Unpacking

I wish there was an etiquette structure around feeling ones way, post act, to that yeah, whatever: I really like your take on things and I want to keep that piece, even if the boobs are too small and the body too flabby...

I've tried to unpack that night: from the get go, from before he walked into the lobby, even. The jacket was a plaid with a blue stripe to match his eyes and the shirt he wore. The hair was short (just cut, as I'm later to discover); the casual 'I should have asked you to take up my bag, too--it really was heavy with that bottle of olive oil in it.' You were so cool, calm and collected. I had so much fun at dinner; I enjoy hearing your voice. It's been almost a year since I've seen you and you look as beautiful as ever.

One thing, speaking about unpacking, was that he/you had done so: the clothes were in the drawers, not in the locked case. The toiletries laid out neatly. Only for me to come in and mess up everything. Not on purpose. I just wish I was more...composed. You never lose that cool--very Mad Men, actually.

I really want to write about the vignette--the hour or so after dinner. I can't find the words to make it sexy, or exciting though. Unpacking the steps might help but, I just...can't. I've heard it's a process. I need to do some more reading, clearly.

Unpacking; like asking you to take off your undershirt. I asked about it at dinner. "I can take it off for you, if you'd like." "I would like that, actually."

Back at the room, I looked up at you and you kissed me. It was so nice and so tingly and that feeling of having a current running through me . And your tongue, different and curious ('curious'?). It all seemed really natural.

And then you unpacked you. I watched your hands on the shirt buttons and then the shirt was gone and the white cotton was pulled off like a gift...yummmm. Fuzzy and thick and, sigh....that's where I lose my words. And when things roll together into a jumble of gentle words from you and nonesense from me; your body is so lovely to touch. When you rolled on me and found your way inside I was so full of you; it felt so different and soo good.

And if 'things' hadn't happenend with me, I would have ridden you again; but instead I took your long cock in my mouth and played until you came again. So fun.

For the record, I did and still do have a condom in my bag...because you are right: you never know.