The text alert chimed in my purse.
“Pack your bags”
I hadn’t heard from him for 23 days….but who’s counting.
His job has him on the road most of the time and I’m running a company of my own so our arrangement works out just right for both of us.
“What are you thinking, I can’t just pick up and go.” I texted back.
He is my guilty pleasure and I drop everything when he is in town. He is the most skilled lover I have had and I can’t wait to be nibbled, fondled and cuddled right into heaven. And while a part of me HATES not having him available to me, another part is super turned on by the long time between hot sexy dates. But pack my bags?
“I have to be in Paris on Tuesday and I want you with me.”
My mind snapped into hyperdrive…how can I make this happen. My assistant Darcy has been cheering me on for months. I never thought that I would be happy in a NSA (No Strings Attached) purely sexual relationship. But I am and I love it.
“You naughty man…how you tempt me….” I typed quickly.
I switched screens on my iPad and pulled up my calendar.
“Oh….I plan on lots of naughtiness…..”
A shiver ran up my back and I felt myself melt between my legs. I couldn’t wait to be with him for more than a day at a time. Would we get tired of sex? I don’t think so. We make out for hours at a time. I cum just thinking about him.
“When?” I fire back.
“Like in tomorrow Tuesday?”
“Yep. I said, pack your bags…”
“Holy shit….I’m in.”I text quickly and then fly off the couch, grab my laptop and start canceling meetings and rearranging my schedule.
A rush of passion surges through me as I accept the risk I am taking.
My heart pounds thinking about being with him, tasting him, kissing him, touching him, taking him in every way.
It’s just sex and that will never work, the experts say. Nothing of value can be built from a no strings attached sexual relationship, the wise ones of the world preach in loveless marriages and sexless lives.
I am having sex. I am having the best sex of my life and if my sex buddy wants to take me to France to play out the fantasy, I am all in.
My heart is in my throat as I pack a few things in a small bag. I always travel light and I don’t think I will be wearing a lot of clothes.
Skinny jeans and a couple of tees, gold strappy sandals and a pair of white sneakers and a super sheer and beautiful summer sundress that falls off one shoulder. My bikini, the exotic massage oil he had brought from Thailand and my passport.
I called a cab and was on my way. All I could think about was him and every time I did, my lower belly tightened up and warm moistness gathered below. I kept imagining him holding me, stroking me, kissing and nibbling on my shoulder, my neck and I can’t wait.
I can’t help but wonder if he gets hard thinking of me the way I get wet thinking of him. I am trembling thinking of the naughtiness that awaits…..
PS We had to take different flights so we couldn’t be together til we got to Paris. We had some great chat sex though…check it out: Rendevous: Sexting at 40,000 ft