Disappointments and embarrassments

I’d had a lovely weekend with J, and started the week really looking forward to the evening with S that we’d planned two weeks ago. But as the week unfolded one event after another seemed to dent my confidence and enthusiasm. Thursday seemed to arrive in a flash, and with such a lot of questions and things going on, I left the office feeling drained and exhausted and without my usual tingles of anticipation and excitement. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see S, in fact as I sat in the cab on the way to our normal restaurant, I was actually wanting someone to talk to and confide in, but I just knew I wasn’t feeling in the sort of mood that he would want me to be in.

The staff at our Italian know us so well now . . . I’m sure they assume us to be a local couple enjoying a regular meal out . . . we had our usual table, and our usual bottle of white. I know I spent the entire meal gushing out all my troubles and uncertainties of the past few days. S is such a good listener . . . and such a good friend . . . and it was just so relieving to be able to pour it all out. Of course, I’d had the same ramblings and discussions at home with J over the past two evenings (and mornings), but it is different . . . and somehow, sometimes, more rewarding . . . to talk about things with somebody other than those closest to you. Just having someone else to confide in, and ask advice of, seems to make things (if only temporarily, or for a short time) clearer and less worrying and less of a burden.

We both picked at our meal, and seemingly without noticing, I had emptied the whole bottle of wine . . . S was driving and laughingly offered me his only half-sipped-at glass that he’d started the meal with. As we walked arm-in-arm to his car I remember apologising that I was “a little tipsy”. As we walked into our room I began undressing immediately and pulling back the bed covers. S followed me across the room and asked if I didn’t want to shower first. I remember telling him I needed “cuddles and just want you to talk to me more and tell me what I should do” . . .

. . . I slept for two hours. He’d initially tried to stop me dozing-off and stroking and shaking me, but I’d sworn at him and insisted he just “cuddle me”. Apparently I told him I wasn’t “a machine” and “can’t be switched on and off at will”. Embarrassingly, I can’t remember saying any of these things, but J told me later I’ve often said exactly the same things to him !!!

I CAN remember feeling that refreshing, relaxing, starched-clean feeling you get from laying down on fresh-hotel-sheets. And I can remember feeling his stroking hands on my back and shoulders, and hearing his soft whispering voice behind me.

When I woke-up I felt that sudden embarrassment and panic that I’d made a fool of myself and let him down again (I’d once done something similar with him before). I snuggled into him and kissed his chest and then up to kiss him as passionately as I could, whispering my apologies and reaching down to stroke his willy. But he was quite soft, and although returning my kisses, told me it was late and we had to be going home . . .

We travelled home with me trying to break the awkward silences by repeating my apologies and with him responding that he wasn’t upset, and knew that I’d had a lot on my mind. We parked on the corner . . . I told him I didn’t want to get out. He laughed and said “we can hardly go back now can we”. I felt myself getting upset and tearful, worried that, despite his assurances to the contrary, perhaps he really was as annoyed as I felt he had every right to be. I was kissing him again and apologising still when he reminded me where we were. He shook me by my shoulders telling me again that he wasn’t upset. Then, as if to further re-assure me, he started saying things that we’d always agreed we could never say to each other. I had to put my hand over his mouth to stop him . . . I got out telling him I would call him, looking back through the window, knowing we couldn’t speak until the morning on our way to work, knowing as well . . . as I walked along the pavement to my door . . . that sitting on a bus, talking into a mobile, just wasn’t going to be how I wanted to have a conversation.

I walked into the front room to find J waiting for me, in his usual place, naked on the sofa . . . he could tell straight away though that I wasn’t in the mood I would normally be on returning from an “evening out”. I ended the evening as I’d begun it, cuddling in my man’s arms, but this time worrying about how I’d let S down, how he’d booked a meal and a room and all he’d been rewarded with was me off-loading all my office problems . . . and then falling into a deep sleep!!!

Even though it is half-term for the schools and much less traffic, the journey into work yesterday morning seemed to take forever. I was holding my phone in my hand for the whole journey waiting for it to ring. It wasn’t until I had gotten off the bus and was walking along the street that he finally called. I stepped into a doorway, gushing out how happy I was to hear his voice, refusing his claims that I hadn’t “let him down” and promising him over and over that “I’ll make it up I promise . . . !!!”

Feeling naughty . . . and the house to ourselves!!!

We had our normal Saturday morning session at the Gym yesterday. J was teasing me on the way there, and all through our session, about enrolling for R’s new “One-on-one Personal Training Programmes” that he’d been advertising to everyone on the past two weekends.

Even though I was doing my best to ignore his teases, it was making me feel ever so naughty. J had asked him last week if he’d been “training” the new woman that had been coming along over the past two months, but he’d just laughed J’s question off without giving a definitive reply. She was there again yesterday though, but wasn’t quite so much by his side for every minute whilst we were there. We exchanged a few brief pleasantries and she actually seems quite nice . . .

. . . all of which just made me feel naughtier and naughtier for the rest of the morning.

J was obviously enjoying my mood and even offered to accompany me on the shopping (which he hardly ever does!!!). As he followed me around the aisles at Waitrose, we both continued to tease each other about having the house to ourselves that evening as our daughter was going out with friends. We get so little “free” time alone anymore, it was going to be fun just to be able to walk around the house naked and play our little games together without fear of being interrupted.

And so we did . . . a lovely long soak in the bath, movies on our upstairs TV, more teasing and arousing each other with talk of R’s “one-on-one sessions”, nice wine . . . only for me as J had to get-up just after midnight to go out and pick our daughter up from the Station. I enjoyed teasing him that I normally have my phone alarm set to tell my lover that it’s time for me to get-up to go home!!! I playfully pulled at him and threw back the duvet to show him how he was leaving me . . .

He staggered around the bedroom getting dressed, saying he could hardly walk straight because I’d exhausted him so much!! I told him “I’ll give you a nice reward when you get back”.

Lovely evening . . . and so wonderful to still have such lovely times together.


Best wishes - Edith
http://www.scarletsecrets.co.uk/edithsdiary

Thursday Evening with S . . .

After our last meeting early in September, S and I had set a date two weeks ago to meet again on Thursday evening. I’d booked a new hair and waxing session two days earlier and was excited about showing off my new look. Occasionally in the past I’ve teasingly texted him that I’d been “freshly waxed” but I’d so enjoyed surprising J on Tuesday evening, that I’d decided to surprise S as well.

As my work colleagues finished for the day I freshened-up and changed from my office clothes in the washroom and began to feel those little flutters of excitement and nervousness I always get when I’m preparing for an evening out. I’d brought in the necklace S had given me at our last meeting, along with some earrings from one of his previous gifts. I texted him from the taxi to say I was on my way, and then messaged J as well to say I’d left the office. His reply came back almost straight-away to “Be good and be bad. Will be waiting up for you”.

S was waiting for me at our normal pasta bar. His smile and welcoming, “wow, sensational”, was followed by a gentle kiss and embrace. Conversation during the meal was mainly about how the children had been settling-in, and our respective family plans for Christmas (yes, I know, already!!!!) It wasn’t until we were walking, hand-in-hand, back to the car that S asked if my haircut was the only thing I’d had trimmed. I squeezed him and kissed his cheek with a “you’ll have to wait and see won’t you!”.

Our polite kisses and touches in the bar, and on our way to the car, immediately turned to much more passionate embraces and fondles as soon as we closed the door to our room. He quickly unbuttoned my blouse and was leaning forward and licking at my nipples whilst we stood leaning against the wall, just inside the door. I’d tried to start undoing his tie, but he pulled away and was already slipping my skirt down and dropping down onto his knees in front of me. He gasped “I love it” and began kissing and flicking at me and I found myself opening my legs for him as he gently pulled at my knees. I reached down to lift his head away for a moment to tell him we had to shower. He looked up pleading “we don’t really need to do we?” But I know when I just HAVE to shower and told him that “I need to shower otherwise I won’t feel comfortable”.

He stood up and let me step away from my clothes and bag . . . we were still just inside the door of our room . . . I was completely naked and he was still fully clothed! I was enjoying his kisses and complements but just felt I really did NEED to clean properly.

S started the shower whilst I moved my clothes to a more tidy position on the chair in the main room. As I joined him back in the bathroom he quickly undressed as well and then stepped in behind me to start soaping my back for me. Standing in the bath together, under the shower head, we were soon embracing again and soaping each other and I could feel his erection rubbing against my thigh and then my pussy as he turned me round to face him.

We towelled each other dry and kissed and fondled our way into the main room and over to the bed. He laid me down on my back asking “let me look at it”. His kisses and then the feeling of his tongue sliding over and around me was just wonderful. I pulled myself further back onto the bed, spreading my legs as wide apart as I could for him. He knelt up beside me and reached up to pull a pillow out from under the bed cover. I lifted my hips upwards to let him slide it under my bottom and then heard myself moaning loudly as he slid his tongue further around me again. I was loving feeling his tongue pushing and probing . . . and loving hearing him tell me how “smooth and sweet” it was. His fingers started following his tongue, pinching and rubbing at my clit. My nipples felt like they were bursting and I started squeezing them for him, as he looked up at me, showing him how hard and erect they were.

I closed my eyes again and arched my back and bottom more up off the pillow as I felt his fingers pushing inside and his lips sucking at me. I was urging him to “eat it, eat me”. He would lift away and slide his tongue down further and probe and push, his fingers still sliding in and out of my pussy. I could hear myself moaning louder and louder, but being on my back I wasn’t able to muffle my moans into the pillow or bed as I normally would. As his fingers continued thrusting and his lips and tongue flicking and pushing, I could feel myself letting go completely and reaching down to grip his wrist tightly. When it came it was with loud gasps and shudders and I rolled over off the pillow towards him, pulling his hand away and squashing over on top of him until he pulled himself out from under me. I stretched out my legs and buried my face onto the bed cover, rocking back and forth for a few moments until I could turn more onto my side and let out a whispered request for him to “cuddle me”.

I awoke to him shaking my shoulders gently, and kissing my neck and ear. I let him roll me over onto my back and continue his kisses. He asked if it had been nice for me, and I nodded telling him I’d been needing it and thinking about it all day (all week actually!!). I was completely awake now as he was kissing at my boobs and down to my tummy. He teased me that I’d been “quite loud” and I told him it was his fault as he’d had me on my back and I hadn’t been able to muffle myself. He was sitting up on one elbow next to me and leant over to suck on my nearest nipple. But his sucking was much too hard and I pulled away, snapping that it was sensitive and he was being too rough. “You normally tell me to suck hard” he replied, but I told him that he could only do that when I asked him to, and certainly not just after I’d come. He laughed that I’d “slept for almost an hour”, so I hadn’t ‘only just’ come. “It couldn’t have been an hour” I snapped back in disbelief and playfully slapped at his erection which was bobbing around by my tummy. He gasped and strained forward, so I slapped at it again . . . giggling as it swung from side to side with my slap. He was groaning more, so I sat up and slapped at it again. “You like that don’t you?” I said as this time I smacked more forcefully down on his sacs, rather than the tip of his willy. He winced, but leant back with both his hands behind him and lifted his hips towards me more, nodding and gasping “yes”, as I slapped at him again. I was enjoying my new found teasing and smacked down on him again as he opened his legs wider and lifted up again. His gasp sounded a little less pleasurable this time, so I gripped his cock and leant forward to first kiss the head “better” . . . and then slide my mouth down over him to suck him into me. I’d lift my mouth away and slap at him again, and then lean forward to suck down on him again.

He was gasping and groaning and then sat up again to kiss me quite passionately and then push me by my shoulders back down onto the bed. He slid down my tummy opening my legs and flicking at me again with his tongue. “No, I’m doing you” I protested, but instead of letting me sit back up and reach out for him, he turned me over onto my tummy and started kissing my bum cheeks. I resisted at first, but his tongue felt nice sliding down between my cheeks, and then when he lifted me up onto my knees . . .

I could feel his breath and hear his gasps as his tongue continued sliding up and down and pushing at me. As his hands reached up around the front of my legs and his fingers began to play with my pussy again I could hear my gasps beginning to match his own. He got up off the bed and I looked round over my shoulder to see him turn back from his jacket draped over the chair, and step back towards me, squirting the gel over his erection. I closed my eyes waiting to feel that first cold splash of the gel on my bottom. I jumped from the feeling, even though I knew it was coming . . . and then surrendered to his fingers slipping and sliding and pushing over me.

This time I could bury my face into the pillow to muffle my groans, but I could still clearly hear my gasps as I felt that first stretching sensation and I pushed back against him. He was holding me by my hips and almost standing up on the bed over me. “You’re riding me” I gasped out, surprised that he was actually being quite fast and quite aggressive. I couldn’t properly hear his reply . . . it was more a groaning gasping rather than intelligible words. He is normally very calm and gentle when we are like this together, but now he was pushing, and straining, more quickly than I could ever remember him being before. I couldn’t concentrate properly as he continued thrusting and then as he suddenly started shaking and leaning forward onto my back, I knew he was coming. He relaxed his grip on my hips and instead fell forward onto me and I collapsed down onto my tummy, gasping in discomfort and then relief as I felt it pulling out. He was laying completely on top of me, gasping with short sharp breaths and squeezing my shoulders with both his hands. We both lay still for several minutes, (I didn’t want to feel that I was spoiling his sensations) before I felt that I could whisper “you’re squashing me”. He apologised and slid down off me onto his tummy beside me. We lay without speaking for some time . . . Eventually turning over on our sides and cuddling into each other. I told him I couldn’t remember him ever being so carried away before, and he replied that my slapping and smacking had got him worked up and made him feel like he needed to “explode”.

We continued lying together and making whispered conversation until the beeping of my phone alarm signalled that we had to think about getting up to go home. I got up to find my phone and turn off the reminder . . . and felt squelchy and slippery between my legs as I walked over to my bag. “You’ve made me dribble” I said to him . . . and I had to walk round to the bathroom to find a towel. I returned to the bed to point in horror at the large damp patch on the bed cover as well. We hadn’t pulled back the sheets from the bed, and the dark red fabric of the cover looked even darker now with quite a large tell-tale circle of damp. We decided we’d have to leave a damp towel strategically placed over the spot!

As S dressed, I gathered my skirt and blouse and pushed them into my bag. “Aren’t you getting dressed?” S asked. I replied, “I promised J that I’d come home in just my coat”. And then asked a little sheepishly “you don’t mind do you?” He laughed and said “only if you take it off in the car on the way home”. I told him it was now too cold in the evening to do that and “anyway, haven’t I been naughty enough for you tonight?”

There certainly was a chill in the air as we stepped out into the hotel car park, and S had to wipe the condensation off the windows whilst I sat in the car with the heater turned on full. As we drove along the North Circular he teased me, “just for a mile or so”, “no-one will see”, “you can pull it on again at the traffic lights”. The heater had warmed up the car quite quickly, so I told him I would pull my coat down off my shoulders “just until we reach the turn-off”. I could feel my nipples were really hard again and I had to brush his hand away several times and tell him to concentrate on his driving or “I’ll put them away”.

As we parked on the corner, I knew he would want our kisses to be longer than normal so I had to put my finger on his lips and tell him “behave, I have to go”. We thanked each other for a lovely evening and as usual he waited until I’d reached my gate before he drove away.

J was sitting naked on the sofa when I walked into the front room. He stood up to offer me a glass of wine . . . and leant forward to kiss my breasts as I opened my coat and let it drop to the floor. “Mmm, you smell sweaty” he said as I squeezed into him and slid my hands around the back of his neck. “Yes . . . and probably slippery and spermy as well” I answered as I pushed him back down onto the sofa.

Best wishes - Edith
http://www.scarletsecrets.co.uk/edithsdiary

Freshly waxed and feeling happy!

Left the office early this afternoon for new hair and waxing appointment.
Much less hair top . . . and bottom . . . now.

Just excitedly waiting for J to come home (he's working late and didn't know I had an appointment) . . . I always get "tingles" when I know I can surprise him with a new look!!

Lunch with V . . . and R was back today!

V was back in London for three days last week. He had travelled with “company”, so we weren’t able to get together for an evening, but instead met for lunch on Thursday.

We talked about the new campaign we are working on for him (though I am not involved this time), and of our last meeting during the summer, and the “duvet day” I’d spent at his apartment with J.

He also asked again if I would visit him in Brussells for a weekend, or join him in Paris for a few days in November as his assistant in an important meeting he has booked. I explained that whilst it was very flattering of him to ask, it just wouldn’t be practical for me to be away from home “on my own”. He teased that I should bring J with me . . . but I think he understands how difficult it is for me . . .

It was lovely to spend some time with him again though and I still felt those little tingles when we kissed our goodbyes!

R was back at the gym again this morning. We didn’t speak, but he chatted with J briefly and told him that he’d been asked to swap his normal shifts to cover for a colleague who’d been on holiday. J asked him about “the new blonde” but he just laughed and shrugged it off. Our daughter was out with friends for the day, and as the encounter with R had gotten J worked-up, we were able to enjoy a lovely few hours alone together when we got home!


Best wishes - Edith
http://www.scarletsecrets.co.uk/edithsdiary