Day Off

by C P King

I needed a day off. My clients had been running me ragged. Family stuff overwhelming. Baseball season schedule. Just work, work, work. But my mind, in the growing warmth of the days, kept thinking of ways to get away. I had made a lot of "days off" really lately. And maybe that’s why the work pile seemed so much higher. I still just needed one more day off. Today. To be with her. I moved my last appointment up an hour so I could leave a little earlier.

When we had met, I was the bold single one out looking. 38 years old, feminine, with a wild streak. Long brown hair and comfortable in dresses as well as my jeans. After several long-term relationships I found myself loathingly without a soulmate to share my every day with. After dating what seemed like dozens of women I gave up on looking so to speak. Had set my mind to just enjoy my days until someone stole my heart. I kept meeting a variety of people to broaden my base of ladies I could meet. I had agreed to have lunch with Sharon after she emailed me and said that she lived close by. Even though she told me she was in a very solid relationship, she just wanted to make new friends. Social. The girl thing. A new person to meet. Sharon described herself as feminine and very outdoors type. Biked. Camped. With long hair and a thin little build and waist.

It was one of those days when I needed an adventure, a day off, so we scheduled it.
She had said that she was Bi and knew a bunch of lesbians in the area. My thought was cool, another nice person to meet that could introduce me to available single lady friends. We both realized at that first meeting that we both were attracted to each other. It was at that first meeting that I realized she was looking for a safe lesbian plaything. She wasn’t just looking for a girlfriend to shop with on her days away from her homelife. In my frustrated singleness I was only looking at her body but trying to let all the hesitations in wanting anything more with this woman to run its course. Have a nice lunch, meet her friends, and move on.

It did. Run its course that is. Right through me. I wanted her. She wanted me. We met again. Deliberately, to just enjoy each other. With the understanding that I still needed a nice single lesbian to fall in love with and have domestic bliss and that our trysting wouldn’t last after I fell in love with someone or until she couldn’t handle the schedule or her husband put a stop to it.

Yes. Husband. Not lesbian partner at home. Husband. He knew. I was welcome to call the house. Could Sharon come out and play? He just wanted her happy and I wasn’t the first. Weird situation. Even talking to him on the phone. Weird. So the momentum built as we learned more and more about each other.

Every chance we could get, it was a night here, a weekend there. I like her so much it has created perhaps too many days off. We now have even become good friends. I still am trying to keep options open and meet true single lesbian ladies. She has been content to work me in when she needs to. To have soft kisses and wild sex in occasions to look forward to between her own work and homelife adventures. Or just the different comfort of a woman and perhaps even to have a little bit of me.

I like kissing her. I like how she makes me feel. I keep focused in my mind that she says she loves me. I keep focused in my mind that this is only temporary. I needed a day off. So I called her and told her I was coming. I’d be there late evening after I finished my appointments, but I’d be there to spend the night. She didn’t say no. She said "we can stay in the guesthouse for the night".
As usual I rushed through my work just to get away. Another day off. I got there around 8:00 and they had not had dinner yet. Even though I had stopped on the way and eaten because of the late time, I didn’t say anything and prepared to eat again. It was a strange dinner with us all quite nervous but casual as we could try to be for our age. I didn’t eat much but didn’t want them to feel they couldn’t even though I had eaten an hour earlier.

I watched everyone’s eyes as we went through the hours. Who was not going to be able to handle this first? There was not much awkwardness that any of us would acknowledge verbally but it lingered heavily in the air. Sharon excused us to the guesthouse saying that she needed a shower and I said I’d join her to get my stuff settled in. I knew we wouldn’t be back to the house for the night. I said something like see ya in the morning to her husband. Alone with her in the guest house I pulled her near into a kiss. She was having a hard time with this here in her home space. She kissed me back and pulled away some at the same time. Because she hadn’t felt well the last several days I told her that we just needed to go to bed. She needed to sleep and I would just hold her.

In the darkness by the fireplace in sleeping bags layered on the floor we held each other and caressed our good nights. My hand under her T-shirt, I slowly rubbed up and down her back. The feel of her skin under my hand, her smooth, toned body warm under my touch made the schedules and the driving all to worthwhile. My own temporary bliss.

I do love her as a person. I do want even more than more is right now with her. It would be bliss to make her days shine everyday if I could, but at that moment I just took in the touch of her skin, right then, right in my arms, that feel of her body to make me forget all of everything and just want her so. My hand traced around to her breasts and I encircled them gently. Back and forth down her back, to her breasts, along her sides my fingers touched lightly. The whole while we were snuggled into each other. Occasionally I kissed down on her cheek, her eyes closed in the darkness, she would nuzzle me back. I had missed her. Missed her touch. Holding her now my fire of desire was building.

I slipped off my panties without a word and we snuggled back into a ready for sleep cuddle as my hand once again resumed my trace along her back under her night shirt. The fire built again quickly. I knew with the cramps she had had the last several days that she didn’t want me to touch her but I couldn’t help myself to press into her. As my hand moved up and down her side, I felt her hand on my side squeezing in gently. We started to kiss as I slipped a hand beneath her loose pajama bottoms and with her bare butt cheek in my hand pulled her tighter into me.

The quietness in the room became slowly more broken with our growing sighs and moans. The sounds of our lips smacking, kissing and sucking on each others skin.

Suddenly her hand was on my pussy. She felt my oozing heat and did not hesitate to push her fingers on into vagina. My back arched and I heaved as my body thrust into her hand.
I lost function of my body, my arms almost limp hanging around her as she pushed me and stroked me closer to my breaking point. Fading deeper on my back with my legs bent up, her hand driving between them, my body tremored and shook with her repeated stimulation. As I cry out and come she continues to play me. More peaks. More rushes. My body is lost under her touch and I can’t feel it anymore other than the heat and vibrating orgasms coming from deep within my crevice. She moans with her pleasure in my reaction. She kisses me with the feeling on her fingers of the explosions she felt. The explosions that she gave me.

I tremble and shake. My body still limp and now covered in sweat to every pore. I feel her hand brushing about me. Noting my sweat. Feeling my heart still race, my shortness still of breath, she sweetly coos "shshshsh".

She curls into my recovery in a good night cuddle. I pull the blanket up around her and sigh. Kissing her goodnight, I kiss deeply and rub my hand gently up her back. I stop my hand and enjoy her drifting into sleep.

Staring at the stars out the window for hours. Listening at the crackle of the fire slowly dying. I can’t go to sleep.
Not wanting to wake her I laid there. Longer and longer.
Finally slipping from our makeshift bed I try quietly to build up the fire. Softly she asks if I’m all right. Urging her to go back to sleep and apologizing for waking her, I fight longer with the fire. Standing there in the dark watching the flames finally leap up I look to her sleeping peacefully on the floor amidst the blankets and sleeping bags. With the crackle of the logs filling the room, I slip back into our bed.

Fully awake, the fire’s warmth in my hands, I cannot help myself but to touch her. My hands running along her body in those wee dark hours, she was asleep but responding. Her body making small movements against me but no whispers to stop. Smoothly and slowly I made my way down to her crotch. Her wetness perpetrated her sleep. With gently probing and light strokes I entered her deep and pouring clit. Her sleeping body moaned into my hand.
Without her cramps, without her pain, in her relaxed sleep dream she let me move her. My lips on her breast and her neck. My hand moving harder and deeper into her. With my other hand I pulled down the rest of her pajama bottoms and shifted my position to totally direct her. With my fingers inside her playing circles on her chords I watched her half-sleeping body move and spasm up in its rise at my strokes. I continued manipulating my fingers inside her. Feeling her muscles tighten and contract. Feeling her hot juices pour more intensely around my hand. Her body now taken over. She felt nothing but the building orgasms. Her moans and rocking pelvis as well as the feel of her muscles on my fingers within her told me how close. Her breath drew in sharply and for an instant she stopped breathing. Her body quaked and tremored and I felt the rush of every muscle from within her. She sighed and moaned for me to just hold it. Stopping my hand in her juices I held her and felt her reverb. Without any movement, stopped in that moment that lasted for many seconds, I felt her shaking body and held her, felt her come.

Kissing my cheek in her half sleep, she gripped at my arms while she gathered herself back to level. I felt the sweat of her heated body and as I kissed her, my hand throbbing with its efforts as well as what I had felt with it, my own body’s reaction took over. Feeling her come, her body’s’ rush made me lava against her. Moving up onto her, pressing our pussies together I felt her pubic hairs rub me. Her hot come against my burning clit. Suddenly, my nipples bursting, I was exploding inside from just having felt her orgasm. I could feel it. I could feel why. I whispered to her that just feeling her makes me come. My body wreathed atop her. Pressing and riding against her I needed to get it out. Needed this orgasm racking me to bleed forth and stop aching me. She wrapped her arms tighter around me as she felt my body out of control but coming on her, for her, from her. I screamed out softly and almost crying, my body forced out the orgasms. Rift after rift I came in such oceans and each one was felt. Each one spurted out from within. She moaned an ‘mmmmmmmmm’ into me as I felt her holding me and enjoying my lack of control atop her. She let me come and come on her, ride and ride on her forcing out all the orgasms from within me. My legs limp around her but my cunt aching against her cunt hard in my cries to release and force the rushes out of me. Burning I moaned. Collapsing I shook. Trembling atop her, my body reverbing on its own the great flushes and numbness throughout. ‘mmmmmmmmm’ I returned into her ear.

Sliding to one side I wrapped my spent body around her. She kissed me again and we cuddled back into sleep mode. This time I fell fast asleep with the rushes of lingering tremors enveloping my dreams till I was gone to sleep land.
The next morning we both stirred at the same time. Still holding each other, the daylight pouring in I tried to playfully nuzzle her nipples. She wanted to know what time it was. I couldn’t reach my watch. Ignoring her desire to know the time I continued to kiss her neck, her cheek. She wouldn’t kiss me back. I realized her apprehension was where we were. She needed to know the time. She was thinking about her husband and if the morning was too late he might come knocking. I could feel that even though he was OK with this, she didn’t want him to see it. See our nakedness on the floor amidst the strewn blankets.

I also suddenly felt so strange in this place of theirs. I found my watch, it was 8:30 am. I knew I would be leaving soon and I wanted to touch her again, a last time for this day but she was to apprehensive. As she dressed I laid naked watching her. She said that she’d go to the house and scrounge up breakfast. I said "if you need to go tell him good morning than just say so." There was a coldness in my voice I felt so I followed it with a sigh and then said, "tell him good morning from me. I think we’re all a little weird with this. And I can kinda see why you don’t want him to see this part of it", as I motioned with my hand about our bed and clothes piled everywhere. She smiled at me as she pulled on her boots. She came over to me and kissed me before she left. I slapped myself mentally that this was what I signed up for. I didn’t realize how it would feel. I didn’t know this really would be how it would be. I got up quickly and dressed. Folded all the blankets, packed my bags and put them in my car parked just outside the guest house. Going back to my car with another load I met them both just outside the house. Good morning he said carrying a plate of danish. "And good morning to you. The day looks like another bright sunny one," I said back looking past him at her looking into my eyes with a quiet smile.

We would all be friends. It just wasn’t going to be talked about. I watched her every movement and gesture for clues, for information, for even some direction. We ate breakfast standing around the kitchen making small talk of the projects that they were working on around their property.
I had joked over the previous weeks that I’d help with the projects just to be around her. She caught me off guard when she said, "I told Don you wanted to help with the new floor, or do you want to go hiking?" Laughing and trying to be my most cooperative, flexible self, I assured them that I had volunteered sincerely and would love to help them with their project. With almost a rush to divert the day’s attention away from the morning, they both started pulling out material and tools from the boxes around the room. Having laid many floors and been involved in construction in some way or another most of my life I picked right up and found my niche to which I could help. We worked together for an hour or so until we got to a point we couldn’t go further without more material. A neighbor came by and took Don off for another task. Alone again in the house I tried to hold her and kiss her in a stolen moment. She backed away not wanting to be walked in on. She suggested a hike. She would go away with me. But not kiss me more here in the lightness of day.
Looking at my watch I told her I really had to get back. I had more work to catch up on and if I started to help more it would be several hours or if we went for a walk it would be that many more hours. She seemed perplexed at my insistence on getting going. She asked me what time it was anyway. When I told her quarter to 12, her expression showed that she didn’t think it was already so late. She knew I had said that I would have to leave by 12 before I even came up.

I stared at her. She looked back at me. "What?", she questioned.
"Nothing," I said back to her still looking intently into her eyes.
"You want to ask me something," she pried again, "What is it?".

All I could say was nothing really, that I didn’t know what to say, that this was all weird. I said that I’d call her later and say good bye to Don as I drove past the house on my way out.
"You’re trying to say something or ask me something by the way you are looking at me, what is it?" she inquired further.
"Don’t worry about it, we’ll dissect it later. I really had a good time. Your place is really nice," I said to her as I kissed her cheek.

Touching my hand through my open window she laughed and said we’ll both send dissertations by email on this one. I assured her I wouldn’t and pasted on my sweetest smile. Inside I guess I did want to cry. Inside I just wanted her to grab me. Inside I just wanted to hear acknowledgment of how we felt when we touched each other. But I knew it couldn’t be. I knew it would not be here now. Don was walking up from the path. I smiled again and blew her a kiss.
"Really enjoyed it," I said to him. "Really nice place. We’ll all see each other soon," I continued, squeezing his hand he extended to my car window. I drove off with the glimpse of her eyes in my back mirror, standing in her own driveway, next to her husband. I had wanted to hear her thoughts, I wanted her to tell me what she was thinking, talk to me. But I knew it wasn’t the time or place. We both had enjoyed it and gotten what we thought we should have out of it, no need to take that part apart. The rest. It would ravel itself out as it came. He was sweet too. Did that make it harder? We all were sincerely ourselves. Did that make it less strange?

In my car driving home I tried to think of my work. All I could think of was her wetness. I tried to think of my week’s schedule. All I could think of was how my body reacted to her deep touch. I tried to wonder where this all was going. All I could think of was the pleasant days off I was having.
Sure, a nice lesbian will find me one day. Want all of me, everyday. Until then, I have some pretty wild days off, that’s for sure.