Sorry that I have not written much lately, but things have been so crazy. Antonia and I have been trying a lot of new stuff lately and teaching each other new skills and crafts. As an example – she loves to make pottery and has all kinds of equipment at here place. The stuff she makes she brings to little shops and such, its really great stuff. I wouldn’t dare say how much she supplements her income with this hobby, but it’s enough that she doesn’t owe anything on her car and has already paid off more than a third of her condo in less than five years of owning it.
I mean – this stuff (in my opinion) is New York City good. It’s funny; the glass blowing at the pottery making…it’s all so very “Ghost.” We just need the Righteous Brothers to sing in the background. We can (however) leave out the part about the guy getting shot. Sheez. She has been dying to have a guy in her life that would take interest in some of the things that she loves to do, such as the glass and pottery stuff. I think it’s cool as hell and I suck miserably at it! I made a coffee mug that I think would be banned in 40 states due to safety concerns. I try though!
On my end, I’m teaching her how to play guitar and giving her voice lessons. I’m not going to be recording anything any time soon, but I do okay for myself and she is actually a great student. There is something so sexy about her with a guitar in front of her, her hair spilling into her face as she tries so hard to remember chords.
The time we get together is very precious and we are trying to be that active couple that tries to has a lot of fun together but doesn’t need to go out and spend a ton of money to do it. We start tango lessons this week. Basically we’re a very geeky couple. We’re also trying to only spend three or four nights a week together. It’s way too easy to fall into that being around each other thing 24/7 and always spending a night together. She needs to have freedom to get out and do her thing, as do I. I need my night to sit in front of the TV and play X Box all night, or watch re-runs of the OC. I also really enjoy reading. I really cherish my solitaire time, as does she. Plus when we go two days with out seeing each other we really appreciate the nights that we get together.
New Year’s Eve was crazy. I’ve always done the go out and get crazy thing, as did she. Her ex would make her get all dolled up so he would have his trophy girlfriend, they would hit bars and he’d get hammered and then they would go home and see the New Year in by fighting all night. My idea of a good time!
I wanted to do something special for her (and me). About 20 miles from where I live I knew of this band that was playing. They were playing in the hotel ballroom of a very snazzy place. The band played Big Band era stuff, Jazz, Swing, Blues. Two of the people in the band used to tour with BB King. She is used to clubbing and dancing to hip-hop and such…so this was a big chance that she would hate it. I was nervous as hell.
It’s a total black tie affair. Tux, gown and the whole nine. She had no clue what we were doing as we left in the afternoon of New Year’s Eve. I had her pack her gown and such, telling her she could “change later.” We arrived at the hotel and checked in. The room was breathtaking. There was a fireplace in the room, a spectacular view of the city, a two people hot tub…I’ve never stayed in a place like this. Certainly worth the $400 plus I shelled out.
I had arranged for champagne and strawberries to be in the room when we arrived. I popped the bottle and poured glasses for both of us. Antonia plopped into one of the insanely plush and comfortable chairs and sipped her champagne. I sat in front of her and took her shoes off and rubbed her feet. Nothing feels better than a good foot rub!
I generally can’t be touching any part of her for too long without becoming aroused and she can read it on me like a book. She was moaning that it felt so good, her feet are killing her…could I go a little higher and do her calves? Mmmmmm, that’s great. My hamstrings are killing me…maybe a little higher?
She’s sitting with my hands under her, digging into her hamstrings. I’m hard as hell and thinking that I can’t make any kind of move, she’s enjoying this too much. Sometimes it takes the other foot a little longer to drop with me! She knew what she was doing all the while.
“Mmmmm, God you do that well. That’s great; I think I pulled something last week. Hey…this kind of hurts too. Can you do something about this” she asks and raises her skirt to expose her thong. “And what my dear hurts?” I grinned. Eyes wide, in a real innocent tone she answered with a slight pout “I don’t know, but I have a boo boo right here…maybe you could kiss it?” She slid her thong to one side exposing her pussy to me. My heart seemed to be pounding in my temples and I crawled up to her, taking her into my mouth and slowly teasing her clit with my tongue.
Antonia went almost two years without anyone going down on her and she truly enjoys making up for lost time. I get comfortable and I could literally stay down there for hours. There is something so sexy, hot…words can’t describe…I mean, what kind of man DOESN”T treasure putting your mouth where LIFE STARTS? I’ve always felt that the world revolves around women and that they are the superior creature on this planet, there is nothing that should be treasured more than when a lady trusts you enough to allow you to make love to her with your tongue and fingers.
After almost a half hour she pulled me to her and we simply fucked. Fucking is the only words I can use, tearing at each others clothes, only taking off portions, her bra getting partially torn, bending over the chair and thrusting herself back on to my cock, sticking through the slit in my boxers, my pants around my ankles. My hands gripping her hips tightly, her thrusting back on me…I fucked her as hard as I could. I exploded inside her and we both collapsed, catching our breath.
After we finished we decided to then undress, shower and slip into the hot tub. Great start to a great night! Room service, a massage provided by me (followed by another session of rough and tumble sex) and another shower. We dressed and got ready to head to the ballroom. When Antonia appeared from the separate room that she used as a changing room I had to catch my breath. Her dress was black and flowed around her ankles, strapless and modestly low cut. She wore the diamond necklace that I had purchased, her hair done to perfection. “Oh my” she whispered taking me in “you really clean up nice!” commenting on my tux. I’m one of those guys that believe that renting a tux is an awful thing to do. Every man should own a few suits and a tux. Mine is a classic black with short tails, vest and a tie. The vest is silver white with a matching tie. Due to the nature of the band I wanted to go a little out and I brought the top hat and cane, thinking she would reject them if she thought it were silly.
She didn’t.
We arrived at the ballroom shortly after 10 and were greeted with a waiter asking for our drink order. I didn’t know, although I should have, that the ticket prices for the ball included all the drinks we could stomach. We took our drinks and found a table and took in the night. The ballroom was amazing, ceilings as high as I could remember seeing, decked out in 1920’s garb. My fear of being over dressed was quickly squashed as I saw every man in the room wearing at least a tux, some also with hats, and some also with canes and some wearing long tails. Antonia was the best looking lady in the room. To my surprise we weren’t the only “younger” couple in the room. I would say the average couple age was 34 or 35 years old.
We’re starting our Tango lessons soon, but I can dance. I can swing, fox trot, waltz…I’m a talented kind of guy! Snicker. It wasn’t long before we were waltzing or swinging all over the floor. The music was amazing, the band was amazing, and the atmosphere was amazing. It’s hard to explain; maybe it was just the company I kept. We became friendly with another couple that happens to live in our hometown, the girl knew Antonia, as she was a frequent shopper in Antonia’s store. When midnight came…I’ve never seen anything like it. The band played a very smooth jazz number until 11:55 and suddenly all the lights went down, down, down. The lead singer, with the steady pulse behind him, in a smooth Barry White type voice “now kittens and cats…please direct your attention to Times Square…”
With that several large screen TVs were lowered from the ceiling. The band played their soulful beat as the ball began it’s decent. “When we hit 11:59 y’all…I trust you know what to do…”
My arms wrapped around Antonia from behind, we swayed back and forth and watched the ball dropping. 10…9…8…7…6…
As we hit “1” and 2005, we took each other in our arms and shared a kiss. As New Year’s hit suddenly the skies in the ballroom seemed to open as balloons started to fall from above us, almost a never-ending supply of them. As the balloons fell the band started into a very cool version of Auld Lang Syne. Antonia’s eyes were wide eyes like a little girl that just got that dollhouse she’s wanted from the start of time. The smile on her face lit the room. She kissed me, smiling and giggled,”this is crazy…this is amazing…oh my God.” We then danced cheek to cheek, her arms around my neck and she kissed me gently and whispered that she loved me.
It’s the first time she’s ever come right out and said, “I love you.”
We danced until 4am when they closed the place down. One of the last standing couples, along with our new friends. Tim suggested that we go to Denny’s next door for some food and Antonia was all over that. We ate, drank too much coffee and water and tried to stave off the on coming hang over that all four of us knew we couldn’t avoid.
Walking back into the hotel room at 6am I made arrangements for a late check out. Standing behind Antonia I slowly unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. I kissed the back of her neck, her shoulders, and kissed my way down her back. Hooking my fingers into her nylons, I slid them to her ankles and off and then unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Antonia then undressed me and we stood in the middle of the room, naked and hugging, loving the feeling of her flesh pressed to mine. “Are you tired?” she asked. I was, but I think my hardness pressed against her answered for me.
She took my hands and pulled me to the bed. I kissed her stomach and started to run my tongue to her pussy when she pulled me up to her. “I think,” she started “you’ll find that I’m already quite wet enough for this. I’ve been dripping all night being with you.” She kissed me and took my cock in her hand, moving it to her pussy. She was right as I slid in easily. We made love with me on top, and then rolled over. She placed both feet flat on the bed and steadied herself with one hand and rode me. Her other hand was on her clit and she breathed for me to touch her tits, pull her nipples gently.
Watching my cock slide in and out of her, and her hand on her clit, I knew it wouldn’t take long and I told her to slow down. She smirked and bites her lower lip and leaned forward and started moving her hips back and forth faster and faster. Taking my face in both her hands she forcefully whispered “show me how much I turn you on, try to fight it…fight it…you can’t, can you? Show me, show me…”
And she was right…seconds later I was moaning and I came. Antonia continued to fuck me and my cock wasn’t done, not showing any signs of going down. She came herself and then we held each other. “I really do it for you, don’t I?” she asked without a hint of confidence. She is still coming to terms with how much power she holds. I nodded. We kissed and she turned back to me, wrapping me around her.
Hours later as the setting sun shone through the windows I woke up to her lips on me again…