Ours is a perfect couple. A couple like those in a romance with an amazing, open relationship. We talk, I mean, we really talk, sharing everything about our jobs or our hobbies, about our feelings or the last book we read. We talk while having breakfast or during dinner or before going to sleep.
He raises horses, I am an assistant manager in a local store. Also, we have amazing sex.
Every morning I wake up and share my dreams with him, and then we make love.
Then he shares his dreams with me, and we make love again.
After our day at work, we go home, and we talk about our day, and make love. After dinner we sit on the couch, hugging, watching a movie or reading something, and sometimes we make love.
We never get bored.
We both have a hobby – writing novels.
We met three years ago when he wrote me an email by mistake. After a few lines of that email, I figured out that that email wasn’t for me. It was too personal, and I didn’t know this guy, although he sounded interesting. I replied to him saying that unfortunately I wasn’t the right person. He apologized.
The day after, he wrote me another email saying that this time it wasn’t a mistake, that email was meant to me. And this was the beginning, he started talking about his horses and I about my job and my hobby.
In a few weeks we exchanged emails every day, weekends included, sometimes twice a day, talking about everything. I liked him a lot. I could be myself with him. I didn’t need to smile if I didn’t want to, and I could be naked or in my pj’s, and he wouldn’t see me. I confided him some choices I had to make, and he supported me all the way.
After a few emails, we knew each other better than anyone else.
We never exchanged a photo or phone numbers, so we didn’t know the sound of our voices. I didn’t know his real name, but just his nickname, Rex.
We promised to keep it this way to not ruin everything. With a fantasy I don’t fight, I only talk and make love and I am loved in the way I prefer. It’s like having an imaginary friend.
After I got promoted as manager in my company, I had to go to Houston to meet all the other managers.
I checked in at the hotel and the receptionist gave me a message someone left. The message said:
“Dinner at Giacomo’s. 7:30. Can’t wait to meet you.”
It was from one of the managers I was going to meet the day after that, apparently.
“Ok, thank you. Oh, excuse me, do you know how far this place is?” I asked the receptionist showing her the name of the place.
“It’s just two blocks from here. You turn right when you exit here, and you’ll see it because there will be a long line outside. I bet you have a reservation. It takes weeks to have a table unless you have the right acquaintance. If you have a reservation, skip the line and head to the entrance.”
“So, I might need to wear a dress, right?”
“That would be better. But I’m sure you look just beautiful with anything,” answered the receptionist.
The comment pleased me very much, so I said, “Thank you! I appreciate your compliment. Thank you for all your help. I better go. Have a good night.”
“You as well, Ma’am.”
I took the elevator and when I got to my room I found a basket on the table containing fruits, cupcakes, and water. The hotel manager was looking for a nice tip.
Before leaving the room I checked my phone for an email from Rex. I was a little disappointed when I didn’t find any. I wrote a quick one saying I was in Houston and everything was fine, then I sent it.
When I arrived at the restaurant I gave my name to the maître d’ and he said, “Yes, Ma’am. Your party is already here. Follow me please.”
He showed me to a table in a corner by the window. There was a man. He stood up and introduced himself.
“Good evening Lucy. My name is Robert.”
“Nice to meet you, Robert.” I mentally ran the list of the attendees to the meeting, and I couldn’t remember any Robert. He was a handsome man.
“Nice place,” I said looking around.
“Italian food, it’s my favorite,” Robert said.
“So, do you want to talk about the presentation for tomorrow’s meeting?” I asked after a moment.
He looked at me and smiled. He had a very warm smile that lit his eyes, dark mustache to highlight his lips. He had a South accent that made me think about country music. Then he said, “Lucy, everybody knows me as Rex.”
I was speechless. He wasn’t one of the managers I was going to meet the day after. He was Rex and he was in front of me in bones and flash.
I froze on my chair, staring at the tablecloth, trying to decide if I wanted to run away, or if the curiosity to finally be with him was making me stay at that table. I couldn’t look at him, not yet at least. First I needed to decide.
He didn’t say a word. He knew what was going on in my head and he gave me all the time to think about it and decide.
‘Stay,’ a voice in my head said, ‘Find out if the feelings are real. Just for one night.’
‘Run,’ another voice said, ‘Don’t allow him to ruin the fantasy. If you stay you won’t be able to go back to your life.’
I pulled up my head and allowed my eyes to glare at him and memorize his features. I wanted to see how he really looked. I wanted to see his hands and imagine how they might feel on my body. I was standing at the door to a fantasy. All I had to do was walk through it.
I felt my eyes filling with tears. I could see his worried expression. He wanted me to stay. I couldn’t speak, nor eat, I couldn’t even breathe.
“Why?” I said with a shaking voice, “Why are you doing this? It was the perfect fantasy, and you want to ruin it. Why?” Tears started shedding my cheeks.
“Because I want you to trust me. I want to feel you, to be with you, if only for one second. If you want to leave I can understand, and I won’t stop you. But I’d love you to stay at least for the duration of the dinner.”
I stood up and left the restaurant. I needed air and to walk. He followed me and walked beside me without talking for a while.
Then he broke the silence, “The other day you told me about this trip, and you told me the hotel where you were going to stay. Why? For how I see it, maybe a part of you wanted me to be here.”
I stopped and looking at him, I said, “Understanding the language of what isn’t being said.”
“What?”
Looking at the sky, I said, “It’s a phrase I heard in a movie about communication. You understood the things I didn’t say. You are the good one.”
He hugged me. It was a simple hug to make me feel his closeness. Then it became a totally different hug. Our bodies became one. Then our mouths became one. I had goosebumps all over my body.
I couldn’t stop at that point. It was too late. My body made the decision for me.
“My room or yours?” I asked almost breathless.
“Yours is for sure better and cleaner,” he answered taking my hand and walking toward the hotel.
In the moment we stepped into my room, he gently pushed me against the wall, slipping his tongue in my mouth, devouring my tongue, while his hands tried to open my shirt.
My head was spinning. I moved my hands to his butt pushing him against my body to feel his hard cock against my mound. I started rocking my hips against his cock.
Too fast. It was all too fast. I couldn’t breathe and I didn’t want this to end too soon. If this was the only chance for us to be together, I wanted to relish every single second.
“Wait. I need to breathe,” I said pushing him away. I needed a glass of water.
I went to the minibar and realized my shirt was half open, my bra was unhooked, and my boobs were wobbling, but in that moment I didn’t care. I wanted to be naked, with him, for him. I drank some water and I offered him some, always staring at his eyes. I wanted to memorize every nuance of his eyes.
“We need to slow down and fully relish this only night together,” he said, voicing my exact thoughts.
“Are you a mind reader?” I asked, without ever looking away, unbuttoning my shirt, removing my bra, and unzipping my skirt.
He sat on the bed enjoying the show. I slowly pulled down my skirt and turned to show him my backside. I sensually bent on my waist while pulling down my pantyhose. I heard him sighing.
When I was naked, in front of him, he stood up and pulled down his pants and his shirt. The bulge in his briefs was getting bigger and I couldn’t wait to touch him. I got closer and pulled my arms around his neck to kiss him. The feeling of his skin against my own was amazing. My breasts were pressing to his chest.
“Lie down on the bed. You need a massage,” he whispered in my ear.
Oh my. A dream comes true. In our exchange of emails sharing our fantasies, we shared this one about a massage. It kept me awake so many times thinking of his hands on my body.
He started from my shoulders. I was tense.
“Oh my! You are really good! I thought it was just one of your fantasies, instead you’re really good at massaging.” I was in heaven.
His hands slowly moved down to my back to the top of my butt cheeks. Then he went down to my calves.
“Teaser! I was ready for something else,” I said disappointedly but not completely. I really didn’t want to go too fast and wanted to enjoy every instant of this encounter.
After my calves, he moved up to my thighs. He slightly opened my legs and continued the massage. He then blew to the cleft of my butt. The sensation was incredibly erotic. The massage moved to my butt, opening, and closing my cleft. A finger slipped between my cheeks and started to massage between.
At this point I’m pretty sure I wasn’t breathing anymore and that my heart jumped out of my chest. The sensation was new. Nobody ever touched me there and I didn’t know yet if I liked it or not.
I closed my eyes and decided not to think too much but just live the sensations. I let my body be free to react, trying to keep my brain out of it. It was a hard challenge. It was a superb feeling.
He bent down to whisper at my ear, “You are getting wet my sweetheart.”
“I wonder why,” I managed to say, panting.
He lay down beside me, his finger still there, his lips on my shoulder. I couldn’t move.
I just opened my legs more and I started to follow his rhythm with my hips.
He then said, “Turn on your back please. I want to see your face and all your luscious body. “
When I was on my back I hugged my arms around his neck to kiss him. He moved on top of me and started kissing my eyes, my mouth, my jaw, my neck, down to my shoulder, and to my breasts, one first and the other then. I’ve never felt anything special around my breasts and nipples. Not that I didn’t like it, but it’s never been very, or so I thought. I let him do it because I liked it and he seemed to like my breasts very much.
He didn’t stop after sucking. He was biting my nipples, little bites sending little jolts all over my body, especially down to the core between my legs. When he pulled my breast up in a cone sucking my nipple, I almost came.
My hands were stroking his back and his head while he continued his journey over my body. His hands were massaging my breasts and with his finger and thumb he was rolling my left nipple.
My brain was in total blackout. I just wanted to feel and save all these incredible sensations in my memory.
Then he arrived at my core. He opened my legs and started kissing and licking my nether lips. Oh, it was amazing. I arched my back moaning for pleasure.
I pulled up my knees to open my legs wider. My body was acting spontaneously.
When I felt a finger entering my pussy I screamed and arched my back more. Inside my belly I started feeling something rolling. My nipples were hard like rocks. His finger was hooking to touch my g-spot. I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Cum for me Honey,” he whispered.
That was it. I started shaking and crying out. He didn’t stop. I wanted him inside me and when that happened, we became one.
When I woke up the following morning, my eyes still closed, I thought it was just a dream. and that I didn’t really meet him. Then I felt a presence in the bed. Actually, the presence was more between my butt’s cheeks, and an arm was on my belly and the hand attached to that arm was stroking my breast.
“Good morning my sexy red-head. How are you doing today?”
It was all real. I really did meet him.
I had a meeting to attend in less than two hours. I had to bring my head to that meeting and be professional.
Then, after work, I would take care of what’s going to happen in my life from now on.
