My week could be called the "Worst Week Ever". But the weekend could also be called "Best Weekend Ever". I already felt mentally spent from a very long miserable week before I had even gotten into the office Friday morning. The phone rang as I was driving in. I thought to myself, "dammit, can't they at least let me get there before they start". My bad - It was Harley. He asked me to come over for dinner. I spent the weekend.
Friday evening could not arrive fast enough. I was like a little girl waiting for Christmas morning. And, as it turned out, the week ended just like it had begun - horrible. I started walking towards my car at 4pm. I finally got to it at about 7:30pm. I had planned to stop by the house to get some clothes. I didn't know if I was spending the night or not yet, but a girl should always be prepared - right? Not wanting to wait one more minute for my weekend to actually start, I decided to go directly to Harley's instead. I don't tend to wear a lot of clothes when Harley's around anyway, for some reason. :) Harley met me at the car when I pulled into his driveway. He kissed me as I got out and suddenly the entire week seemed like some distant other world.
I lost count of the number of times Harley and I made love Friday night. I couldn't get enough of him. And he didn't seem to be able to get enough of me. There were a lot of special moments, but two in particular that I'll mention. The first was late Friday night. The only lights on in the house were from the Christmas Tree. We were slow dancing (long story) in front of it. Harley was wearing his jeans, no shirt. I was completely naked. I got down on my knees and took him into my mouth. At first, I set the tone. Taking him deep into my mouth and sometimes holding him there, kissing along the head and along his shaft, and bobbing my head. Sometimes, his eyes were on my taking in ever detail, like he was trying to burn the image into his memory; other times, his eyes were closed and there was a smile on him that took over his whole face. I loved being able to do that for him. Later, he held my head and set his own pace between my lips. For the longest time, he went slow and deep, sometimes holding himself deep inside of my mouth. Later, he quickened his pace. I held his shaft firm between my lips and let him set the pace he wanted into my waiting mouth. On my knees, sitting on my ankles, the Christmas Tree lights twinkling beside us, his dick thrusting into my mouth, I could not have been happier or more submissive.
The second special moment I'll describe happened Saturday afternoon. I was laying in bed having just woken up from a nap (hey, I don't get a lot of sleep when I'm w Harley). I lay there for a while, basking in happiness. I could hear him on the phone. He was talking w his sister who lives up north. I came out of the room and gave him a hug and a peck on the cheek. I was going to get a beer and maybe sit outside, enjoying th day and giving Harley some privacy. He stopped me and got me naked again. Harley has some sort of headset he can wear w his home phone which left his hands free to get me naked. I thought he maybe wanted me on my knees while he talked. He stopped me and bent me over the kitchen table. Then he continued his conversation w his sister, talking about her kids, while he fucked me over the kitchen table. He rode me slowly at first. Several times he just stopped deep inside of, letting his dick just soak up my juices. He held my wrists behind my back, keeping me there, like I had any intentions of getting up. He quickened the pace and was now loudly thrusting into me. His body was making so much noise hammering into mine that I was worried his sister had to be over hearing. When he smacked my ass and called me his "slut", I knew she had to be overhearing. I was so relaxed w his fucking me that I hadn't even realized he'd finally hung up.