Chapter 5: Goodbye And Hello

Joe's been home for three weeks and he's going back to Cambodia soon. This has been a good break. I managed to grab some time for us to be together out of the teaching and research schedule. We've even managed a couple of days away in this really cosy hotel up on the Yorkshire coast, not far from Whitby. Joe seems more relaxed away from home. Maybe, if you travel as much as Joe does at the moment, you just feel more comfortable in hotels?

Whatever the reason, it's been good for us. We've walked on the cliffs and eaten good food and talked about nothing and shagged like rabbits and it's been great.

But, I nearly spoil it. I had told Joe that I would be away while he was, doing some field work for my thesis and I'm thinking how the accommodation at Inward Bound is probably going to be different from the slightly faded splendour of the hotel and I nearly tell Joe about what I'll be doing while he is away. But then I can't, I'm frightened to tell him straight and I get angry with myself and snap at him and Joe says what's got into me and I can't tell him and ... Oh, oh! This is all too complicated.

It's OK in the end, though. And we manage a making-up shag!

It all starts after lunch in the hotel when neither of us say very much and between us we finish a bottle of wine. When we get back to our room I say, "I'm sorry Joe, I didn't mean to get mad."

He says, "Don't worry. Come here," and takes me in his arms. He's gentle but firm as he pulls me towards him. I always like it when he does that. My head fits on his shoulder perfectly. I nestle closer and kiss his neck. "That's good," he says. He's just being nice but in my mind I'm hearing the words of a slave master. The only trouble is I want it to be Joe.

"You know I only want to please," I say, wishing that he would take me at my (unspoken) words.

"In which case, I'd better take you to bed," he responds. He pulls off his shirt. I like his body. It's fit; quite muscley. He smells sweet and musky. He takes my hand, steering me across the room. I let him lead me. As we fall on the bed I go to unfasten the belt of his trousers, it's what a good slave girl would do, after all. Joe laughs as I fumble with it and says, "Here let me." I can't stop him. He unfastens it, unzips his trousers and pushes them off. I try to pull his boxers off. "No," he says, smiling and trying to push my dress up, "let's take yours off."

We tumble together until I'm naked and so is he. We're both laughing. Happy as kids. His hands are on my breasts, then sliding down around my waist, pulling me towards him. I'm kissing him. He's kissing me. We're both aroused and maybe a little drunk. He lays me back, kneeling between my parted thighs, his cock swollen and erect. He goes to pull on a condom but I distract him, reaching out towards his cock. "Its OK", I say: "I'm safe just now." Actually I don't care if I am or not the way I feel at the moment. I reach out towards his cock but he takes my hands in his, lifts them to his lips and kisses them before he lays down on me, I'm giggling at his rather gentlemanly kiss; its more knightly and chivalrous than ravishment but then he kisses me on the neck, the ear and the lips and I feel his cock pressing up against me and the slipping inside.

He's obviously enjoying himself. He's stiffer, thicker, than he has been for quite a while. That arouses me more. I'm murmuring with pleasure and the murmuring gets louder and turns to more of a grunt. He likes that. He's pushing into me, saying how much he loves me, how great it is to be in me, how hard I make him. My hands are on his back, my fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders, squeezing him harder towards me. I'm gasping; the pleasure in my cunt; the feel of his body against mine; the closeness of the two of us. I wrap my legs around his bum, so he can't get away. Can't pull out. I want to feel him come inside me.

And then he comes, his words of love turning to grunts as he pulses into me. I'm not far behind him, my own cries merging with his as I press back at him, as if I could somehow prevent what I know must be the shrinking of his member. But then I'm there, squealing with delight as I gasp and groan into my own orgasm.

He rolls off me, laying back. I snuggle up against him. We lay together, cuddling, for what seems like hours. He gets up, pulls the bed coverings over me and walks across the room.

He's in a reflective mood. "Are you happy Jen?" he says staring out of the hotel window across the windswept view of the bay.

"Mmm, of course," I say. "Especially after that."

"Not just shag happy," Joe grins sitting down on the bed beside me. "Happy happy?"

"Of course."

"It's just that, well, I don't know, you've seemed a bit preoccupied. I know I get moody before these trips sometimes. I just wanted you to know it's nothing you've done and I'm sorry if I've done anything to upset you. I know I can be a bit clumsy."

"Like a bull in china shop?" I laugh and he joins in. "No, it's OK. I've just got a project to work on while you're away and it's going to be quite difficult. And you're going to be in the back of beyond and won't be able to e-mail me and I won't be able to speak to you. That's the trouble really. Not enough time together."