Handjob and cleaning

While cuddling, my guy asked me a question.

"Where's the handjob that you promised me?" he asked.
"I'm ready," I said, moving my hand down to his erect member. "You are, too."

He pulled down his boxer briefs. I was happy to wrap my hand around his hard cock and started jerking him off.

"Do you like to be with bad girls like me?" I asked him.
"Yes, a lot," he replied.
"If we were on your flight home, you could f*ck me from behind in the bathroom, right?" I asked.
"Definitely. We would fit just fine and we would cum together," he said.
"If we were in the taxi from the airport to the hotel, you would f*ck me in the backseat, wouldn't you?" I asked.
"For sure. I'd love it," he said.

Moments later, he ejaculated all over my hand. I get great satisfaction making him cum.

"I'm going to get a towel. Don't move," I said, which made him laugh.

The best part of being in a hotel room is cleaning up with clean towels. It's definitely better than having paper towel in the car. I cleaned up the cum and then returned to cuddling up next to him.

My 1,000 post - the fountain of cum

I just realized that this post will be my 1,000th post! I decided to be fancy and place a comma in the number -- just because I can.

I never thought that I would be blogging this much. It helps to have a ton of topics to write about and great readers like you who stop by and say hi. Thanks so much for your support over the years!

On Saturday, after I was spanked and pleasured, it was my turn to reciprocate. I moved my hand over my guy's crotch. Sure enough, he was hard.

He touched himself and then let me go back to doing it. He was so turned looking at my berry nail polish, with my hand over his crotch, that he immediately unfastened his belt, unzipped his jeans, and pulled them down with his underwear. It was nice to touch his hard member again.

My guy obviously missed me. He told me that he lusted after me badly. I gave him a handjob. His cum flowed effortlessly, coating my of my hand. He told me not to stop. I didn't. It was probably one of the best handjobs I have given him. It truly was a fountain of cum that seemed to go on and on.

We both helped clean up afterwards. We used a lot of tissue. In my treehouse, I have a roll of paper towel. We realized that tissue leaves little bits here and there. It was fun trying to carefully pick the bits off his bits.

My guy loves it when I am dopey

A couple of weeks ago, my guy and I had treehouse time on a Friday afternoon. It was a warm, sunny day.

He made me reach orgasm first. I then made him ejaculate all over my hand. It was a nice feeling having my right hand coated with his cum.

I had a roll of paper towel in my car. We used it all to clean up. I ended up holding the cardboard tube in my hand.

"Wakey, wakey!" I said to him, using it as a megaphone.
"I am sort of awake," my guy admitted.
"Cleanup in aisle 1," I said, continuing to talk through the cardboard tube.
"Is that where I am?" my guy said, equally as lethargic as I was.
"Yes, major mess!" I stated with a smile.
"I love when you are dopey and use a cardboard tube as a megaphone," he smiled at me.
"It's fun!"

It sure is.

Skype, lunch, a new treehouse, and work

I can tell when my guy misses me. He sends me messages, mainly on Skype.

I tend to start my workday at around 08:30. I work from home most mornings, so it's easy to roll out of bed, fix myself some breakfast, turn on my laptop, and work in my pajamas. My guy (MG) must have seen me online on Skype. He rarely sends me messages first thing in the morning. Today was quite the exception.

MG: Good morning
Me: Good morning! How are you?
MG: I'm okay. Online with the guy from the UK since 7:30. Hopefully will be done with this demo today
Me: Early start, I see. Hope the demo is going well.
MG: Yes, it is
Me: =)
MG: How was the weekend
Me: Weekend was good. Too short, as always. How was yours?
MG: Typical. TV watching
MG: A bit of shopping too
MG: Missed the Metamucil on sale at Costco though
Me: lol
Me: I take it that you'll be working from home today?
MG: Well, not sure. it all depends on how long this takes.
MG: Will let you know.
Me: Sounds good. Let me know.
MG: Will do
MG: Yes, I'm going to the office today. Just hung up with that guy. Will call him back from the office.
Me: Cool... will see you later. Safe travels into work.
MG: See you then

What was different about today's Skype session was that he initiated the chat on his work account. He has never chatted with me using it. It has always been his personal one.

He got to work approximately 1.5 hours later. He first logged on to his Skype account for work. He then switched to his other Skype account that we normally use.

MG: Hey babe
Me: Hey, sweetie... at work now?
MG: Yes
MG: Would you like to come a bit earlier and have lunch at the Chinese place?
Me: That is tempting. What time were you thinking of having lunch?
MG: The earlier, the better. Let me know when you're near.

So, I left just past noon and headed to work. I called my guy on my cell phone just before I pulled into the parking lot.

I was probably waiting for him for ten minutes. He came down and hopped into my car. We chatted as I drove across the parking lot.

Some guy entered the wrong lane when attempting to come into the lot and was driving towards us. It was odd. My lane can only accommodate a single car, with cement barriers on either side. The guy had to back up.

So, my guy asked me what the big news was. I told him that a manager at work whomt I dislike working with is leaving next month. My guy was happy, mainly because he knows how irritated I get working with this manager and he likes to see me happy. He reached out for my right hand. We held hands as I drove us to the Chinese restaurant.

I parked in the parking lot. My guy had a request.

"Can I get a kiss from you?" he asked.
"I thought you'd never ask."

It was one long kiss. Soft lips against soft lips. A bit of tongue. It was sweet. We both loved it. My guy said that it was the sweetest kiss that he has ever had.

We walked into the restaurant, ordered our meals, and chatted as we ate. My guy was clearly distracted.

"Can we have treehouse time after lunch?" he asked me.
"Sure," I replied. "Maybe we shouldn't have kissed so soon."
"No, it was perfect."

My guy said that I was beautiful. It was sweet. I was blushing.

The bill came. My guy paid, handed me a candy, and wanted to leave immediately. He is boyish that way, as he was horny.

We talked out of the restaurant and he held my hand as we walked toward my car. I love when he does that.

I pulled into our usual spot. We have never had treehouse time in my car. We had to figure out the logistics. My guy's car has two doors. My car has four. We had to pull the seats forward. I also had to get a roll of paper towel from my trunk. My guy commented on how durable my paper towel was. It was designed to wipe windshields, so it won't leave any streaks!

We got into our new treehouse. We kissed some more. It was nice. He groped my left breast. I stroked his chest. He reached down to my crotch and started rubbing it. We kissed passionately. He rubbed me faster and with more intensity. I loved it. I was so aroused. Moments later, I had reached orgasm and rested in his arms.

"I have missed being held in your arms," I replied, relaxed and content while I rested my head against his chest.

He hugged me harder. He told me that he had missed me so much. I knew that. The feeling was certainly mutual!

He unbuttoned my pants, and I pulled both my panties and pants down. I rested against his chest as if it were a headrest. He fingered me. It was nice that his fingers that were in me were warm, but his fingers not in me were colder. It was wonderful. I eventually did come for a second time and continued resting against him. He liked the paper towel that he was using to wipe up.

I changed positions and hugged him. He told me that he could cuddle with me for hours. I agreed. I do love when we cuddle.

I reached down to caress his cock. His reaction indicated that he was excited and horny as all can be. His hard cock said it all. I continued to caress it for a bit before I asked if I could jerk him off.

Sure enough, my guy pulled down his trousers and briefs, and let me wrap my hand around his hard penis. I started to jerk him off with my left hand. I then decided to switch, jerking him off with my right hand and caressing his balls with my left. He loved everything that was going on. At one point, he put his legs together and loved having my left hand sandwiched between them. In no time, he ejaculated. He was one happy, content boy. I was happy, too.

We rested in each other's arms for a bit before we went ahead and cleaned up. I found my hand sanitizer, shared it, and continued cuddling.

At one point, we were holding hands. With us both being in dopey mode, I said that his fingers and knuckles were soft -- even softer than my own. He disagreed. We had this childish no-yes playful disagreement for a bit.

I asked my guy if he had thought about me over the weekend. He did often. He told me that he was missing me so much and was so horny this morning that he had to relieve himself, but it didn't work. He needed me. Sure, that was a physical response, but he also wanted to be with me. He wanted my company and wanted to chat with me. He is sweet.

I drove us back to the office. We were both not in the mood to do much work. We did talk about work, but it took us a while to get back into the swing of things.

We talked about the upcoming lunar new year. He was asking about Chinese horoscopes and a compatibility chart. We figured out what animal sign he was. He then went to the chart and figured out that we are highly compatible. I don't think that we needed a chart to tell us that, but it was nice to get that confirmation.

We got to talking about my needing a stand for my iPad. He told me about a lapdesk that he got from Costco, which has an iPad holder. My guy uses it for his laptop. It sounded promising. He said that he would pick up one for me.

He's thoughtful. I am clearly a lucky girl.

A full day at work, followed by play time

I am rarely in the office for an entire day. I tend to come in for half a day after having worked from home in the morning. On Thursday, I had two interviews to conduct. So, I decided to stay for the whole day.

I had told my guy that I would be in the office for the whole day. He has been in a training class for the entire week. He rarely comes upstairs when he does have a training session to attend. Our training room is located on the main floor of our building. So, he just goes there. When he notices that I am online in the afternoon, he comes upstairs during a break to see me and after training for the day is over.

On Thursday morning, he came directly upstairs to say hi and to chat. It was nice and sweet of him. His training started at 10:00, which was roughly when my first interview was.

My guy came back a total of five times throughout the day. He told me during his fourth break that he liked seeing me when he was on break. He was also getting sleepy. I told him that perhaps I could make him feel better later on in the day. He smiled.

At around 17:00, his class was over and I was done for the day. He came over to my desk and we chatted some more. He rubbed the back of my neck. His hand went under my purple sweater and caressed my upper back. It was nice.

"I should get going," I said. I had been there since 08:20 and it was treehouse time.
"Yes, I should call it a day, too," he said. "There's stuff to do."
"There are tasks to perform," I smirked, which made him lightly tap my upper back.

I went into the kitchen to rinse my tea mug, which my guy had bought for me roughly a year ago. He came into the kitchen. He took my hand and kissed the back of it several times.

"You are being really sweet," I pointed out.
"Why do you think I am?" he asked me rhetorically.
"Let me think about it," I hinted.

I gathered my belongings and headed out the door first. A colleague was looking to talk to my guy, so I knew that there would be a delay. My guy said quietly to me that he would keep it brief.

I drove over to our regular spot and waited for him. I knew that it may be a bit of time before he'd get there. I had my phone to keep me company. I'd guess that fifteen minutes later, he parked his car to the right of mine. He then changed his mind and moved it over to the left. We both got out of our cars.

"I stole this from work," I said, handing him a brand new roll of paper towel.
"Thanks," he said, taking the roll from me and planting a tender kiss on my lips.

We got into the treehouse. I make it a habit to take off my coat before getting in. It's just easier.

We asked each other how we were. It was nice to finally be alone. We kissed for quite a bit. I touched his right ear. It was cold. I cupped my hand over it, to try and warm it up as we continued to kiss.

My guy unzipped the shoulder zipper on my sweater. He kissed my shoulders and neck. I wanted to caress his head, but he was wearing a hat. He took that off without any hesitation so that I could.

Over the Christmas period, when he was sick and we were both missing each other, I had sent him a picture of me in September. I was sitting in my car and I had a pair of shorts on. They were short, but I knew that a picture of my bare legs would make him happy. So, I sent it to him. He brought it up during a brief pause in our making-out session.

"That picture of your legs was incredible," he whispered in my ear. "I loved it. You are my queen."

It's sweet that he called me his queen. There's another first!

He played with my breasts and continued to kiss them. We locked lips again and kissed some more.

"Have you been on your best behaviour?" he asked me and we resumed kissing.
"No, I find it difficult," I said, kissing him some more.
"You know what that means, right?"
"I don't," I said, playing along and wanted to hear those words.
"You need to be punished."

We had a brief discussion about the best position for me to be in. We both agreed that my lying across his lap in the middle of the backseat was perfect. I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. My guy helped me take down both my pants and my black lace panties. I proceeded to go over his knee.

This was the second spanking in which I have gone over his lap and he spends a bit of time caressing my backside with his hand. I love it and I can tell that he does, too.

Today's spanking was a bit different. He started lightly giving me a slap across my left buttock. He then did the same to my right one. He was quiet about spanking me, and alternated between smacking each buttock. The intensity started to grow a bit.

"You know what you are?" he asked me.
"A girl who is getting spanked for no apparent reason?" I asked him, testing the waters a bit.
"You think that's the case?" he asked me.
"Yes."
"Wrong answer."

The smacks came down harder across my bare bottom. They came down faster, too. He scolded me while he spanked me harder. It was wonderful.

My guy would check on how wet I was getting from time to time, inserting a finger or two into me. I was so into this spanking. I could feel the sting that was intensifying. My guy knew it and decided to make me come. I did and it was so enjoyable. I was in heaven. As usual, I ended up limp across his lap.

I wanted to get up, but my guy still had his fingers in me. He used his other hand to reach under my sweater and undid my bra.

"I haven't experienced that in a while," I said, surprised that he did so with one hand.
"I didn't realize that I could do that so quickly," he admitted.

I was on my hands and knees, essentially acting as an arc over my guy's lap. My guy was fingering my butt and clit with one hand, and playing with each breast with his other hand. It was a new experience, which we both enjoyed. He's a great multitasker! My climaxing was more intense. Once again, I rested across my guy's lap afterward. I could tell that he likes when I do that.

I wasn't expecting it, but he kissed my left hip, but just above my buttock.

"That's nice," I said, feeling a bit of his after-five shadow against my skin. "No one has kissed me there."
My guy kissed me there again.
"Or there..."
My guy kissed me again.
"Or there..."
And, he kissed me once more.
"Or there!"

My guy laughed and took his hand out of me. I got up. He helped pull up my panties and pants.

And yes, we kissed some more. My left hand was caressing his back. My right hand slid down to his right thigh. I rested it there for a bit. I then went to squeeze his inner right thigh. I was getting closer to touching his cock, but I teased him a bit. I finally went to caress it. His cock was extremely erect, to the point where it was standing up on its own under his trousers. I was flattered and pleased. I stroked it as we continued to kiss.

Finally, my guy couldn't take it anymore. He said my name several times, which is the second time that he has done that during quality time. He told me that I was driving him crazy.

We unbuckled his belt, undid his trousers, and slid off his briefs. I immediately wrapped my hand around his erect cock and jerked him off.

I asked him to ejaculate all over his slut's hand. I held his right hand with my left. It was another first while giving him a handjob. He was incredibly turned on. He ejaculated. He yelled in delight. He made quite the mess. He was highly dopey afterwards.

It was comical trying to find the roll of paper towel.

"(Insert a ton of sounds that resemble mumbling of sorts)," my guy said.
"I don't know where the roll went," I said to my guy.
"(More mumbling sounds, as if he were at the dentist talking to a hygienist)."
"I know that you took it from me before we entered the car,"
"(Yes, more mumbling by my guy)."
"(My mumbling back at him)."
"You're making fun of me!" my guy exclaimed, which was more articulated.

I really wasn't making fun of him. I was more surprised that I understood every word that he was saying. I told him that he was absolutely adorable and endearing in dopey mode. He said that he was beyond dopey.

I did find the roll of paper towel sitting on the driver's seat. I grabbed it and we cleaned up. The rest of the evening in the car was spent talking and cuddling. I had both my arms wrapped around his waist. My head was resting against his chest. His head was resting lovingly on top of mine.

"This is nice," he whispered. "I enjoy your company."
"I like this, too," I replied. "I don't want to let you go."

Eventually, I did have to physically. I don't ever want to let him go. He's far too special for me to do so.