Homecoming
Home was dark and lonely with my lover out of the country, and so I delayed going home for as long as I could. My friends were great, very pleased in fact to have me to themselves for an evening, but around midnight I thanked them for a wonderful time and left.
The drive home was a bit stressful. Fog had rolled in, covering Silicon Valley in a quilted blanket. As I drove down the winding road into the valley from the mountains around Los Gatos, deer materialized in the fog, grazing on lawns and watching me pass with curious dark eyes. I got turned around once in the dark and the fog and when I finally found the ramp for I-280 I heaved a sigh of relief. Shoulders I didn't know were tense suddenly relaxed.
An hour later, I reached San Francisco. I pulled into the garage and as soon as I did, I had thoughts of my cold bed. Tempurpedic it may be, with silky-smooth 1000 threadcount sheets, but the night was cool and there was no one to warm myself against. I felt a bit of melancholy, but chased it off with the mantra "Tomorrow. Tomorrow he'll be home."
I love the darkness. I've always found it friendly and embracing, and I have excellent night vision, so I didn't bother with lights. I walked straight up to my room and started stripping down. I was bent over, untangling my panties from around my feet, when hands seized my hips. I knew it was a man by the erection he ground against my ass.
Fear froze my throat. I couldn't breathe, couldn't talk. I wanted to pull away, but self-defense training kicked in. I leaned backwards, throwing my weight against him. He fell into the door, taking me with him. I dove my hands between my thighs, aiming for his balls, determined to emasculate my uninvited guest. Or at least stun him long enough to get away.
His "Ow! Kay that hurt!" saved his ambition to one day be a father. I knew that voice.
"You should know better than to sneak up on me you stupid idiot!" I hissed at him as I helped him move to my bed. The way he was rubbing his back it looked like he'd taken the doorknob in his kidney.
"I wasn't sneaking up on you. I told you I'd be here around One," he grumbled.
"I thought you meant 1pm not 1am!"
I helped him lay down on my bed, then crawled in next to him.
"I'm sorry baby," I said, and kissed him.
"I'm sure you are," he said with a grin in his voice. "Who knows when I'll be able to have sex?"
I ran my hand down his chest and put my head on his heart.
"I don't mind if you just lay there," I said suggestively, letting my hand slide farther down until I was cradling the warmth of him.
"Well I do!" He said, and pushed my hand away. "My back hurts!"
"How about I kiss it and make it better?"
"How about we go to sleep and try this again later?" he responded grumpily.
I threw my leg over his and kissed his chest.
"I'm glad you're home," I said, and gave him a big squeeze.
"I can tell. Some homecoming!"
The drive home was a bit stressful. Fog had rolled in, covering Silicon Valley in a quilted blanket. As I drove down the winding road into the valley from the mountains around Los Gatos, deer materialized in the fog, grazing on lawns and watching me pass with curious dark eyes. I got turned around once in the dark and the fog and when I finally found the ramp for I-280 I heaved a sigh of relief. Shoulders I didn't know were tense suddenly relaxed.
An hour later, I reached San Francisco. I pulled into the garage and as soon as I did, I had thoughts of my cold bed. Tempurpedic it may be, with silky-smooth 1000 threadcount sheets, but the night was cool and there was no one to warm myself against. I felt a bit of melancholy, but chased it off with the mantra "Tomorrow. Tomorrow he'll be home."
I love the darkness. I've always found it friendly and embracing, and I have excellent night vision, so I didn't bother with lights. I walked straight up to my room and started stripping down. I was bent over, untangling my panties from around my feet, when hands seized my hips. I knew it was a man by the erection he ground against my ass.
Fear froze my throat. I couldn't breathe, couldn't talk. I wanted to pull away, but self-defense training kicked in. I leaned backwards, throwing my weight against him. He fell into the door, taking me with him. I dove my hands between my thighs, aiming for his balls, determined to emasculate my uninvited guest. Or at least stun him long enough to get away.
His "Ow! Kay that hurt!" saved his ambition to one day be a father. I knew that voice.
"You should know better than to sneak up on me you stupid idiot!" I hissed at him as I helped him move to my bed. The way he was rubbing his back it looked like he'd taken the doorknob in his kidney.
"I wasn't sneaking up on you. I told you I'd be here around One," he grumbled.
"I thought you meant 1pm not 1am!"
I helped him lay down on my bed, then crawled in next to him.
"I'm sorry baby," I said, and kissed him.
"I'm sure you are," he said with a grin in his voice. "Who knows when I'll be able to have sex?"
I ran my hand down his chest and put my head on his heart.
"I don't mind if you just lay there," I said suggestively, letting my hand slide farther down until I was cradling the warmth of him.
"Well I do!" He said, and pushed my hand away. "My back hurts!"
"How about I kiss it and make it better?"
"How about we go to sleep and try this again later?" he responded grumpily.
I threw my leg over his and kissed his chest.
"I'm glad you're home," I said, and gave him a big squeeze.
"I can tell. Some homecoming!"
Labels: erotic vignette, erotica, erotica vignette, intimacy, snuggling
posted by Kayar Silkenvoice at 6:43 AM
1 Comments:
It's never safe to sneak up on an unsuspecting woman. And doing so naked surely adds to the risk for bodily harm. At least he didn't get himself stuck between a door on his way out of harms way.
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