Here today, gone tomorrow...

My guy was back in the office on Monday. I got there and noticed his new jacket on his desk chair. He was likely in a meeting.

I went to my desk to get settled in. Underneath my desk was a bag from Trader Joe's. I had asked him to get me a small box of chocolate-covered edamame. I love edamame, but have never heard of them being covered in chocolate until a friend had posted a picture up on Facebook. I included the photo for my guy and even did the research to find the address for him. He was kind to pick that up for me while he was in Dallas.

I had mentioned that if he couldn't find the edamame, that it would be okay. I would be happy with getting a slice of iced lemon pound cake from any airport at Starbucks in the States instead. I have no idea why Starbucks cafes in Canada to not offer the same baked goods.

Anyway, my guy got me pecan popcorn and some dashboard wipes, too. It sounds weird, but he knows that I like popcorn and that we have a joke about seeing a movie. He'd get me real Coke and popcorn. We both have a thing for sprucing up our cars, so he thought that the dashboard wipes would come in handy.

On a break from his meeting, he came up to talk to me. He told me that my slice of lemon pound cake was in the communal fridge in the kitchen. I was so pleased. I gave him an either-or option between picking up the edamame and the lemon cake. He opted to get both! I am a lucky girl.

I looked at what he was wearing.

"Is that your new shirt [that you got at Costco]?" I asked him.
"Yes," he said. It was white with blue stripes. It was perfect for spring, which is around the corner.
"It looks great! Button," I said, noticing that one of his shirt buttons was not done up and touched his chest.
"Thanks," he said, as he went to button it up.
"Or, you can leave them all unbuttoned. I don't mind," I said.

We talked for a bit. He touched my right elbow. I went to squeeze his hand. We held hands for a bit while talking.

"We need to have a meeting," he said quietly to me.
"Yes," I nodded.

We left work just before 18:00. I left first. I had parked in the lot about two cars away from my guy's vehicle. I went to back up, looked to my right, and my guy was staring at me. He startled me. I shifted my car to park and rolled down my window, explaining how startled I was. He smiled at me.

"Did you want to grab some dinner at the Chinese restaurant?" he asked me.
"Are you hungry?" I asked him.
"I am. You?"
"Not really, but I might be by the time we order food. Okay."

So, we drove over to what seems to be our regular dinner hangout by work. I got there first and waited for my guy, who parked next to me. I noticed his new bomber jacket that he was wearing. He looked nice in it.

We found a quiet corner in the restaurant. We sat next to each other. We held hands. It's an interesting dynamic that we have. I am the one who always has warm hands. He doesn't. I tend to warm him up.

My guy was subtle. He told me that he missed me. He then moved my hand and placed it over his crotch. Yep, his cock had missed me, too. I had fun touching it a few times during our conversation at the table, just to see how his horny meter was doing.

"What's yummy?" I asked, trying to decide what to order from the menu.
"You," he said without any thought.

He's sweet and horny. It's a nice combination.

We did get our food. He said that we should eat fast. I told him that we could have been in the treehouse by now, but his hunger got in the way. I said that he could wait for another thirty minutes. My guy is like a little boy sometimes.

"I don't think I can wait. I will explode!"
"No, you won't. You'll be okay."

I like placing my hand on his thigh, caressing and squeezing it. My guy commented that he loves when my hand just warms up any area that I have it on him. 

He is a gentleman. He escorted me to my car and opened the door for me. He then grabbed my left buttock. I was getting incredibly turned on. I had missed his touch.

We drove over to our usual spot and got into the treehouse. He was being his sweet self by saying how beautiful I was.

We locked lips. We kissed. It seemed like ages since his sweet lips were pressed against mine.

He groped my right breast. His hand went under my sweater. He took my breasts out of my black bra, which he loved and told me so. He sucked them. He told me that he had missed them. He loved having his head between them. He enjoyed playing with them.

He fingered my clit. I was wet. He continued to play with me. Moments later, I came. It was long overdue.

I rested in his arms for a bit. Our lips met again. We kissed some more.

He bent me slightly over his knee. I didn't get spanked. Instead, he fingered my butt. My face was caressing his left hand. He liked what I was doing. My orgasm was intense. I was weak after coming a second time.

I rested my head on his lap. He flipped my hair over so he could see my face.

I eventually had enough strength to sit up. We embraced. 

"I can't take this any more. I am going to die if I don't take it out!" my guy said, undoing his belt.
"You are not going to die!" I told him. "You can't. There wouldn't be any treehouse time."

We kissed some more. I wrapped my fingers around his hard penis and started giving him a handjob. We unlocked lips for a bit. He wanted me to kiss him while I jerked him off. So, I did. My lips seemed to be perpendicular to his. I traced my tongue around his soft lips. We French kissed. He was extremely excited.

He came. He came a lot. He was incredibly dopey afterwards. And yes, there was a mess that needed to be cleaned up.

We chatted after for a bit while being in each other's arms. It was raining outside. 

"There's a chance that I will be flying out this week," he told me.
"I know. It's a part of the job."
"I'll let you know," he reassured me.

We are closer than ever. He tells me these sorts of details as they happen. In the past, he would tell me at the very last minute. Mind you, it wasn't his fault. He always is made aware of these trips on short notice.

We hugged and kissed a bit more before we left the treehouse. We hugged when we got out, too. He then walked me over to my car.

"I will miss you," he said to me.
"You will?" I asked him. Normally, I am the mushy one.
"I always miss you," sealing the deal with one final kiss for the evening.

On Tuesday, my guy told me that he is flying off to Trinidad on Wednesday. I am happy that he is travelling more these days. He told me to be well and that we'd be in touch.

I have reassured him that exchanging e-mails last week made our time away from each other easier. He indicated that he would make more time for me on Skype compared to his last trip. I could tell by our evening out on Monday that he didn't want us to not talk. He said that he missed hearing my voice, and seeing my face and hair. He missed that along with the physicality of our relationship. It's a mutual feeling. It was nice to be in his arms again for a bit.