Once I landed at Lambert I was extremely calm. I didn't see him, I was
walking just checking out the people and the little stores, I was not expecting
to see him at that part of the airport (he was waiting for me before the
baggage claim area). There he was, the tallest man ever waiving a welcome
sign he did himself. I was shocked. All girls walking in front of
me were: “awww...” I couldn't do
anything but smile.
I had pictured that
moment a thousand times, should I jump at him? Should I run to him? But if I do
that, what is going to happen with my purse? My bag? Could someone steal it
while we are kissing? Well, none of the above, I did the boring smile and
walk. Once in front of each other he hugged me, we remained hugging for
the longest time. I felt uncomfortable, I had makeup on and I did not
want to stain his shirt, I also felt shy, with all it was the first time I saw
him personally. After the hug he kissed me, it was ok, not great but ok.
The fear got in me, I did not know how to act, I didn't want to be weird
but I did was embarrassed. It was a very weird feeling, like I did know
him in all aspects but I never had the chance to actually be with him physically.
It was like pushing months of dating in one day. He, in the other hand,
was a gentleman. He hold my hand, and gave me hugs, and small kisses,
nothing to sexy or that I would consider him as pushing me.
He took me to Saint
Louis, to do some tourism before going home. After that we decided to go
home...and I was super tired, after 21 hours between flights and waits I was
destroyed. But ladies, we both were waiting for this night, after 1 year of not
seeing each other (for me, you can easily add one more year of a pathetic no
sex life). From Saint Lois to Saint Roberts is a 2 hours drive, and even though
we were listening to hip hop and talking, the dark road, the night, I was
done...I told him I wanted to take a nap until we got there. All I could
think of was: do not ruin this woman, you have to have some fun with him
tonight! He
said that it was ok, and told me to put my head on his lap, I was like: what?
haha I did, and again, he was a gentleman. I slept like an hour, until he woke
me up. We weren't there yet but he said I had my hand in a weird position
and he thought I was going to get a cramp so he moved me...yes, I was up, but
still super tired.
We made it there. All I
could think of was: "don’t ruin this...OMG, I would do anything for a red
bull". You see, after a year of waiting we both created huge
expectations, and even though I told him I wanted the first night to be nice
and slow, a romantic first time, we were in for a show.
I got out of the
vehicle, and he then lift me, we crosses the door as a married couple.
When he turned the lights on, the living room table was full of gifts,
wrapped by him, one for each day of my stay, plus hundreds of Hershey kisses
(my favorites). He showed me the apartment and then it was time...
I chose a not too sexy
gown, black lace, good enough for the first time.
…Well, it wasn't a
perfect. I’m a grown up, we are both divorced so we know about sex.
But it wasn't perfect. We had a size problem. The combination
of me not being with anyone for such a long time and then his proportions did
not help. At a time it was causing me pain so we had to stop. It
was frustrating; next day we tried again, but the more we tried the more he
hurt me, I wasn't helping neither since the thought of the pain was taking the
spark out of it. By the third day I was desperate, I began feeling it was
my fault, I had a great man, which I liked, but could not give him anything.
All this time he was super supportive; he hugged me and told me it was
ok, that we would figure it out. Fuc*k that, I wasn't going to be there
for ever, I had 10 days, and 3 were out. I needed to make it.
So, I went down low, I
made it. He had a good time, so that was a good signed. We decided to change
the protection for something lighter, whatever that said extra sensitive.
We also got some lubricant to help me. That was the key! on day
five we finally made it, both of us had a happy ending :)
We began knowing each
other more, and being able to do it more. When we were on day eight we
decided that time was going by too fast so he extended my ticket. That
gave us more time, but by the end of the second week we over did it...the sex
was a little bit to aggressive and he made me bleed a bit, so we stop for 5
days...By the fifth I was still bleeding a bit and I was worried it was
something worst, like it got me real worried but it was almost time for me to
go so we decided were going to do it, be intimate again. He didn’t want
to at first because he wanted me to heal, but I could see the happiness going
out of his face haha so I told him, I was good with it. We made love, and
afterwards I had the period. Thank you baby Jesus...
Besides our
"getting to know each other better trauma" we had a great time. This
man is super romantic and he is always pending of my needs.
Like he knows how much I
like to sleep so the days the room services needed to come in to change the
sheets he would carry me from bed to the living room couch (in my sleep!) so she
could do the room, he would go to the hotel’s breakfast area everyday for my
breakfast and bring it back to the room before work, getting me a Starbucks on
his way back home, cooking for me…is this man
the best or what?!
