Special Bond
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She used to tell me how much she missed me. And how she could hardly sleep when I was away at school because the house seemed so empty and eerily quiet. She would have strange dreams of waking up and not knowing where she was; of being unable to tell if she was dreaming or awake. She would speak of our ‘special bond’ and how much I completed her life. It was not very different for me. I was younger and my dreams were often sexual in nature, leaving me with a mess in my pajamas. Then I had to get out of my warm bed to clean myself and change pajamas. I found myself hurrying home each Friday after classes, knowing that she was waiting for me and, if all was right, she would be as eager to see me as I was to see her. It had become a Friday evening ritual, not always the same but a great disappointment if it did not happen. I would arrive home to her warm greeting, followed by a nice dinner, washing dishes, then some conversation. She would usually have a couple of drinks as we chatted, her telling me about her week and me telling about mine. By now I had learned to watch for the simple clues that our evening would become ‘special’. Usually if she seemed talkative or wanted to cuddle against me, I knew it would happen. If the television was on and she was quiet, I was out of luck. Once she went upstairs to take a bath, it signaled that we were in for a pleasurable evening ahead. The moment she would stand up and move toward the stairs, the nervous excitement would start to build within me. All week long, alone in my room, I would struggle to keep my mind on my studies and away from her and what I hoped she Bostancı Escort would once again do to me. The memories of our past Friday nights would often intrude, leaving my face flushed and my stiff cock begging for release. It was a struggle to control myself. Rather than taking the obvious action of masturbating myself to a relieving orgasm, I wanted to save up the lust that filled me. If and when she finally made me cum, I wanted that shattering orgasm that would send my semen surging forth from my convulsing body. Each time before, I had become light-headed and felt like I might pass out, a sublime feeling that would add yet another delicious memory to carry with me. We chatted back and forth with the television droning on in the background. After she went to the kitchen and made her second drink, she sat beside me on the couch. Just feeling her next to me started my hormones raging as I squirmed to try to make the bulge in my pants less obvious. The television program changed and the 9:00 program started. Right on time she put her drink down and stood up. “I need a bath.” YES! Thank you! I knew what that meant. If things happened as they had before, she would come back downstairs wearing her robe. My excitement began to build. This has been the longest week. I need it SO bad! I sat staring at the television as my mind began to reminisce about Friday nights past. It seemed an eternity before I heard the water draining from the tub. A short time later she came down the stairs wrapped in her familiar robe. “I feel so much better. When you get home, a bath makes Bostancı Escort Bayan me feel like I have washed away the week. It’s like a fresh start.” Her eyes seemed to be brighter and I could detect just a trace of perfume. Instead of sitting, she picked up her glass and walked to the kitchen. “My turn. I can use a quick bath too.” I heard he mumble an answer from the kitchen and the sound of ice cubes being broken loose in the ice tray. My head spinning, I stood and headed up the stairs. We did not have a shower in our old house. It always felt strange to sit there naked while waiting for the tub to fill. When the tub was full enough, I shut off the water and stepped in, grabbing the side to lower myself into the warm water. I preferred a shower as there was in the rooming house where I stayed during the week, but soaking in the tub still felt luxurious. The warm water seemed to melt away the tension in my body and left me feeling clean and relaxed. At least most of me. My hard cock stuck up out of the water as if begging for attention. I had to snicker, now fully expecting that my cock would soon get all the attention it craved. I hurried to finish, gathering up my clothes and putting them in the hamper before wrapping a towel around my hips and going to my room. There lay my ‘weekend’ pajamas on my bed, all clean and neatly folded. I put on just the bottoms and started down the steps. The room was now illuminated by only the lowest setting of a table lamp. She sat on the end of the couch in just her nightgown. As I approached, she picked up one of the Escort Bostancı cushions from the end of the couch. She smiled at me and put the cushion in her lap, patting it several times. I sat down, then stretched out with my head on the cushion, facing toward the television. She began to stroke my hair. “It’s nice having you home. There is always something to do here but the quiet evenings sometimes make me feel lonely. Once you are home it’s like everything changes and the house becomes warm.” I rolled onto my back to look up at her. “I miss you too. Those weeks at school seem to get longer and longer.” She bent down and kissed my forehead. Before she could lean back, I pulled up and kissed her lips. Just a quick kiss that ended with both of us smiling. I turned my face toward her, pressing against her nightgown and the breast beneath. Slowly I rubbed my face against her feeling the softness beneath her robe. She emitted a low sigh and held my head against her. I pulled myself up slightly and began to rub my face again, this time at her other breast. I could see her smile. “I’ve started to enjoy our Friday nights together. At first I felt guilty and wanted to stop, but each time seemed to get better and better. I feel so relaxed and so connected to you that I don’t care anymore. I just want to enjoy these times with you and hope that you do also.” “I do like it so much. All week long it’s all I can think about. I love you and what we do is no one’s business but ours.” Smiling, she bent forward and kissed me. As she straightened up, she slid the strap of her nightgown off of her left shoulder, then slid down the other. I rolled back slightly to give her room to push the front down. There they were, the breasts that I had come to crave. They were not overly large, just average but nicely shaped. I adored them! I loved the sight of them, the feel of them, the taste of her nipples, everything about them.
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