A Decade in an Hour

Inspired by Joe.

As I recall, you didn’t like to be alone. And as I recall, you wouldn’t ask for anything, even if you desperately wanted it.

I opened the door of your car and immediately reached to hold your hand. You were my shining diamond, who’s service is my special dignity. More gorgeous than I could have ever imagined. You noticed my absurdly bright smile as I helped you out of your car in the hotel parking lot. I saw the sunshine in your teeth return the favor.

That dress. That beautiful lilac dress, hugging the curves of your body, and exposing what it could on your chest. You caught me looking, laughed, and pulled me in for a loving hug, pressing your breasts against my torso.

Leading you through the Four Seasons lobby, you told me how happy you were to be here. And how comfortable you felt already.

At dinner, you pulled yourself close to me, and held my hand. I was a bit surprised you were being so intimate already while you traced your fingernail along my palm, making sure to tell me how nice they looked.

It wasn’t long before my hand was on your lap, and moved softly a bit north of your waist. I felt the bottom of your breast relax, and it rested on the top of my hand.

In this precarious position, I looked at you and saw your intriguing smile.

“I have a gift for you,” I said. “Do you feel comfortable coming to my room to get it?”

“Gladly,” you replied.

The elevator up to the room was laden with mirrors, perfect for taking a lovely picture together.

“Don’t we look so cute?” you asked as you showed me the pictures you took of us on your phone.

I opened the door of the room, and the bright purple flashes of petals jumped from the subfusc setting. You ran over to them and picked them up holding them close to your chest and showing me how the flowers matched your dress.

I put one hand on your waste, and with my other hand touched my finger to your collar bone, sliding down slowly until it touched the dress, right on your breast.

I looked up at you, and you looked at me. You invited me with a nod of your head.

Oh how I remember holding them for the first time. Untying your dress, and quickly moving my hands to replace the fabric. Lifting them up and tossing them lightly with your back towards me. Moving your hair out of the way while I kissed your neck, sliding my hands so your nipples were in between my fingers. Your head tiled back, and you left out a moan. They had been aching for my hands since I first held your hand.

My first latch was nothing short of nirvana. You sat on the bed and put one of your soft breasts in my mouth. Tugging and pulling on your nipple with my latch made you start to pant with your breathing.

With every suckle, I knew you more. I learned what you liked by listening to your breathing and noticing your heart beat faster.

You laid down next to me, parallel, and I put one arm around my new love. Holding your breast, squeezing it, using my tongue to pull you in more and more to my mouth.

I looked up and saw the sense of peace fall upon your face. Eyes closed. Loving every second of it.

And that’s when I knew you were my girl. I laid suckling on your breast for an hour, and in that time getting to know you, I felt like I had known you half my life.