(No sexual stuff yet in this part, just a setup for what's to come. Based on real experiences with my Mistress. [Though not in the same way movies are "based" on a true story. This is 100% true, but dialogue may not be accurate to a T/exact words. And mundane stuff like doing laundry or cooking etc is left out]).
Driving on 40-55 speed highways for a half hour in order to avoid tolls and dealing with narrow lanes and narrow talent Mass-hole drivers drains my energy, but not determination. Despite such resolve, anxiety, jitters, and anticipation attacks my system full force as I pull onto my Momma's street and stop. Of course there are only resident spots available and not visitor, but I'm too excited to drive around searching - I just HAVE to see her.
Fluttering fingers fumble with my phone's buttons for a few moments, forced to delete and reenter numbers several times until I get frustrated and hold down the 1 button to speed dial her. It's apt... since that's what she is to me, Number One.
"Momma, I'm on your street! I'm parked at the intersection of Mabel and Chief."
"I'll be right there, Babyboy."
She had finally invited me to stay at her home, for a whole weekend no less! Excitement bubbles in my belly, along with the butterflies. In a feeble attempt to quell them, I plant my left foot on the floor of my Hyundai, bouncing my knee so rapidly that if someone sat on my lap they would be as likely to vomit as if riding a rollercoaster on a full stomach. With sweaty hands and shaky palms I smoke a cigarette to calm my nerves; watching, waiting for her to waltz on over. Every time I see an umbrella bob above car roofs down the street, my heart leaps in my chest - only to be repeatedly disappointed. I knew she'd make me wait... I smile and imagine her procrastinating until I called her and told her I was close to start getting ready.
While lighting my second cigarette I wind up dropping my lighter... There she is! Long, dark red hair sways in the wind with every sultry step she takes - walking, as always, with purpose. Those thick, luscious lips curl into one of her equally heart-melting and alluring smiles. Adorned in comfortable clothing, she's as sexy as ever - I'm a firm believer in it's not about what's being worn, but the wearer. A simple black hoodie and jeans - but damn do they show off her full hips and lovely legs.
I pull out of my parking spot both to pick her up so she can show me a safe place to park and to keep her from having to walk all the way over, as much as I'd love to watch. Each movement has a grace and confidence seldom seen in most women - she's always full of fabulousity. When next to her I stop and lean over to push her door open. She sits and I can't help but stare somewhat awkwardly, smiling from ear to ear.
"Come here,"
Looping her finger into the O ring on my collar, she pulls me towards her and our lips lock in a passionate, firm kiss. Her tongue slips in, slides against my own, and swirls around inside my mouth, before parting with a light smacking sound.
"So... whaddya think, Babyboy?"
In a hoarse voice I almost croak, "Perfect as always, Momma!"
After bringing her to a local bakery to pick up a cake (since it was my birthday), we park back on her street and she gives me a small tour of her neighborhood. The whole time I'm thinking, "Come on... come on... wanna go back to your place.. come on. Oh I don't wanna talk to this person... Fuck that monument!" Not that it wasn't a nice neighborhood, and I wasn't interested in JUST sex... but I could not wait to spend quality time with my Mistress... one on one time... after being apart so long. After what seemed like ages we walked back to her place. She opened her door and gave me such a sexy look from over her shoulder, and beckoned me in....
(To be continued)
