Treehouse time and a handjob

I reached over to my guy's crotch area. I felt his wallet.

"Your cock is rectangular these days," I teased, which made him laugh.
"You're almost there," he noted.

Being dopey from a wonderful orgasm and a hard spanking will do that to a girl.

I found his erect penis and started to stroke it. My guy was so turned on that he immediately brought his member out for me to hold and caress.

I kissed its head first and then the shaft. His cock was responsive, which I always enjoy.

My guy wanted a handjob, so I went to work. He brought his phone out and we watched a video of a woman being taken from behind by a man.

"That's me," I noted. "I need to get a garter belt like hers."
"That would be nice. I would like that a lot," he replied.

My guy came hard. His cum coated my entire hand and ran onto his thigh. I referred to his cum as being warm hand lotion. There was a lot of it, which I haven't witnessed in a long time.

He was dopey for the longest time. I kissed him on the cheek as we both cuddled.

"I love when you kiss me like that," he noted.
"You're nice to kiss," I replied.

Treehouse time is always a treat with him.

D is for downstairs seeing my guy #AtoZchallenge

Mondays are typically blah. The countdown for the weekend kicks in immediately.

I tried to keep my work-related stress down. The morning went pretty well, even though I was in three meetings. It's nice that half the day blew by.

I had just finished eating my lunch. I was unwinding by watching a video podcast on my phone. My phone rang. It was my guy.

"Hey!" I exclaimed. "Where are you?"
"Hey, I'm downstairs in the lobby. I am here to fetch my car, but I have some manuals for you," he said.
"You just came in?" I asked him.
"Yes, I had to spend an unexpected couple of days in Frankfurt due to flight delays and cancellations," my guy explained.
"Sorry to hear. I'll come downstairs," I replied.

It was nice seeing him. Although he travelled a fairly good distance to get home, he was happy and in good spirits.

"Do you like my new coat?" he asked me, modelling a grey coat.
"It's woolly!" I exclaimed, caressing the fabric around my guy's chest area.
"It is," he confirmed.
"It suits you. It's the perfect length," I stated.
"I agree," he said.
"It's nice to have the real woolly. I cuddle up next to purple woolly. I love him," I told him, which made him smile.
"Do you hump him?" he teased.
"No, he's a plush! I'd rather hump you," I replied.

He nodded. He obviously approved. It was such a nice pick-me-up to see him.

Mondays are better with a sweet guy

We typically dread Monday morning. Its arrival signals the beginning of the workweek for most adults.

Today, I had a different outlook. It was the first day seeing my guy again.

The feeling was mutual. He sent a message on our internal instant messaging system, saying hi during his course break. He indicated that he'd break for lunch at 12:30 pm. I was good with that.

He pinged me at exactly 12:30 pm, asking whether I was ready to go. I was. We met downstairs in the lobby.

My face lit up in a smile as soon as I saw him. He reciprocated. He noticed my blue jacket on and liked it. It is one of the best, cheap purchases I have ever made at Walmart. My guy and I were both impressed at how good it looked.

I threatened to drive his new manual car as we walked towards it in the parking lot. It's fun teasing him. His car looks nice. It was my first time in his car, moulding my butt in the passenger-side seat next to my guy. Yes, he worded the moulding-my-butt comment when we last spoke.

His car drives smoothly. My guy had his hand on his car's stick shift. He strategically placed his right hand on my left thigh. That was nice. We held hands for a bit on his car's stick shift, with mine on top of his.

"I hope you don't confuse the car's stick shift with your own," I teased.
"The question is whether you will get them confused," my guy grinned.
"Let me see," I remarked, running my hand down the car's stick shift. "Hard to tell. Get it?"

He liked my pun, as corny as it was. We continued to enjoy each other's company as he drove us to our usual hangout for lunch.

Mondays are better when you get to spend it with your loved one.