Eta Carinae Pt. 13

Thursday Afternoon

We had been back a week or so and the ‘glow’ from the vacation was evaporating, as it usually does. Performing all the tasks that are required in our life is not a chore or duty. It’s just my and Elaine’s life. I’m placing much more focus on where we’re going, than on what’s happening in the world! I need to keep her as happy as possible and focus on squirreling away as much money as possible. All I see in money is freedom. The ability to build the life we want.

Elaine had 2 days of intense meetings at the end of the week. She was going through all her ‘power suits’ quickly! Thursday was the last conference and the day, an early one. I didn’t have anything specific planned. We’d figure something out when she came in around 3. I had just finished up what I wanted to get done with my current code project. She went into the bedroom to change. I walked into the bedroom, wondering if she wanted something to drink. I stopped at the doorway. She had the suit jacket and skirt off and hanging on her dressing chair. All that was left was her bra, lower slip, and nylons. Lost in thought, and involved with her routine, she was oblivious to me leaning on the door jamb. I love how women move! It’s often mesmerizing! Elaine’s fluid grace is always a sight to behold!

I watched the smooth nylon material of the slip dance and slink along her legs, and I was becoming the ‘man of steel’! I slid behind her and put my arms around her in a cat-like fashion. I pressed my cheek against her head.

“Would you like something to drink?” I asked in a whisper. She thought for a second.

“How about one of your gin and tonics?”

“Of course! Would you like something to eat?” I mumbled as I pressed my face into her neck. I had to nibble of course. She responded with a sharp inhale, followed by and light groan. Chewing on her neck, my fingertips traced the curves of her body. The feeling was magnified by her slip and hose! My right hand was free and found the clasp on the front of her bra. She turned to kiss me. I held her tightly with my face buried in the nape of her neck. My right hand filled with a breast and my left manipulated the slip. I hooked my finger in the waistband of the slip and deftly pulled it down. Pulling her backward toward the bed, I sat and rolled backward with her. Elaine dug into the drawer and produced the frenulum ring. She put it on me and had it positioned in quickly. I was hard as a rock! I kissed my way down her abdomen to her crotch. I pushed my teeth into the material covering her crotch.

“Did you just tear a hole in my nylons?” She huffed.

“Yeah. I thought the white piece was an ’emergency access panel’! It tore away so easily!” I grinned.

“You ruined them you know!”

“Oh, baby….put it on my tab!” I answered in my best Elvis.

I knelt in front of her, then pushed her legs open. I tore the opening a bit larger so that my lips and tongue would touch her without clutter. I pressed my tongue on her warm, lubricated vagina. Always the same, yet always new. I starting outside and working in my usual fashion. Elaine had fallen back into the pillows, lost in pleasure. She pushed my head into her crotch, then rubbed her thighs on my head. She ran her stocking feet along my spine. The feeling of nylon brings another dimension into play. Erotic touch gave way to primal rutting! Like a wrestler, she spun a ‘reversal’ on me and had my cock in her mouth. She took the lead and had me pressed into the pillows. I often forget how physically strong she is!

It was her turn on me. She had my cock in her mouth where she was doing her incredible juju! She developed a technique with her tongue where she manipulated the ball of frenulum ring and the ridge of my head that was over the top! One of the effects of the ring is the close to complete closure of the urethra. A load became pressurized in my dick! It’s one of those agony-ecstasy, nexus points. The slightest movement to either side allowed a dribble! She was hammering that ball with her tongue! Elaine had my hips pinned to the bed with my manhood in her mouth. Her gentile lowering of her head to take swallow me completely, lips on my pubic bone then up again. Again she ran her tongue around the glans, and flicked the ball, then down again. This went on for who knows how long; we were lost in sex time! I reached the tipping point. I pushed her off and back on the bed and mounted her. The need to cum in her was intense and overwhelming! Her nylons were shredded! She had two, mangled thigh-highs left. I mounted her with, shall we say, gusto! My hand found a handful of hair and I pulled her head sideways and I bit into her neck. I was inside her in a smooth, nimble motion and wanted the orgasm tipping point.

I spread my legs to press hers as far apart as possible. My lower body found the rolling-undulation which offers long strokes in and out of her. We always find that synchronicity as she matches my rhythm. I was getting close and the ring was getting in the way. I pulled out, and popped it off in half a second! Once more, sliding up that magic vessel of hers’. I pressed deep inside her. Pulling back, I came in my usual pattern. I was out of her completely for the second ejaculation. My seed landed in a gooey starfish on her pussy lips. It was one of the most exciting sites I’ve seen! I came a third time on her pubic mound. I was spent, but still very aroused. I knelt for a second, looking at what I had done. She stuck her fingers in the viscous, opaque fluid.

“You made a mess.” She commented as she stuck her fingers into her vagina, covered with sperm.

“Mmmm.”

“I suppose you’re proud of yourself?”

I chuffed a laugh. “Well, you have to admit, it’s rather sexy!”

“Indeed! So, are you feeling Alpha Chimp?”

“Actually, I’ve been seeing us as wolves. I saw a show on the science channel about reintroduced wolves. This one pack they followed for 2 generations. One wolf pair, alpha, and beta, lead a pack for 5 years. That’s like eons in wolf time. Anyway, they were a bonded pair that had been together for years. The beta died in a hunt. The alpha, 9 months later, went up a hill and was never seen again. The scientist figured he died from a broken heart. So, yeah, we’re wolves.”

At that point, we were laying together and she rolled atop me.

“Yeah, wolves work! So if I disappear, would you go up to Trinity to die?” She asked, playing with my neck hair.

“Oh, I’d probably end up the Psycho Horn Wolf; a weird mutation of ‘Wolverine’ and ‘Rorschach’. I’d end up in a graphic novel. Some twisted erotic-horror thing!”

She started to laugh! “You’re funny! Full of shit, but funny!”

I gave her a strange look.

“David, you’d go find a cave and hide if we parted.” She said as she lit a cigarette.

“Sounded ‘Alpha’, didn’t?”

“Yes, and I feel the same way. I want a drink and I need to clean up.”

She pulled off the shreds of nylon.

“I think we’re going to sideline lingerie until you get whatever it is out of your system.” She held up the stockings.

“Yeah, I thought about that. Probably right.” I kissed her forehead.

“What to want to eat?”

*****

Back to the Grind

June slipped by fast! Returning home after Trinity, I was determined to not get bogged down in what was happening in society. I came to realize that San Francisco needs help but so does everywhere else. My epiphany has been accepting that I might not fit here anymore. I think our society has a place together. Where? TBD!

I followed up with Krav Maga. Turns out the gym is not too far away and signed. Ari, one of the owners was a real gregarious, high-energy type who laughed a lot! The first time in the gym, I learned some basics and then into the ring! I started out by holding the body pad with a mask. They proceeded to get knocked down; repeatedly! My first lesson was not to get pissed when I was hit. I meshed well with the philosophy and physical techniques. The workouts gave me really effective tools and a considerable amount of confidence. I also found, by my muscle soreness, that I was working muscles that had been neglected. I think it’s been a great choice.

About a week after the holiday, Mac gave me a call and wanted me for a workout. He had more ‘potential candidates’ for recruits. I did the usual routine with the Marines, then Mac and I did our thing. We did as best 3 out of 5 in racquetball. My game has improved considerably! The fifth match was a tie-breaker and he beat me by 2 points! After our run, we went over to his and Paige’s place. I helped him move around some patio furniture, then I hit the shower. I changed into some fresh clothes that I brought, grabbed a beer, and poked around a bit. I found Mac’s study. Filling a large portion of the room was a huge wooden desk. It looked to be some hardwood like Ash or Hickory. The finish was deep, rich gold! It looked like it weighed a ton! He had a couple of walls covered with shelving and photos. There was a Philippine Bolo machete, small pieces of art, and curiosities from Scotland, Ireland, Norway, and Afghanistan. Photos of Scotland, family, etc. He’s had one hell of a life so far!

“Who’s this?” Looking at a photo.

“That is the 13th Duke of Argyll. Once a year, the Campbell’s have a gathering and games. This year, Inveraray Castle. The Duke’s crib. All the usual trappings: pipes, games, food, sports, etc. Each year one of the clan MacDonald chooses an emissary to meet with the Duke. We refresh our bonds as Scots, put aside past differences and commit to the future of combined clans.” He said, looking at himself.

“So, has it worked?” I asked, taking a sip of beer.

“We toasted with an unbelievable 21-year-old, Royal Salute whiskey, and discussed how far our two families have come together. Our reverie was damped by sirens! Police rolling into town to bust up a fight between the Campbell-MacDonald Shinty teams!” He said, breaking into a belly laugh.

I kind of looked at him.

“Hey, we’re friends now, but still Scots! Comes with the turf! He continued.”