A Visit (Part One)

PART ONE: The Arrival

It had been weeks since we’d last been together. In those weeks since she left I’d gone through every emotion I could feel towards this woman and then come full circle to a place where we could converse without my feeling resentment. Finally we’d burst the sexual tension by my suggestion that we could still fool around, and the next two hours had been a torrent of sexting back and forth. God I missed her. I didn’t miss the fighting, but it hadn’t been all bad times either, and besides all that, the sex had been the best I’ve ever had.

She agreed to bring our daughter for a visit. We both knew what would happen.

I showered, put on my loose fitting Canucks pajama gottoms and was pacing shirtlessly around the house when she finally arrived. I waited anxiously as she removed Sofia from the back seat and carried her down the steps into the house. As she came in the door, I noticed that despite the fact that she hated being in the car, for once in her short life Sofia was actually asleep. Although I was anxious to hold her, there was something that needed to be done first and I was glad to see her napping.

Steff set the baby down in the kitchen and we regarded eachother for what seemed like a long time. She was wearing a cute tanktop and skirt, her long legs disappearing under the hem.

I took her by the hand, and wordlessly led her back to my bedroom. Our bedroom. Once inside I placed my hand on her chest and pushed her down to a sitting position on the bed. She complied silently. Pulled down the edge of my pants and my semi erection sprang into view. She reached up, cupping my balls with her right hand and gently stroking my growing member with her left. My hands wandered too, grazing over her nipple, caressing her neck with my left, bringing her face forward.

She offered no resistance, and she breathed heavily on the tip of my cock.