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.

Date at the Thai restaurant and some fun downstairs

Last Wednesday afternoon, my guy and I found a Thai restaurant close to where we ended up. I entered the address into my new GPS system that was installed the other week. My guy approved of how it looked, as he often reminds me that a GPS is his lifeline.

We drove over to the restaurant. I had to cycle around the block and found two parking spots on a side street. My parking spot required paying for parking. He lucked out and didn't have to. I was happy that we found parking.

My guy asked me whether he should move his car back. I said that he should by a couple of feet. What I should have done was to offer backing his manual car for him. He said that it was a nice try trying to drive his pride and joy of a vehicle.

We held hands as we walked towards my car. He thought that I was a bit far from the curb. I then pointed to the car ahead of me and he was out by about a foot. My guy was okay.

We continued holding hands walking towards the restaurant. There was only one table that had guest dining there. I didn't expect a huge turnout just before 16:00.

My guy blew kisses at me across the table. He reached for my hands under the table and held them. He was so sweet. 

We ordered food. I had the oodles of noodles with chicken. He went with ginger chicken on brown rice. We ate, laughed, and chatted.

I managed to take a couple of photos of him. I am now ready to submit a photo to get a plush doll version of him. I am so excited!

My guy had to use the men's room, which was downstairs. A few minutes later, my cell phone rang. He asked me to come downstairs. So, I did.

We hugged downstairs, which was reminiscent of being at our favourite Chinese restaurant years ago. We kissed. He groped my buttock and then made me reach orgasm. I then gave him a handjob.

The good thing was that the washrooms were close by so that we could clean up. The bad? I was so lethargic that I could barely walk upstairs and turn the doorknob to get back to our table.

I felt so dopey. My guy had to guide me to my car. At one point, I rested my head on his shoulder as we walked. He liked that.

We got into the backseat of my new car for the first time (a.k.a, the new treehouse) and we cuddled. It was nice being in his arms again, kissing and caressing his chest.

He then gave me a few smacks across my left buttock. It was a wonderful way to end a great date.

First experience with a USB cable as a flogging implement

On Wednesday, my guy and I had agreed to meet at our regular restaurant hangout at 12:45 pm. I got there just in time. My guy parked next to my car a few minutes later and honked to get my attention.

He looked good. He was wearing his new shirt that I had bought him. It fit perfectly. He told me that he loves it so much.

My guy apologized and said that he had a conference call during our lunch. I had asked why he didn't cancel. He didn't want to, for he has had to do that to me a number of times in the past and didn't want the stigma of cancelling on Wednesdays to build. It was sweet of him.

We ordered our food and briefly chatted before he went on his teleconference call. Luckily, it only lasted for half an hour. We got to chat more and he got to finish his lunch after it was over.

He asked me if I wanted to go downstairs. I could tell that he wanted to. I wanted a hug from him, so we did.

In our little corner, we hugged and kissed. I always get nervous when someone comes downstairs. Sure enough, someone did. I whispered to my guy that I was scared, like a little girl. He smiled and hugged me tighter. When the woman had closed the restroom door, we continued to kiss and hug.

My guy groped my buttocks. He then unzipped my pants and fingered me. It felt so good. I was so aroused. Moments later, I came and rested limp in my guy's arms. We hugged. I thanked him.

He went to wash up. I re-adjusted myself and went upstairs. I waited for my guy to return. He proceeded to pay for our lovely lunch and we walked out the door.

We both agreed that we wouldn't do lunch on Thursday. I had a 06:30 conference call and felt that it would be best to continue working from home. My guy had his Nexus interview across the street at lunch that day. Instead, I was going to be in the office on Friday. So, we rescheduled our lunch.

My guy looked down at the ground. We were standing in the parking lot, in front of our cars. There was a black cable. He picked it up.

"It's a black micro USB cable," I said.
"Yes," he replied. "I will have to see if it works."
"Yes, you need a spare one for your phone."
"I was thinking of using it as a whip and making red marks across your butt with it," he said, doubling the cable up and making a swish sound with it.

Although I don't like the thought of being whipped or flogged, whenever someone has a belt or a whip in one's hand, it turns me on thinking that it will be used on me.

I had asked my guy whether it would be okay to stop by the training room to chat after work. He told me that there was one software developer who hangs out there till the cows come home. Instead, my guy would give me a call if the coast was clear.

Well, after work, I decided to stop by anyway, I did have a work-related question for him. My guy had work-related questions for me, too. Sure enough, the software developer was there. I had met him previously. Luckily, the conversation between my guy and I lasted so long that the developer actually left the room and called it a day.

My guy offered me a bottle of water. We both walked over to the bottled water area, which was away from the hall camera. My guy groped my left buttock, which made me tingle and smile. He had a huge grin on my face.

He had to briefly leave the room to get something from his cubicle. He asked whether I could stick around for a bit. I was good with that.

Moments later, he came back with the black USB cable, which had carefully cleaned. He had doubled it up again in his hands.

"I need to use this cable on you," he said sternly.
"No, that's scary," I said, playfully acting scared.

My guy dimmed the lights. He brought his laptop over to the corner.

"You are going to be punished in that corner," he told me, pointing at the back of the room.
"No, you can't make me!" I said in protest, while I reluctantly followed him.

My guy set his laptop down on the desk. He then grabbed my right wrist, which was nice having him play the part of the strict disciplinarian.

"Get in that corner and face it," he ordered, leading me over there with a bit of force.
"You're mean!"

He started flogging me with the USB cable. This experience was new to both of us. He started flogging my hips, which hurt. I don't have as much padding up there as I used to. I had to tell him to flog me lower, as that is where the fleshy part of me is. I told him to flog me as if he were spanking me. He finally got the hang of it.

"That hurts," I said, rubbing my buttocks with my hands when we had a bit of a pause. 

My guy took my right arm and held it behind the small of my back. He continued to flog me.

"It hurts!"
"Shut up! You deserve it. You are such a bad girl."

It was a fun session of getting flogged. He intermittently played with my crotch and wanted me to climax, but stopped and flogged me some more.

He did eventually allow me to climax, which was awesome. He then hugged me from behind and played with my breasts. I love when he does that.

It was my first time being flogged. It hurt. I was rubbing my buttocks a lot. My guy got concerned and rubbed my cheeks for me. He apologized, being the true gentleman that he is.

Before we left the room, we hugged. I thanked him. He kissed me on both sides of my face. He kissed both my hands. He then placed both his hands on my cheeks and gave me a wonderful kiss.

We packed up. My guy nearly forgot his laptop. I had to remind him to bring it with him, which he did. We left the office. I drove home with a sore backside.

I looked at my bare bottom when I got home. I had some nice marks from our session. The soreness didn't last as long as a good, hard spanking does. I could like this mild flogging. I have to explore it some more.

Downstairs... or downstairs?

This past Monday was a day that I didn't dread. My guy was in the office. I was, too. We both like Mondays when we are both at the office. My guy confided in me at lunch time that he was thrilled to see my car in the parking lot when he got to the office by 09:20.

At 12:30, I got a predictable call from my guy. He had a cheerful tone to his voice. We both sounded cheerful, likely because we were both happy to hear each other on the phone.

My guy said that he would be waiting for me in his car. He is such a gentleman. He insists on driving me to and from places.

I got in his car and noticed how quiet his car was, as opposed to the last time that I was a passenger in it. He told me that his mechanic had adjusted a few belts.

I reached for my guy's hand. I missed touching him and missed his touch. He looked content holding my hand.

My guy had to stop at the bank to withdraw some money. I asked whether I could drive his car. He shook his head to indicate that I should be a good girl.

Several months ago, I endearingly called him Cheap Bastard. My guy is frugal. It was funny that he referred to himself as that -- yep, in third person.

I had finally remembered to bring his gift with me. I had visited Atlantic City for a few days weeks ago and ended up at an outlet mall. My guy has a nice selection of brown shirts, thanks to my stumbling on a store that has nice shirt and carries brown ones. Well, I went back to this store and found a brown-and-white-striped shirt. It was different. I had to get it for him.

We were parked in the lot. My guy asked if he could have his present. He had asked me what I had got him earlier. I said that I had got him stuff. He proceeded to ask me how many gifts I had for him. Well, it was just one item, but two items if you count the paper bag.

My guy playfully grabbed my left nipple and played with it. I liked that. It has been a while. I gave him his present. He loved his new shirt. He observed the buttons on the collar, the left pocket, the regular fit, and how different the stripes were. He loved it all. I was so pleased at how happy he was with his new shirt.

We got the restaurant and ordered food. We talked and laughed. It seemed like little time had passed between us. I ordered my usual chicken chow mein dish. He went for the teriyaki chicken dish that he loves so much.

After we were done eating, my guy asked me if I wanted to go downstairs with him. Downstairs at this restaurant is where the restrooms are. It is also where we have enjoyed tucking ourselves in a small corridor to make out and more in the past. I knew that he was in a better mood these days. I said that it was good.

We both went downstairs. We kissed. It has been ages since we kissed that passionately. I got to caress his head and wrap my arms around him. He hugged me, groped my buttocks, and then played with my crotch. I had missed his touch.

"I wish that I could spank you properly," he whispered in my ear.

Just that statement alone got me aroused instantly. He played with me until I came. I felt dopey. I hugged and thanked him.

"Can you carry me upstairs now?" I asked, in a little girl's voice. 

He adjusted my pants and make sure that I was okay. We then went upstairs together.

My guy paid for lunch. I thanked him, as usual. He doesn't mind treating me to lunch. He always tells me that he enjoys my company.

We got in his car and headed back to the office. I couldn't help but to caress his head while stopped at a stop light.

"I need a replica of your perfectly shaped head, so that I can caress it while you are away," I said.
"We can have that done," he stated confidently.
"We need one that talks like you. Maybe I can program your replica to get me a hot dog, because the real you won't get me one."

My guy slapped the side of my left thigh a few times and told me that I was a bad girl. He hasn't done that to me for a while. I liked that a lot. So did he.

It was a perfect day.

Lunch, served with a bit of spice, kissing, and groping

Wednesday was wonderful. My guy and I actually got together for lunch without any technical difficulties.

We met at our usual Chinese restaurant. He came over to my car and apologized for being late. Traffic was horrendous around the area. I teased him by asking whether he was responsible for the delay. He gently grabbed my hand and we walked into the restaurant.

Our conversation was fun and flirty. He told me that I keep getting cuter. I blame that on my latest Starbucks addiction: the frosted snowman cookie. It's one of the few baked goods that I like at Starbucks in Canada. There is more selection at Starbucks in the States and even abroad. The one at Istanbul Airport was awesome. It even had a lemon tart!

Anyway, I had my usual chicken chow mein dish and he went for a spicy beef dish with rice. He rubbed his leg against mine under the table.

"Are you playing footsie with me?" I asked him.
"Yes," he replied, looking lovingly into my eyes and I rubbed my other leg against his.
"That's nice," I replied.
"What about after work? Did you want to meet?" he asked me.
"It depends on your schedule. I would love to, as I have missed you so much."
"I have missed you, too."

My guy and I have this ongoing joke about going downstairs. There was never a deliberate sexual inference until recently. These days, when we say that we want to go downstairs at this restaurant, it is to kiss and hug. Downstairs is where the restrooms are, as well as the storage area.

We went downstairs and stood behind a wall. He cupped my breasts. He loved how they looked under my grey v-neck sweater.

Our lips locked. His arms wrapped around my waist. My hands wrapped around the back of his neck.

I stopped kissing and hugging him a couple of times. I thought that someone was coming. My guy reassured me that we were okay. He was correct. A woman came out of the women's washroom and headed upstairs.

We kissed and hugged some more. His hands slid down from my waist to my buttocks. He was groping them. I loved it. We were French kissing.

We finally decided that we should head back upstairs. He groped my backside some more as I walked toward the staircase.

I thanked him for treating me to lunch. He told me that he couldn't wait till after work. I felt the same way.

We drove back to the office, walked in together, and kissed before we went our separate ways for the next four hours.

Lunches should always be like this one.