#sweet memory

I was lounging, above the clamor of the city, looking out the windows at the blue sky, almost napping.  I suddenly caught chill blains and rose to get a light sweater.  One of Alex’s came to hand first.  He was not at all precious with his clothes and would forget about items in his closet as if visited by the personal shopping fairy while he slept.  Cuddled in a bit of Alex made me remember the very first time I came home with Alex to meet family and friends.

Alex had been in periodic residence with me in Atlanta for about two years.  We were a couple in our comfortable pod in the ATL, and I appreciated Alex making the effort to be with me (and my busy law practice) instead of seeing to his own comfort by being in the North.  I could see Sweden calling in his face sometimes when he was thinking of nothing in particular.  When he suggested I get to know that part of him, meet his family, experience his Swedish self in situ, I made every effort to free two weeks in July to fly with him back to the bosom of Södermalm.  Alex hugged me and kissed me and booked it immediately.  He then began to make calls to family and friends.

I knew of his family surely.  I’d met Stellan on facetime in a bit of a naked situation that Alex laughed about and that left me mortified.  I had forgotten that call until Alex was taking me to meet them in person.  Stellan had been very jovial and friendly, but I could have been just the next girl in Alex’s bed.  As Alex lovingly reminded me, I was not just some girl to him, he talked about me to his family, and they would have real time to get to know me and I them.

I felt like I was to make opening argument in a murder trial the night we flew.  Alex cuddled me, reminded me often that they would all love me, and we slept.  Alex travels like walking to the store – so easy with it that his calm rubbed off on me.  I was even rested when we arrived.  Alex reminded me that the lag would get us somehow today, so we would take the time to acclimate before we were social.  Even back then he seemed to be able to read my mind and emotions as if they were his own.

Whisked by car from Arlanda Airport to Alex’s sprawling 4th floor apartment was like a dream.  Alex showed me around, told me that his friend, (Remy) who lived there, was in France, and suggested we shower and relax and make food.  All those things I could do.  Alex kept me smiling.

Remy had stocked the refrigerator and the liquor cabinet and even bought for me some lounge wear that Alex was partial to.  Remy had been glad to help his friend integrate his One (as Alex must have told him) into the hubbub of large family and foreign climes.

Clean, fed, and unscheduled, we were so easy with each other.  Alex suggested we go out onto the balcony so he could show me some sights of the city.  He offered me one of his sweaters, knowing that the girl from hell would be chilly in the North, summertime or not.  The balcony was bare with a comfortable bench built into the railing.  Alex explained that sometimes the wind could be gusty and could blow even chairs off there.  I was enjoying the sun and the breeze and the Swede.

As Alex was explaining buildings, etc., I noticed his nipples were standing proud in the wind and I knew mine were as well, even covered by the sweater.  Alex was in mid-sentence when he felt me look at him, lusting after his chest.  I think I licked my lips as Alex caught me in a bear hug and my hands went under his shirt to pinch and rub his tasty nips.  We kissed long and languidly at first, then Alex’s hands went under my sweater to gently tweak and caress.  Our kisses became urgent.  I pushed Alex back and his shirt up so I could bite and tongue his pecs.  He was handling my nipples in a way that had me dripping and my clit wanting.  We rolled harmlessly off the bench seat and onto the floor of the balcony.

Alex rasped, “I’ve never wanted to fuck on a plane, but I wanted to fuck you and feel you give in all around my cock.  Jamesy, Jeezus.”

He had flipped me under him and was tonguing my nipples and moaning around them that I echoed as I sucked on any of his skin I could reach.  Alex is tall, you know.  Alex opened his mouth as if to take in my entire breast to feast upon and fingered the other one as a beloved pet he could not part with.  He was so good with his big gentle rough paws.  We both wore soft, thin, pajama pants.  I felt his hardon almost as if it were bare.  I rolled us over and maneuvered my tits on his tits and I could rub my clit on his throbbing cock.  Alex leaned up to invite a passionate kiss.  Our mouths met violently, tongues thrusting into each other as clothed we could not indulge the fuck.

Alex must have felt me tensing for an orgasmic release.  He groaned, “Fuck I’m gonna come.”  I felt his cock pulse on my jumping clit as we both came in our pants.  I rolled off him and pulled my sweater down.  I was gigging that both of us had wet pants and I pointed to the cum stains we shared, making Alex laugh out loud.

“Damn, darlin’, I haven’t done that since I was a teenager.  We look like we’ve both pissed ourselves.”  Alex arose and helped me off the floor.  As we went inside, Alex was mumbling about something running down his balls.

“What’s that, sweet man?”  I asked him nicely, then laughed and used my pajama leg to stop the flow of my own lube down my thigh.

“Hell, let’s have some of our quite usual p in v.  How ‘bout that?”  Alex grabbed me up and swung me around.

“Must be something in the water here.”  I giggled and ran for the bed with an Alex chaser.

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