Thursday, March 26, 2009

Privacy

My wife knows I masturbate several times a week, if not daily. A lot of times, I lock the door and do it in private, not really out of necessity but because sometimes I just like to be alone. But she has seen me do it as well. She does it too and while she is still a little self conscious about doing it in front of me, she always makes it a point to tell me after she did with this sort of 'guess what I just did' smirk on her face. It's sexy as hell. Sometimes I think that look on her face afterward is worth more than waching her.

Friday, March 13, 2009

A dream about Christina

Out of no where, I had a dream last night about Christina. We were wrapping up a meeting in Indy. For some reason, we were at my dad's house and our other coworkers were getting ready to drive back home. I told Christina to drive safely and she said she would.

I smiled and started walking towards the back fence and she walked with me. We chatted for a few minutes and turned to go behind the garage.

It was dark but there was a small late night post office kiosk there (yeah... aren't dreams weird?) and I told the attendant I needed to turn in an old post office box key and pick a new one up, along with some mail that was sent to me in box 1510.

While she processed all this, Christina was sitting there on the fence and I walked over to stand in front of her and talk to her. I knew I was closer than I should be, a little more than just inside her personal space.

We were both talking with that sort of shy/uncomfortable/flirtatious back and forth where you'd catch a glimpse of a smile, hold eye contact for brief seconds before looking away and pretending nothing was out of the ordinary... Not quite managing to cover up that you were nervously hoping you were not over reaching and trying to figure out if the other person was interested or trying to politely cover up being uncomfortable with the whole exchange.

My heart was racing. I don't even know what we were talking about. Work something I'm sure. My hand brushed against hers on the fence where she was steadying herself. Then hers brushed mine. I moved mine to touch her hand again and lingered just a little longer than was normal. She did not pull away and I took a deep breath and a first step over that imaginary line and moved my thumb so I was holding her hand. I moved away again just a fraction of a second later. Her hand followed mine and she held on when she found it.

It was unbelievably electric. I've jacked off to her in my head many times and although this was not erotic at all, it was... well it was nice. I woke up. I miss her. I've been thinking about her all morning now. I'll see her again in a couple days. Nothing like this will happen, of course. But it will be nice to see her face again.