Jessica, Pt. 6

We stayed in bed a very long time Sunday morning. It being a very late night and long day yesterday. The fiesta was such fun, the people wonderful and the music fulfilling.

I asked Jessica if she wanted to get up and hit the beach.

Her one-word reply.

“Nope”

She then proceeded to snuggle in with me very closely.

Stupid me, I pushed and spoke.

“Well, what would you like to do today?”

Jessica got just a bit whiney.

“Well, what’s wrong with this?”

I realized my mistake and quickly answered.

“Not a thing Darling. Not a thing.”

I then proceeded to pull her closer. Jessica is happy again. I have been thinking about this. The way that Jessica and I have been and are now. We are physically close. Almost always we seem to be touching, caressing, and holding. The need to be near one another. Yes, I would call it a need. I haven’t ever touched or been with a woman in my entire life like this.

It’s much like our music. We have developed a feel for each other. With music, there comes an intimacy. You learn what to expect from others. Jessica and I have that in music. Now our personal lives have it. I also believe it will grow and become stronger. And you know what else? I’m becoming greedy for it with her.

We stayed in bed for a very long time. Sometimes talking. Other times not a word. We did get up to eat something. I wasn’t too hungry due to last night’s fiesta food. A soft drink of some kind. I’m not sure what it is. A local brand and tasty at that.

I have the strong feeling that Jessica doesn’t want to leave the beach house unless absolutely needed. I remember her saying. “I want you all to myself.” I admit that I think she is right about this for us. We will be back soon enough, and things will go back to normal for us. I really don’t want it to go back to that. Yes, we will go to work and all that. But something needs to change. Not sure what. I’m going to have to give it some thought.

Lunch is done. Jessica and I are still standing in the kitchen. As though we don’t know what to do.

I speak.

“Come here please.”

She does and I scoop her up in my arms.

She speaks.

“Where are we going?”

I speak.

“Back to bed. What’s wrong with that?”

Jessica giggles. And we just lay in bed. As before, we spoke or didn’t. It didn’t matter. A good portion of the afternoon was spent this way. Once evening arrived, we ate some dinner. Then, as sunset approached, we went to the beach. We got wet, dried off and sat together to watch as it became night. Each night we do this, it is the same. Jessica sits between my legs and leans against my chest. I foresee this as becoming a habit for us. And I don’t force her to do this. It is the place she chooses. In turn, I made her want there. Safe there. The night is starry and warm.

I begin to speak.

“Jessica?”

But she interrupts and speaks.

“Yes, I want you too. Let’s go in.”

How did she know? We shower outside first, then go inside. I must tell you we had one of the most gentle and intimate times I have ever known.

Monday was more a return to established habits. If you can call what we did last week a habit. Jessica and I walked along the beach. As before, we collected a few interesting items. Remembrances for later days. Today she is quieter and seems more introspective. Here, yet far off in her mind. My inclination is to ask. I choose not to. It will be part of the mystery.

There are things I have yet to learn from her. But all through this, Jessica’s hand remains in mine. Occasionally, we stop. From time to time, I want a kiss from her or her from me. They are not mindless kisses. They carry thirst and passion. Passion for the other. No words are spoken, yet the meaning is clear for us both.

The walk then continues. I find that I watch her more now. I did before and it has changed. I seek her eyes to try and discern what she thinks or feels. I seek the curve of her face and try to interpret the faint smile she seems to wear more often.

She looks up and miles away. The smile becomes broader then and her eyes seem on the verge of a tear. As see this, my heart wells up inside me and it races. Jessica is happy yet is in tears. I don’t understand. But I wish too. She hums or sings off and on. It is a song I don’t recognize. I have heard her sing many times. But this song. It is different somehow. Yet more to the mystery.

We returned for lunch and some shade. Her naked body prepares food. It is my task to open the wine.

She speaks.

“Take the wine to the istanbul travesti sofa.”

I do and soon she follows with one large plate of edibles. She takes her place in my lap. We feed each other. Soon the food is gone and the wine as well. Lightly, I take her chin in my hand.

I speak.

“Nap?”

“Yes!” Jessica answers.

The bed awaits and she spoons against me and within my arms. Our breathing slows until we both slumber together. There is no alarm clock. There is nothing but the wind, the waves, and our breath. Though I sleep, Jessica remains in my thoughts. Her image of today or last month. The day I first saw her. Her form and her ways have taken root in me. She is a part of me now. A part I can no longer be without.

The sun is headed to the horizon when I wake. Jessica sleeps. I watched her for the longest time. Then, she wakes up. Will we go out to observe the end of the day? Or will we celebrate it here? Jessica would like to stay in. We make a little feast from what’s left in the refrigerator. Shopping will have to be done once more before we leave.

Before we leave, what a sad thought. We both stand in the kitchen and wash dishes. We must as we let them pile up. Jessica sways back and forth. Periodically, her hip manages to hit mine.

I speak.

“What are you doing?”

All she speaks is.

“nothing”.

This has happened several times. Now I might be a little slow, but she wants something, and I haven’t taken the hint.

So finally, I ask.

“Jessica, what do you want? You must tell me.”

The playful face she wore now turns serious.

Jessica speaks.

“I want you. I want your hands on me. Touch me everywhere and fold me inside your arms. Make me yours and fill me up. Take me, take all of me. I’m yours now and forever.”

I didn’t get that from her hip. But her words are very clear. Nothing I can say would be enough. Action is needed here. I pick her up a little roughly and take her to bed. She is placed there, and I start with her mouth. Much time is taken as I work my way down her body. No piece of her flesh is left not kissed. I make my way to her thighs. The legs’ part and she is mine. I taste her over and over until she can’t take anymore. Only then do I fill her up. I held her head in my hands. Our eyes make contact throughout our coupling. One last push and I made her mine. But I am hers as well. Both of us by choice. Tenderly, I move from above her.

We have a little to drink and then return to bed to sleep as we did in the afternoon. Soon there was nothing again but the wind, the waves, and our breath.

It is early morning. I least I think its morning. Now if you know about guys. Sometimes, they have what the medicals call a nocturnal penile tumescence. You might know it as morning wood. And yes, I have them at times. Even at my age. I don’t want to hear any snickering. Jessica has discovered this apparently. I wake up to her on top of me and bouncing up and down.

She speaks.

“Good, you are awake. I didn’t want to waste that. So, I climbed on you.”

My response?

I took hold of her hips to help her. Never had anyone do this before. Jessica has my permission to do this anytime. She has her climax and then me. Just as quickly, we fell back to sleep.

Later in the real morning. Jessica wants to talk about this.

She speaks.

“I didn’t know you guys did that. That was cool and fun. What causes that? And you say I can do that whenever?”

What causes it? I don’t know. And I have to say, I don’t care. It was very nice to wake up that way.

Today we got up and had breakfast and espresso. Then it’s the beach. Should I ever complain about my age? Tell me to shut up and look at Jessica. We swim and lay out in the sun. A great morning. Jessica tells me she has a shopping list, and I am going into town alone. She has stuff to do. Stuff? What stuff? But I put on clothes and drove into town with her list.

Let’s see what we have here. Steaks if they have them. Fresh green beans, salad stuff, fresh basil leaves, fresh rosemary, a few potatoes, olive oil, chocolate cake and a dry red wine, several bottles of white wine. Looks like someone is cooking a feast. These are simple items, and the local stores have all I need. But it does take some time.

I admit, I wasn’t happy about coming alone. I am less happy about leaving Jessica. The groceries are loaded, and I make the return trip a little faster than I should have. It is a good thing the road isn’t travelled much.

Jessica greets me outside to istanbul travestileri help unload. She is naked of course. Once all is inside, I am told to take my clothes off. We both go to the kitchen and food prep is underway. I oversee meat and potatoes. Jessica is preparing the salad. There is also wine during the prep. The Basil leaves end up in the salad. I’ve had them that way before. The Rosemary is placed on the steaks while cooking. The kitchen smells marvelous. Fresh herbs are new to me.

The greens beans are being roasted with olive oil. The potatoes were baked and the salad. I’ll bet we do this again. All is ready and goes to the table. We have so much food, I can’t possibly eat it all. It is a filling meal. And if you need to know, I had chocolate cake. Well, I did buy it and we can’t waste it. That’s what I tell myself. Dinner lasts for some hours. We have no place to be and no reason to hurry.

The best part is that we talk. It doesn’t matter what about. It’s the interaction. The sharing of ideas and thoughts. Laughing and touching. There have been a few relationships in my life. Some good and others horrible. But this, what Jessica and I have? Well, this is special.

The meal is finished.

I speak.

“Should we wash up the dishes now?”

Jessica’s one word answer.

“NAH!”

We at least put perishables away. Then she says she is going to the bedroom. I am not to join her until called for. Just like that, she is gone. I am left to sip white wine and wait. I am forced to wonder what she is up to. The minutes tick by in an endless parade of forever. What is she doing in there?

Then, the bedroom door opens. Behind her I see the flickering light of many candles. It outlines her form leaving only vague shadows of her charms. Jessica has done her hair and makeup. Even in this light, I can see that she has made herself more desirable and beautiful. Why is my heart beating faster, and my breath is a bit labored?

She whispers.

“Come to me Roger. Let me make you feel wonderful.”

No? That word is not in my vocabulary. I just nod my head yes and move forward.

The bedroom glows in candlelight. Jessica tells me to lie face down on the bed. She begins to massage my shoulders and neck with olive oil. Then to my arms, followed by my back. Her strong fingers push deep into my muscles. Tension and stress leak from me in a river. Jessica seems to take delight in rubbing my ass before moving to my legs. I feel limp.

But then I have to rollover so she can do the front. The process begins anew.

The process is the same except she avoids my torso. It is her last stop. A generous amount of oil is applied to my manhood. Jessica begins a slow and methodical rhythm. She is taking her time with me.

She has me close a few times, but always stop and whispers.

“Not yet.”

The blood pounds in my temples and I grip the sheets. She has my body tensed in anticipation of massive relief. Up and down, she pumps so slowly.

At last Jessica whispers.

“Let go my Darling.”

I explode in orgasm. It is the most intense feeling I have ever known. Next, I feel the light and gentle taste of her lips on mine. I want to crush her to me, but she has made me weak. There should be adverbs and adjectives to describe how Jessica has made me feel. But right now, I can’t think of any. A towel cleans me and then her.

Jessica speaks.

“Move over”

The candles are extinguished one at a time until only moonlight remains. I want very much to do for her as she has for me. She says to sleep. If part of me wakes up in the night, she’ll let me know. Jessica falls on my chest and I am out. With a little poof, the last candle is out. We follow suit.

Did Jessica wake me in the middle of the night? Yes, she did.

The sun was full up when I came to. Jessica was gone. I heard kitchen noise. She is making espresso. I stumbled from bed. Literally stumble. I inch my way to the coffee.

Jessica brightly speaks.

“Good morning Mr. Worn Out.”

I have no argument and no defense. She’s right. I’m exhausted.

I speak.

“Can I have coffee now?”

The steaming cup was passed to me. I am most grateful. And more grateful when the second cup is filled.

Jessica speaks.

“What do you want to do today?”

This is easy.

“Nap.” I retort.

She laughs and speaks.

“I thought you might. Let’s go back to bed Roger.”

She takes my hand and I willingly follow.

Two cups of espresso course through my system. It isn’t enough. Travesti istanbul Jessica is beside me. She is warm to the touch and slightly oily from last night. This gives her skin a sheen and slickness. It is impossible for me. I simply must move my hands over her slowly.

Her response is immediate. Breasts are placed near my face and mouth. I give them the attention she wants them to have. The taste of olive oil remains on her flesh. Gently at first, I lick, kiss and suck on them. Jessica’s movements become more insistent, and she uses greater force. I must respond in kind.

Aggressively I suck and now bite her. My face was buried in her mounds. I move quickly to be over her. Her ankles are placed on my shoulders. She wants this and I want her. But despite the urgency we both feel. I take my time.

I begin to insert. One centimeter at a time. Jessica claws at my back to hurry things along. I will have none of that. She drove me mad last night. I think it is only fair I return the favor. I love to watch her face as we make love. The way her eyes open and close. Her mouth was working in noiseless variety. It was her turn to grip the sheets. A string of expletives issue from her now. Jessica is close.

Only then do I give her what she wants. Speed and force. We are spent and then we nap.

I sleep and Jessica does not leave my side. Some may say it is a waste to spend the day this way. I tell you it is no such thing. The beach is there. Yes, we do enjoy it. But to be like this with her is beyond measure. The afternoon does find us up and moving. The bed sheets need to be washed. The machinery works on this. Jessica and I stroll up and down the beach. It is an aimless wandering. Warm sand on our feet. Warm sun on our bodies. Warm hands clasped together. There are no words. None are needed.

The remaining days of our vacation are accomplished in like fashion. We eat, we swim, we walk, and we make love. Our supplies dwindle as they must. Jessica grows more pensive now. At times, a bit sad. She doesn’t want this to end, I think. I agree with her.

Finally, the morning arrives. We must pack and leave today. One last morning walk and swim. Breakfast and then I load the car. The beach house is cleaned as best we can. The door is locked. We stand gazing at the building. Such memories we have made here.

A few tears streamed down Jessica’s face.

She speaks.

“I don’t want to leave here Roger. But I know we must go back. It’s just sad.”

I stand next to her looking at the house, one arm around her.

So, I speak.

“Well then. It is a good thing I have reserved the house for our next vacation.”

Jessica kisses my whole face. She put on a light blue sundress this morning. We headed down the deserted road. She loosens the top of her dress to expose her breasts to the Mexican sun. She is so much darker now. Makes it difficult for me to focus. The dress is in place as we drive slowly through the small town. Good memories here too.

The border crossing is easy. The airport is a little waiting time. The flight to St. Louis is uneventful. The drive to our home is filled with noise and traffic. I have to say I didn’t miss this.

We are home. The car unpacked. There is laundry to begin. Not much food in the house. Tomorrow will be a shopping day. Jessica did the same as she did on vacation. The dress came off. That evening we went out to the back patio. Once more we discussed some plans for it. Jessica and I sat there naked. The privacy fence keeps the neighbors from intruding.

I miss the sound of the ocean. City noise just isn’t relaxing. Travel has made us tired. We head for bed. Your own bed has a high degree of comfort. If feels like it’s been waiting for our return. In gratitude, the bed folds in with warmth and softness.

We are up early Sunday morning. We have espresso. There isn’t anything for breakfast. We go out. I put on some shorts and a T-shirt. Jessica? Yes, you know she has the brightest pink sundress. We stopped and had breakfast. It’s a small place I know. Good food made from scratch and always tasty.

The grocery store is next. Jessica is in charge here. I merely pushed the cart. She is shopping in such a way as to make me healthy. We are home before noon. The pantry and fridge are full. We have the rest of the day to relax and rest before returning to work tomorrow. We finish laundry and clean the house. Then it’s back to the patio.

Jessica speaks.

“Roger, can we have a hammock out here? A big one that can hold us both.”

I see where she is going with this.

I speak.

“I think we can manage to find that.”

We stayed outside until dark. I miss the stars as they were in Mexico. Not the same here. It is time for bed. Tomorrow, back to real life. But I will make some changes. Work used to be the center of my life. No more. It is now Jessica.