By 9ish, everyone feels something weird in the air….like something strange is going to happen soon. Let me clarify, we knew that whatever was going to happen was NOT going to harm us but we knew it was too early for this shit to happen.
The town that I work in had a water main bust and we were a boil water advisory, we lost power for a few minutes and we were fine for awhile until we lost power again for close to an hour - which took our IT team, our facilities manager and a sister location’s IT team to fix - we were fine for most of the day until we lost the phones and computers again. Thankfully it was for a brief time. It’s was difficult to get things done but we all did our best.
I was able to leave on time - thankfully. Vince had two therapy appointments yesterday; the therapists worked at the same office/company but one specializes in anger management and the the other in couples therapy. It didn’t take me too long to get there as the office is located not far from where I work and since I was early, I got out of my car and sat out in the sun as I waited for Vince. Since he’d retired, he’s been arriving closer to the actual appointment time than arriving early.
It wasn’t warm enough for him to want to drive his motorcycle so he took the convertible - with the top down. I don’t know why he just didn’t take his motorcycle. Whatever. He came dressed rather similarly to my style when not working - jeans, tshirt, sweatshirt and sun glasses. He looked handsome but I much prefer when he is dressed up. So damn handsome.
When he finally saw me as he was walking to the building, he smiled and took off his sun glasses to look at me better. That smile. It kills me every time. I smiled back and we each walked the few yards between us.
“Hey, beautiful,” Vince said before leaning down to kiss me. “Are you ready?”
“Hey, baby,” I replied. “I am. The big question is if you are?”
He nodded his his head yes, took my hand and led me towards the entrance. Before we entered, I told him that these back to back sessions - with each other - might be a bit hard but it’ll be worth it. Vince brushed some hair off of my face and told me that I’m worth it….he said that doing this process shows me how much I mean to him and he promises to keep it up for as long as I feel it’s necessary. I nodded and then we entered the building to start this journey.
The first appointment was with the therapist who works with couples. Vince and I both shared our history to the best of our ability. At that point, the therapist asked Vince to leave so that the therapist and I could chat. Twenty or so minutes later, Vince and I switched so he and the therapist could talk.
Eventually, I was called back in. The three of us chatted about the experiences that he and I shared. There was some anger on both of our parts and a ton of crying on my end. Both the therapist and I could tell that Vince was upset with himself for hurting me. The appointment ended a few minutes later and we went to another therapist in the next room over (the therapists work at the same company).
Anger management therapy was tough. Vince was never abused by anyone nor witnessed it in his family. The therapist was digging into Vince’s history with his past girlfriends and almost ex-wife; the only thing that Vince could offer is that in one or two previous relationships, there were a few verbal disagreements/fights but it wasn’t anything more. He said he thought if the possible reasons why he hit me but it hasn’t come to him yet. I know that he’s never done anything like this before and I know that he doesn’t want to do it again.
We left after the second session, quietly walking out together, holding hands. Vince had walked me to my car and when I turned to face him, he noticed that I was crying so he used his hands to gently dry my tears, asking me if I was going to spend the night. I nodded my head yes. Vince leaned down to kiss me…I was too upset and feeling defeated that I couldn’t kiss him back. He knew that it didn’t mean that I loved him any less.
I got in my car then headed to Vince’s - I needed to get out of these clothes and take a shower. It didn’t take long to get to his place as rush hour traffic was gone. I arrived a few minutes prior to Vince and had his spare key, I sat in my car and listened to the country music station; I started to cry because I knew that I love him but I have to accept that he was seen as an abuser to those who know.
Vince gently knocked on the window. I nodded at him, gathered my stuff, got out, found my keys and locked my car. He waited for me so he could take my stuff from me and to hold my hand. Told him that I was more than ok and headed towards his place; let myself in and immediately went to the bathroom to take a shower. I was more than ready to wash the day off.
I took a 25 minute shower and forced myself to get out. I dried off, hung up the towel and gathered my clothes and went to his room to get dressed. Vince left a set of his sweats for me to wear. I ended up climbing into bed was asleep for almost an hour; truly needed as I haven’t sleeping much at night plus today’s back to back sessions. I got up and put on the clothes that he left out for me, purposely no wearing an panties because I’d be going to bed not long after eating dinner
When I got downstairs and into the kitchen, Vince was setting the table with the fancy dishes and silverware. As I was walking to him, the floor squeaked, he turned around and smiled when he saw me. He put down the bottle of wine that he took out of the freezer and met me half way. There was lust in his eyes. I asked if we had time and he said yes. Personally? I was far from wanting sex at the moment but I knew he wanted to so I followed him. In no time, I’ve stripped, got on the bed adjusting myself and he followed seconds later kneeling between my legs. He looked at me to see if I was ready.
“Babe?” he asked. “Everything ok? Not interested at the moment?”
“Yeah. Everything’s fine. Not really up to it but you are. Let’s get going before dinner gets here.”
He nodded, knowing that I consented despite not really interested in sex at the moment. He slid in, moaning my name. He pulled out and slid in again but a little harder this time, moaning even louder. Vince’s thrusts were slow but deep - I have to admit that he felt amazing in me. I wrapped my legs around his waist to bring him closer to me…it took only a few more thrusts for him to climax. Once his essence was finished pouring into me, I pushed him away, got up and dressed and then headed downstairs as the food was arriving any second.
After pouring our wine, the doorbell rang. I knew Vince was still in a little bit of shock of me pushing him off me and is probably getting dressed at the moment, I opened the door to the delivery driver. Plastering a smile on my face, I thanked him. I gave him a $15 tip as he handed me the food. When I closed the door, I called up to Vince to let him know the food was here. On his way downstairs, he looked concerned.
Following me into the kitchen, Vince asked if I truly did consent…I told him that I did, indeed, consent. He asked me why I did even though I didn’t want to be intimate with him. I explained to him that even though I didn’t want to, he did and that as a man, he deserves a woman who willingly opens her legs for him so he’s satisfied. He looked me strangely, kissed me to thank me and he helped me bring the food and filled wine glasses to the table.
I went back to the kitchen to grab the bottle of the opened wine. In the short time I was gone, he lit the candles that were on the table and had the CD player softly playing one of my favorite country band’s CD. I smiled at him, kissing him on the cheek and sat down across from him. We didn’t have much to say we were mentally exhausted from therapy. I drank more wine than I actually ate but Vince didn’t seem to notice. I took my plate into the kitchen, packed my up my food, poured another glass of wine, changed the cd and went back to sit across from this gorgeous man that I love. He got up to put his food away into the fridge and came back with another bottle of wine. Taking his hand, he lead us to the living room. We put our glasses as well as the new bottle of wine.
I looked at him funny until he said that wanted to dance with me, I smiled a bit and went into his open arms. We danced until the cd stopped, enjoyed half of the new bottle and then we went upstairs. He asked if I wanted the lights off or dimmed and I said dimmed. I stripped and got into bed and he followed suit, sliding right behind me, wrapping his arms around me.
As I was half way asleep, Vince used his hands play with my nipples. I pushed backwards into him and put one leg over his legs. He let go of my nipples to use one of his hands to guide his penis in my apex.
“Mmmmm,” I moaned in pleasure. “You feel amazing deep inside of me.”
Vince moaned and continued to take his time thrusting in and out of me. His hands were wandered a bit until his hands landed on my nipples again. I got so turned on when he was playing with nipples; I pulled away, rolled onto my back and told him to continue what he started. It took him no time to re-enter my apex again. He held onto my breasts as he was thrusting harder and faster. We were both close to finishing, he squeezed my breasts as hard as he could then we climaxed together. He rolled us a little so we were on our sides and still connected; I could still feel him pouring his essence into me.
We fell asleep seconds later.
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