sunburn was unlikely.
“See ya, buddy. Be home in a bit,” I said to Cody as I walked out the side door. I’d gotten in the habit of using the side door; it felt safer, don’t know why. I tucked my phone in the pocket of my shorts just as it buzzed with a text. I hadn’t talked to Daniel in a couple of days and hoped it was him,
Today, 9:13 AM
BRETT: Hey
MAGS: Hey
Mr. Cocky Jock. It had been a few weeks since I’d run into Brett at Home Depot. I’d texted him a few days after. Polishing off a second glass of wine, I said it was nice running into him. Didn’t even occur to me that I’d just given him my number.
Duh…
BRETT: Been awhile
MAGS: A while since what?
BRETT: Home depot!
MAGS: Oh, ya
BRETT: Is this a good time to call
MAGS: On my way to breakfast
BRETT: Just want to see if u r up for a few brewskies tonite
Brewskies? A last-minute date? Don’t think so, Brett,
MAGS: Tonight? prob not
BRETT: I know it’s a same-day thing
MAGS: Ya
BRETT: Do u have plans?
MAGS: Kinda
BRETT: Doesn’t sound fun, meet me
I reflected on the few dates I’d had over the last few months. I’d approached them so reluctantly but then ended up having a good time. Maybe a few beers with Brett could turn into a fun night. Oh hell…
MAGS: Where and when?
BRETT: Varsity grille
MAGS: Near DU?
BRETT: Yes, know it?
MAGS: Drive by it every day, seems young
BRETT: We are!
MAGS: Ha
BRETT: 8?
MAGS: Ok
BRETT: Ok
Holy shit, I just got asked out by Cocky Jock via text not even twelve hours before game time! I reached the breakfast joint just as I put my phone back in my pocket. I was seated at the community table and served a glass of water by my favorite waiter who quickly brought me a cup of coffee.
“Thanks, Carlos,” I said inattentively as I contemplated what to wear on my beer date.
Just then, my phone buzzed,
Today, 9:34 AM
DANIEL: Morning, sexy
MAGS: Hardly morning for you LOL
DANIEL: Hoping you’d still be in bed, naked
MAGS: Sitting in a public place, drinking coffee
DANIEL: Public huh
MAGS: Yeah
DANIEL: Pussy getting wet?
I’d concluded several weeks into our fling that my vagina was linked by way of radio frequency to Daniel’s phone number—whenever he called or texted, my panties instantly became dripping wet. Enjoying the steamy banter, I continued,
MAGS: Yeah
DANIEL: My cocks hard for you, baby
MAGS: Danny, I can’t
DANIEL: Sure you can, be creative, I can wait
Strangely, Daniel’s text made me think of Jack. Sex with him was glorious. Early on, our lovemaking was exhilarating; every-day worries rarely entered our passionate realm. On occasion, it was frenzied, chased by ever-increasing life stresses. Mostly, though, our sex life was relaxed and fun. After decades of marriage, our bedroom had become a sanctuary, balanced between emotional intimacy and physical pleasure.
Sex with Daniel was different. Putting aside our obvious differences, our sexual expression was raw and untethered. My body reacted almost angrily to Daniel’s urgings. Over time, I became ravenous for him.
One night, not too long ago, he called. It was late for me, which meant really late for him. I answered groggily, “Hi, baby.”
“Wanna play?” Daniel’s voice, like velvet, always managed to make me take a deep breath.
“Always.”
Our words had become few, but extremely to the point. I stripped off my pajamas and, two hours later, I’d cum three times and Daniel twice. Our pillow talk between orgasms was light and sexy, nothing too deep. I appreciated the levity of our relationship.
I texted back, sneaking sideways glances hoping no one could see the color intensifying in my face,
MAGS: Thinking bout your cock, getting so wet
DANIEL: Sit on me, baby, ride me, your tits in my face
MAGS: My clit rubbing against your shaft your balls
DANIEL: Your pussy juice drenching my cock
MAGS: Fuck I’m gunna cum, hang on
I was startled by how fast I’d become aroused and close to orgasm. Again, I
“See ya, buddy. Be home in a bit,” I said to Cody as I walked out the side door. I’d gotten in the habit of using the side door; it felt safer, don’t know why. I tucked my phone in the pocket of my shorts just as it buzzed with a text. I hadn’t talked to Daniel in a couple of days and hoped it was him,
Today, 9:13 AM
BRETT: Hey
MAGS: Hey
Mr. Cocky Jock. It had been a few weeks since I’d run into Brett at Home Depot. I’d texted him a few days after. Polishing off a second glass of wine, I said it was nice running into him. Didn’t even occur to me that I’d just given him my number.
Duh…
BRETT: Been awhile
MAGS: A while since what?
BRETT: Home depot!
MAGS: Oh, ya
BRETT: Is this a good time to call
MAGS: On my way to breakfast
BRETT: Just want to see if u r up for a few brewskies tonite
Brewskies? A last-minute date? Don’t think so, Brett,
MAGS: Tonight? prob not
BRETT: I know it’s a same-day thing
MAGS: Ya
BRETT: Do u have plans?
MAGS: Kinda
BRETT: Doesn’t sound fun, meet me
I reflected on the few dates I’d had over the last few months. I’d approached them so reluctantly but then ended up having a good time. Maybe a few beers with Brett could turn into a fun night. Oh hell…
MAGS: Where and when?
BRETT: Varsity grille
MAGS: Near DU?
BRETT: Yes, know it?
MAGS: Drive by it every day, seems young
BRETT: We are!
MAGS: Ha
BRETT: 8?
MAGS: Ok
BRETT: Ok
Holy shit, I just got asked out by Cocky Jock via text not even twelve hours before game time! I reached the breakfast joint just as I put my phone back in my pocket. I was seated at the community table and served a glass of water by my favorite waiter who quickly brought me a cup of coffee.
“Thanks, Carlos,” I said inattentively as I contemplated what to wear on my beer date.
Just then, my phone buzzed,
Today, 9:34 AM
DANIEL: Morning, sexy
MAGS: Hardly morning for you LOL
DANIEL: Hoping you’d still be in bed, naked
MAGS: Sitting in a public place, drinking coffee
DANIEL: Public huh
MAGS: Yeah
DANIEL: Pussy getting wet?
I’d concluded several weeks into our fling that my vagina was linked by way of radio frequency to Daniel’s phone number—whenever he called or texted, my panties instantly became dripping wet. Enjoying the steamy banter, I continued,
MAGS: Yeah
DANIEL: My cocks hard for you, baby
MAGS: Danny, I can’t
DANIEL: Sure you can, be creative, I can wait
Strangely, Daniel’s text made me think of Jack. Sex with him was glorious. Early on, our lovemaking was exhilarating; every-day worries rarely entered our passionate realm. On occasion, it was frenzied, chased by ever-increasing life stresses. Mostly, though, our sex life was relaxed and fun. After decades of marriage, our bedroom had become a sanctuary, balanced between emotional intimacy and physical pleasure.
Sex with Daniel was different. Putting aside our obvious differences, our sexual expression was raw and untethered. My body reacted almost angrily to Daniel’s urgings. Over time, I became ravenous for him.
One night, not too long ago, he called. It was late for me, which meant really late for him. I answered groggily, “Hi, baby.”
“Wanna play?” Daniel’s voice, like velvet, always managed to make me take a deep breath.
“Always.”
Our words had become few, but extremely to the point. I stripped off my pajamas and, two hours later, I’d cum three times and Daniel twice. Our pillow talk between orgasms was light and sexy, nothing too deep. I appreciated the levity of our relationship.
I texted back, sneaking sideways glances hoping no one could see the color intensifying in my face,
MAGS: Thinking bout your cock, getting so wet
DANIEL: Sit on me, baby, ride me, your tits in my face
MAGS: My clit rubbing against your shaft your balls
DANIEL: Your pussy juice drenching my cock
MAGS: Fuck I’m gunna cum, hang on
I was startled by how fast I’d become aroused and close to orgasm. Again, I
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