“Oh,” she said, “that’s sooo cute!”
Moving my head back so as to see her face, “What’s ‘so cute’?”
When a man and woman are together, in time a part of their repartee will turn to good natured bantering, however, when a lifetime must be lived in three days, the good natured bantering might show up a bit sooner then “in time.”
Moving my head back so as to see her face, “What’s so cute?”
Looking at me, apparently this being one of those, ‘a bit sooner then in time times’, “Your teeny weenie.” she said.
“ ‘My teeny weenie’, huh!” Playfully pushing Barbara onto her back, I attempted to kiss her, but...
Covering her mouth with her hand, “Oh, baby, let me brush my teeth first!”
“No!” I said, attempting to slip my mouth beneath her hand. “I want to kiss you,” I said in a very authoritative voice, “now!”
“No, I’m too stinky.”
“Okay, then, I agree, ‘you’re stinky’!”
Pushing me back, “What do you mean ‘I’m stinky’?”
Barbara’s hands off her mouth, I kissed her lightly on the lips. “Yeah, you really are stinky!”
“And you really are a teeny weenie!”
Cyber Affair 12
Day Two 2: Saturday June 18, 2009
Kissing me on the nose, rolling over me, I watched the movement of her backside as she went into the bathroom.
Hearing tinkling, and a few seconds later...
“What time’s it?”
Walking to the bathroom, “Five-fifty-five.” And again standing at the open door, watching the reflection of Barbara’s jiggling breasts in the mirror as she brushed her teeth. No sooner did she spit the foam into the sink, no sooner did she rinse her mouth than my mouth was onto her mouth.
Breast to chest, belly to belly, thighs to thighs, hugging tightly, her hands clutching me, my hands clutching her, nude, we stood tightly together in the bathroom.
“Hey, honey,” poking her on the thigh, “see,” I said, “it ain’t no ‘teeny weenie’ anymore.”
Reaching down, “Yeah,” holding me, “I see... Wanna hop in the shower with me?”
“I just took a shower.”
“So,” she said friendly/sternly, “what’s your point?”
Adjusting the hot and cold water, stepping into the tub first, holding her hand, I helped Barbara into the tub.
“Here,” pouring liquid soap onto the washcloth, “turn around.”
Scrubbing my back...
“Your turn,” I said. Lightly rubbing the cloth over her chest, over her tummy, watching as the circumference of her light pink nipples darkened and tightened...
Hot water streaming onto me, onto her, kissing, our bodies now tightly encircled by her arms, by my arms.
Our lips parting and our eyes opening, both of us looked into the eyes of the other as, reaching to me...
I guess this being one of those, ‘let’s see what happens times’ because...
Glancing down, “Mitchie, where’d it go?”
“Honey, making love to you in this shower would be great and you know I’d love to do it, but...” Seeing concern on her face. “Honey, I’m a seventy-four year old guy and to screw in a shower, standing up, a guy would either have to be some kind of a contortionist or have much more than...”
Looking downward, Barbara’s eyes following mine.
“...a teeny weenie.” I said jokingly/tearfully.
Catching the jocular tone, looking up, she smiled.
“Maybe, baby, fifty years ago it would’ve worked, but now?” I shrugged my shoulders.
“That's okay, honey, just being here with you is all I want.”
Looking at the waitress in the Allerton Hotel Coffee Shop, “Orange juice,” Barbara said, “Eggs over easy, sausage and whole wheat toast.”
“Yes, ma’am... You, sir?”
“I’ll have eggs over medium,” looking at the waitress. “I don’t like them hard or runny.”
“Sausage, hash-browns cooked crispy, a toasted bagel, please, and coffee.”
Waiting until the waitress left, “You nervous?” I asked.
“Yes, sure!” she said, looking at me. “I told you I was really shy!”
Smiling, “You sure couldn’t tell it by me.”
Thinking she knew what I was referring to, which in fact I was, turning a bit red, Barbara blushed.
As though loath to be further than within a hands reach, sitting closely side by side in the booth, squeezing her thigh, “Yesterday at the airport,” I said, teasing her, “that kiss you gave a perfect stranger...”
“You weren't a perfect stranger.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t know that when you planted that big fat juicy kiss on what may have been a perfect stranger.”
“I saw pictures of you, remember?”
“Yeah, sure! And then last night...”
“...I want you to know, Mitchie, I’ve never done that before, not even close to it! Not even with my husband.”
“I know, honey.” lifting her hand, I kissed it.
“I’ll never forget last night, Mitchie.”
“Yeah, me, too.” Quiet a moment, remembering the promise I made to myself not to allow myself to think of tomorrow, forcing my mind elsewhere... “Uh, so what are you going to recite?”
Glancing at my watch, “When are we supposed to be there?”
“It starts at nine, but they want us there at least a half hour earlier so we can find our group.”
“Who are you going to introduce me as?”
“Who would you like me to introduce you as?”
My hand still on her thigh, squeezing it lightly, “Your husband.” I said softly.
“Oh, Mitchie,” tears coming to her eyes, “I only wish.”
“Yeah, me, too.”
To be continued
©March 11, 2012 / Mark M. Lichterman