!"

"Bye."
I sighed as I hung up. I paid the cashier and started to the parking
lot. I breathed in deeply when I saw the sun shining. "Maybe
things will be brightening up after all!" On my way home, I
thought about what I would say to Mike. Perhaps ask him for a bit of
a break. Just to see where my life is heading. But every time I tried
to think what to say, I just couldn't come up with the right words. I
was hoping that the ride down the shore would clear my mind. Maybe I
was looking into everything just far too much. He never seemed to
have a problem expressing himself, and I knew he didn't want out of
this relationship. I didn't either. I loved him deeply.

When
I finally got home, I threw my bathing suit into my duffle and put on
a pair of blue shorts with a tight, white tank top. Tossing my bag
into the back seat, I hit the road. Since the weather was holding
out, I put the top down of my convertible. I loved my car: a 1969
blue Camaro SS with black "bumble bee" striping. The old
man I'd bought it from had rambled on about the 350 engine, the
horsepower, and how the model was one of the first to have air
conditioning and blah, blah, blah. But all I'd seen and what had won
me over was the shape of the car and that it had hide-away
headlights. "Women!" was all the guy had said as I had
written a check and driven the car away.

Mike
knows a heck of a lot more than I do about cars and racing cars. He
stopped dead in his tracks when he first saw my car, and I swear it
was love at first sight. I often joked to him that if I got rid of
the car, he'd probably leave me. With the wind whipping through my
hair and my music on, traveling down the shore went quickly. Pulling
into the hotel parking lot, I noticed a white note on the door of the
room Mike rented. "Now what?" I thought as I reached the
door and ripped the note off. It read:

"G
- Didn't want to waste the sun. Meet me on the beach! - M"

I
shook my head and tried the door. "Locked!" I laughed a
not-so-funny laugh. I made my way toward the beach and noticed that
the sun was going in and the wind becoming a bit colder. I looked up
to the sky and saw that the clouds were getting thick and black. Not
so surprisingly, the beach wasn't that crowded. It was nearing the
end of the summer and most of the vacationers had already packed up
on Labor Day, so the weekend was pretty light. I shaded my eyes and
searched for Mike. Kicking off my flip flops, I walked on the sand
until I was stopped by his voice.

"Hey,
beautiful!"

I
turned around in its direction and saw him
standing there with
his arms open. I walked slowly over to him, and he embraced me. I
breathed his scent in deeply and wrapped my arms around him.
Everything that I hated about him at that moment faded away. I knew I
loved him and wanted to be with him forever. In his arms was where I
belonged.

"I
am sorry about last night." he said into my hair, his breath
tickling my ear.

"Me,
too." I hugged him tighter and then pulled away to receive his
warm kiss. The kiss was a familiar kiss. My mouth opened to receive
his tongue as it flicked around mine, tasting me. Suddenly he pulled
away.

"Hey...wait!
Look..." he said as he pointed behind him. There was a blanket
laid out on the sand, with a picnic basket on one side and a bottle
of wine leaning next to it. I looked at him with my mouth open. He
never did anything like that. I wasn't even sure if he knew how. He
grabbed my hand and walked me over to the blanket. He reached down,
opened the bottle, and poured me a glass of wine. "Madame, your
wine!" he said teasingly.

"Merci!"
I laughingly replied, taking the plastic wineglass. "Oh, very
fancy!" I teased as we tapped our glasses in silent toast.

Before
I could even take a sip, there was a huge thunderclap, and it began
to rain.

"Oh!
NO!" I screamed, dropping my glass on the blanket. "My
convertible is down!"

We
both ran but by the time we had the top put in place, we were totally
drenched. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Staring at the
rain soaked interior, I realized I was crying, as I could taste the
salt tears sliding on my lips. Even when Mike wrapped his arms around
me, I couldn't stop crying. He just held me, stroking my hair and
leaving little kisses here and there on my face and the top of my
head.

"Hey,
babe... it's okay!"

Nodding
my head against his shoulder, I knew he was right. I knew at that
moment, being held in his warm embrace, that everything was going to
be all right. I took a deep breath and wiped my tears away. "Your
picnic is ruined!" I sniffled. "It was so romantic, too."

"Our
picnic...and it's not ruined. Let's go inside and... Oh, no!"
Mike moaned and searched his shorts pocket frantically.

"
What
now?" I laughed incredulously.

"The
room key is in the picnic basket."

"Well,
I'd suggest going into the car, but my bag is on the blanket, and
guess what's inside?"

"Don't
tell me!"

We
both looked at each other and started to laugh. "When it rains,
it pours, huh?" I said, biting my lip and shaking my head.

"Well,
since we are already wet, what do you say we continue our picnic?"
Mike suggested, lifting his eyebrows up and down.

This
was so unlike him, but I didn't want to say that to him and ruin the
moment. I just smiled at him and nodded. We stopped every once in a
while on our way to the blanket, hugging, kissing and laughing at our
silliness. Mike's eyes never really made it all the way to my face;
his gaze burning into my torso, watching the way my nipples were
protruding through my thin, very wet tank top. When we got to the
blanket, Mike pulled me close to him, his hands sliding under my
tank, caressing my wet skin. His fingers splayed out on my ribs, then
moved to my back, pulling me even closer—so close I could feel
his skin against my breasts.

The
rain was coming down lighter now, but we hardly noticed as we dropped
to the blanket. I winced as I landed on top of the plastic wine
glass, but forgot about it as Mike began to kiss my face, trailing
kisses along my neck and sucking the rain through my shirt in an
attempt to suck upon my nipples.

Reaching
up and cradling his head in my hands, I quickly rolled so that I was
sitting on top of him, straddling his waist. I slowly removed my
shirt, tossing it on the blanket. Mike moaned and sat up, his mouth
hungrily taking in my breast, his tongue flicking the nipple, his
teeth gently nipping it. My hands gripped his hair, pulling his face
closer as I arched my head back, feeling the rain dance off my face.
I closed my eyes and pictured what we were doing: a fantasy of mine
that I never imagined Mike would ever make come true. I felt my body
begin to tingle with arousal. I arched my back as Mike's tongue
licked the rain off my stomach, reaching the top of my shorts. He
pulled away only to undo the button and zipper and push my shorts
down my hips. We laughed as the rain made it impossible to remove my
shorts quickly, the soaked materials almost sticking to my skin. But
the laughter stopped as he began to caress my skin, looking deep into
my eyes.

"I
love the way you feel. I could never imagine being with someone
else," Mike whispered against my skin. I moaned as his tongue
began to lightly lick my pussy, sliding between the lips, flicking my
clit slowly. I moved my hips with every stroke of his tongue. His
hands burned my skin as he held on to my hips, sliding his fingers
around to grab hold of my ass. I grabbed his hair not knowing if I
should pull him up, or push him deeper into me. As if he read my
thoughts, he looked up at me with a rain-drenched face, his lips
glistening of a mixture of me and the rain, and I felt my heart beat
harder.

When
Mike began to remove his clothes, I playfully slapped his hands away
and took my time peeling off his shirt. I licked his skin, kissing
his chest, sucking the rain and tickling his nipples with my tongue.
"Lie down," I commanded him, and I continued to kiss his
stomach. I undid his shorts, removed his boxers and then laid my body
against his for just a second, reveling in the way the misty rain
created a warm, wet blanket around us. Slowly, I slid my hands up and
down the sides of his body, using my fingernails, creating tiny goose
bumps.

One
of the things I love about him are his shoulders. They are so strong
from working out and I kissed them lovingly, nibbling gently at the
top and working my way down to his biceps. I caressed the skin and
watched as he closed his eyes, enjoying every part of my lovemaking.
I returned my kisses to his chest, again licking a line down his
stomach, I felt his cock pressing against my chin. I love his cock;
thick, smooth, perfect. I loved the way it felt in my mouth, my
pussy, my ass. I buried my face in his pelvis, growling into the warm
flesh and nipped him. I laughed at his response of moans and groans.
He reached for me and pulled me up.

"Yes,"
I thought as I looked into his eyes. "This is just what I've
been wanting." I knelt before him, and looked up at him. Mike
slid his hands up my ribcage, pulled me up along his body. I moaned
as he lifted me up and slid into me. My nipples rubbed against his
chest hair as I wrapped my legs around his waist; my thigh muscles
contracted and pulled his body closer.

I
moaned as he entered me, my hands gripping his biceps, and I bent my
head to lick and bite his shoulders. He began to fuck me slowly and
gently with long strokes. I pulled my hips up and down, sliding my
wet pussy against the hard shaft of his cock, bringing him deeper
inside. It was impossible to keep my eyes open in the rain, but I
tried to watch his face through half-closed eyelids. Watching the
lust play out on his face brought unbelievable pleasure to me, and I
was crying out when he began to pound into me, faster and faster. I
could taste the salt rain on his lips and I slid my tongue into his
mouth. My fingers entangled themselves into his hair and just for
second we paused, letting the passion fill our bodies, listening to a
background of thunder and the rain pattering on our blanket. His
hands gripped my hips and he began to thrust harder. I closed my eyes
and felt his warm breath upon my face. I felt his nails biting into
my flesh, pulling me closer, pushing into me. I gasped at the
pleasure mixed with pain as his cock plunged deeper into me. I
whispered in his ear words of pleasure and desire. My tongue licked
at his ear and I kissed him along his jawline.

I
whispered against his neck that I was ready, my cries mingled with
his moans of pleasure as he began to strain and push harder. He
plunged into me over and over again, filling me with his aftermath of
pleasure.