Single For A Day

I was suppose to go over the the Older Man’s house this weekend.  Not for any kind of hanky panky that I would enjoy but to look at a table he is offering to give me, if I want it.  He said his wife and daughter were going away for the day so that made him “Single for a Day.”  I enjoyed hearing that.  And he said it w/ a smile.

I told him to come over to my place to check out the paint job I did, since he didn’t get to see it last time he was here, which was over a month ago… Almost 2 months, I think.   And well, he said he’d come over after I came over to his place.  It didn’t happen, don’t know if the family didn’t go away for the day, he got to caught up in cleaning, or he just plain forgot?!  But no fantasies got to play thru my head while I was in his company, (cuz I wasn’t.)   

Anyways.  A few days ago, I ran my hand down his jacket sitting on the back of his chair at work and said that I like the feel of it.  And he remembered that I told him I’m a touchy feely kind of girl.  So he went and put his arm thru the coat, and ooooo, I almost went back and touched it, but instead I just said, “Tempting.”  Which it is, but calling him a tease would have been so much better.   He is a tease!

Ok, so lets tangent over here:

A couple years ago, he said he’d invite all of us over to his place to have a backyard BBQ when his wife was away for the week.  It never happened but it did start my fantasizing about him.  That started it all.  I fantasized about me staying after everyone left to help him clean up.  About me sitting on the counter while he put dishes away or whatever.  Him walking up to me, standing in between my legs.  Him kissing me.  (For some ungodly known reason, I really really want to kiss that man.  I don’t care if we ever have sex, but damnit, I really want to kiss him! Maybe it’s because all the dreams I have involving him, he’s always kissing me? And they’re always such great kisses!)   Then we move to the living room.  He sits in a plush arm chair, and instead of me sitting on the couch, I sit on his lap.  And we talk, we kiss, and eventually I end up straddling him,  his hand is beneath my skirt moving my underwear to the side, fingering me.  My hands are working the button and zipper of his pants.   He takes off my shirt, he sucks on my nipples… Gently bites them.  And I grab his cock out of his pants and position it so I can slowly slide down his length.  After that, I wake up, cuz you know – - – - It’s only a fucking dream!  Arrgggggghhh!!!

So maybe it’s a good thing I didn’t get to be near him while he was “Single for a Day.”  Maybe it’s a good thing I didn’t go over to his place, I might have been tempted to sit on his counter-top and wish him standing between my legs, his face coming closer and closer to mine.   Maybe it’s a good thing?