USB C cable for charging his phone and punishing me

When my guy and I had last met for lunch, his cell phone had died. He didn't have a USB C cable in his car to charge it.

I had a USB C cable and a battery pack in my purse. I never thought of having his phone charge while we were having lunch. Oops!

We talked about it the other day.

"How did you get to the restaurant?" I asked my directionally challenged guy.
"My phone died across the street from the restaurant, so I was okay," he admitted.
"How about leaving to head back to the office?" I asked him.
"I knew roughly where the highway was. I just took a major street north and found it," he said.
"Cool. I'm so glad," I replied.
"I was directionally skilled," he said.

I laughed out loud.

"You're just making fun of me because I'm directionally challenged," he pointed out.
"I'm teasing you because you're sweet," I replied.

He liked that a lot.

"I now have a USB C cable my car after that incident," he said.
"That's a relief," I noted.
"I can also use it to punish you. I like red lines across your butt," he hinted.
"I'm a good girl, though," I pleaded.
"No, you're my bad girl," he said.

I like being his bad girl. I also like the thought of having him tie my hands up for a good spanking.

Playfully looking for car keys

After lunch, my guy and I drove in our separate cars from the restaurant to the parking lot at work. Despite his overshooting the street where we were supposed to turn and then making a u-turn, I was in front of two indecisive drivers who were too afraid to turn left. Ugh!

Anyway, I parked next to his car and he placed his two pieces of luggage in my car.

"I keep feel like I forgot something," he said to me.
"Do you have your passport?" I asked.
"Yes," he said.
"You can give me your car keys. I will make sure that your car is fine," I hinted.
"Um, no," he said.

It's fun teasing him. I went to dig for his keys in his pocket, but he prevented me from getting them. I always enjoy when we are being playful.

Roles - reversed and maintained

In our relationship, I tend to be the one who is punctual. My guy is the tardy one.

Our roles got reversed today.

I left 1.5 hours before we were to meet at 13:30 for lunch. There was a ton of construction everywhere that I ended up needing an extra twenty minutes to get to the restaurant.

My guy called me just before 13:30.

"Hey, there. Where is the restaurant?" he asked me.
"When you get off the highway and travel south, you are turning right, and then right into the parking lot," I pointed out.
"Cool. I'm nearly there," he advised.
"I'm not. It's pretty bad on the roads,"  I replied.
"It's okay. Take your time," he said.

My guy rarely worries. However, he was concerned when he still didn't see me. I had pulled into the parking lot when he was leaving me a voice message.

"I didn't want to think that you were in a car accident or something," he said.
"I'm okay. It's just horrible road work and traffic today," I replied.

We had forty minutes to eat lunch, which was more than enough time for us to eat and chat.

My guy being directionally challenged and my giving him directions showed that we didn't change our roles there.

Two phone calls and directions to the hotel

I got a phone call this morning at 01:00. It was the front desk. Apparently, some person by the name of Dewan was asking for me. I indicated to the nice woman that I wasn't expecting anyone at this hour. I also didn't know him. She apologized and we hung up.

It is fortunate that I am a night owl. I was getting ready to turn in when the call came in, so I wasn't annoyed.

My guy's flight was to touch down at 07:30. I woke up an hour early. I was excited to see him again.

I got the phone call that I wanted at 08:15.

"Hey, sweetie," he said to me.
"Hey, you," I replied.
"Good morning. Are you wake?" he asked me.
"Yes, I sure am. Did you just touch down?" I asked.
"Yes. I am going through immigration right now. Depending on how long everything takes, I will be with you soon," he assured me.

I gave him directions and my room number. He is directionally challenged, which is a sweet quality that I have accepted and love.

"Is the hotel on the same street as our Chinese restaurant?" he asked me.
"Nope, it's the one before," I pointed out.
"On the road that we typically drive to get to the Chinese place, do I turn left or right on street where the hotel is?" he asked me.
"You turn left. Keep driving on it until you see the hotel and turn right," I said.
"Sounds good," he said.
"Do you want me to text you the address?" I asked him.
"I should be okay," he stated confidently.
"That's what worries me," I said, which made us both laugh.

I was so happy to hear that my guy was coming over. It's a wonderful start to a long weekend.

A handjob at the office

Before I got to the office on Wednesday night, I asked where my guy would be. He pointed out the floor, and advised to turn left when I walk out of the elevator, and then turn right to find the meeting room.

I did just that. There was no meeting room given those instructions. It then occurred to me that my guy is directionally challenged, which explained everything.

I circled the entire floor. I finally found a room that had lighting. It helped that we were in the office just after 20:00. I opened the door and walked in.

"I couldn't find this room, so I walked the entire floor," I said to him.
"I know. I got confused," he admitted, smiling.

He got up and walked over to me. We embraced. I had my badge in one hand and my cell phone in the other as I hugged him. He had his right hand groping my left buttock, which made me happy. It was a good minute being in his arms. I could feel his hard member against my crotch.

I took off my jacket after our intimate hug. I sat next to him and cuddled up against him. He was wearing a navy blue wool sweater and a nice pair of dark grey slacks.

He was hard and horny. He undid his belt, and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. His boxer briefs also came down. I wrapped my hand around his erect penis. It had been a while since I last did so.

I gave him a handjob. He was happy to see my peach polish on my fingernails. He was turned on.

I pulled out my phone and found the photo that he had taken of us a month ago. It was my spanked red butt with his hard cock in me when we had anal sex. Within seconds of my guy seeing that photo, he came all over my hand. Some cum had dripped onto the chair.

He was extremely dopey afterwards. It was another sign that he missed me a ton and that I did a good job with making him ejaculate.

I went to our lunchroom to clean up. I got some paper towels to bring back to our room and clean my guy up.

He was so happy. I tenderly kissed him a few times. I then hugged him for a bit.

When my guy was ready, we worked on calling the helpdesk to get his password reset. I love our priorities.

Meaningful hugs with my directionally challenged guy

My guy's plane was scheduled to arrive at 07:30 on Thursday. The plane had touched down ten minutes early. However, he had to wait longer for his luggage.

I could have slept in more, but got up just before 07:00. My outfit consisted of a short pair of blue shorts with a floral pattern and a purple v-neck sweater. A matching pair of lacy black bra and panties were underneath.

My guy eventually arrived at my hotel room at 08:35. I opened the door and we embraced lovingly. It was the I-have-missed-you-so-much type of hug. The door wasn't even closed yet!

We finally moved a couple of steps into the room and closed the door. We hugged some more, with a few tender kisses squeezed in. I got to caress his uniform head, which I find sexy.

"Can I freshen up?" he asked.
"Sure," I said, taking his coat.

My guy opened my closet. I pointed to the washroom.

"Directionally challenged still... some things never change," I remarked.
"Yep, I'm still me," he said, smiling, and headed in the right direction.

It was great to have him back.

Which end?

My guy called me roughly an hour from the office. He was driving in. I was in a meeting, so I couldn't talk all that much.

When he had arrived, he called me.

"Are you in the parking lot?" I asked him.
"Yes," he replied.
"Where are you?" I asked.
"At the end," he replied.

So, I hung up the phone, left work, got into my car, and went to the end of the parking lot. I didn't see him. I decided to circle around and called him.

"I'm at the end and I don't see your car," I said.
"I'm at the end. I'm by the wall," he replied.
"Ah, you're at the other end and not your usual end," I said, relieved that I had found him.

I forgot that I was getting instructions from a directionally challenged guy. Luckily, I found him.