Distant Desires

It was the start of his child-free week, and the longest time before he would see her again. He absolutely hated this time of the week with a passion, but this was the arrangement. His apartment: once filled with stuffed toys and picture books, and the laughs and cries of a 5-year-old desperately navigating her emotions, was barren. He would take any of it now, any noise. Something to fill the void of this positively Spartan room, bereft of any joy.

He’d finally cleaned up the ‘toy room’. It was his actual living room, but Maya affectionately added this little moniker to it, because as he knew, when it was her week- it was absolutely her room.

As he picked up the last toy, and dropped it into the chest, he sighed. The boredom. The hopeless and static melancholy that sucked all the life out of this place. He went back to the bedroom-at least he could try and fill the boredom with some porn and the obligatory masturbation. Click on this webcam, hover over this video, change this category, a solid stroking of his cock, mostly lubed and he would be coming soon. The problem was it had become too business like, too ritualized. And as he’d finally got out of this comfortable numb, he yearned for much more. Divorce had wounded his ego, but his libido was bouncing back with a vengeance.

After a few clicks, he stopped. The monotony set in, and he put the laptop away. His memory was better than any webcam. Full HD fucking, with sensory sound coming straight back. He gazed out the window, let the time linger for a moment.

A different window- The view outside was something beyond spectacular – the clear blue waters of the South pacific beckoning to him from beyond their bungalow. The Four Seasons at Bora Bora cost him a small fortune but at this point in time, it was well worth it. They made an announcement on the intercom: a friendly voice announced the weather and possible activities for the day, including snorkeling and deep sea diving.

Before the last moment of static radio chatter, he felt her warm hand on his cock, stroking it through his board shorts. He was hoping the announcement would wake her up and loved it when she surprised him like this. It was always such a turn-on when she made the first move. “Get those off, please,” she instructed him. He couldn’t remove the shorts fast enough as she tightened her grip round his shaft, jerking it with a broad smile on her face.”

“Thank you and good morning,” he moaned.

“My pleasure. Good to see you’re up so fast.”

He smiled again, just as she leant over and took all of him in her mouth, her other hand reaching around to massage his testicles. She knew it drove him crazy. She relaxed her jaw and he could see her swollen cheeks, her eyes staring back at him, mesmerizing him as she continued to suck his cock. She eased the motion and kept just the tip in her mouth as she jerked on his shaft.

“Babe, I’m going to come very quickly if you keep doing that.”

“Do it then. Come in my mouth.”

“I want to fuck you first.”

She maneuvered quickly on their king-sized bed, flicking off the last of the bleached white bed sheets. Her legs were spread out before him, and her hand went quickly down to her pussy; her middle finger stroking her clit, before disappearing inside her. Her eyes were ablaze as she beckoned him forward. Her hand reached out to his cock once more- drawing him further in.

“Do you want me to go down on you first?”

“No, you’ve already done that twice today.”

“Still.. happy to oblige.”

“Later… just fuck me first. I need to feel that meaty cock.” She made a sound ooom- ooom as if to emphasise a good ploughing speed and bashed her hands together and they both laughed. “Well, that’s what I want,” she said.

He responded quickly, pushing the head of his cock between her lips, easing it in slowly at first, teasing her. She already started to breathe heavy, as he defied her wishes by starting slowly, almost agonizingly slow as he pushed his cock in further and pulling it out. Just before he was about to withdraw completely, he eased it back in. He did this for a moment before he knew she could take it no longer and started to fuck her hard and fast. Her sumptuous g cup tits swaying along with him, he was hypnotized and loved to see her gentle moans as her back arched ever so slightly. He continued to fuck her in the missionary position before he grabbed her hips and then moved his hands to her ankles and placed them over his shoulders. He fucked her hard again, her hips bucking against his before she moved her feet down again, sliding them across his back and then digging her heels into his butt cheeks. As he rammed his cock in even harder, she gently kicked him in his butt, like a jockey urging on the race horse, urging him to the finish line as he continued to fuck her vigorously. He was breathing heavy and his heart was racing. “Cum baby, cum hard. I want to feel you twitch.”

“No, not yet.”

“Oh, you’re such a fucking tease.”

“You love it.”

He removed his cock and played with it gently as she sat up on the bed. She knelt down on all fours, and shoved a pillow just under her belly, before presenting that glorious ass and pussy in his direction. He scrambled across the bed, and before he could line the head of his knob with her inviting slit, he felt her hand reach around and guide him in. She was rearing back against him, watching she smooth curve of her back shift into reverse as she continued to grind into his cock. The nerve endings throughout his shaft and tip were almost bursting with pleasure as he could feel an orgasm building.

He looked over her shoulders and could see through the large circular window- the gentle lapping blue waves of the Pacific rhythmically shifting up and down in the background. He was not religious but he almost felt like he was one with nature, glimpsing this shimmering jewel at the same time as this beautiful vixen was taking in every inch of his cock. Each of their hips swaying in glorious harmony as he felt her moan ever so deeply, loudly, thankfully reminding him of the soundproofing in their cabin. Her hips bucked again, and she could feel him twitch as he built up speed, fucking her with ferocity as she screamed in ecstasy, shaking gently at the same time. He couldn’t stop- as much as he felt the urge to pull and spray his cum all over her back, his climax built and he spurted his cum all through her rippling body, moaning in pleasure at the same time. He tried to hold onto her, but both were writhing in ecstasy as they fell apart and dove back onto the bed, legs splayed out as they caught each other’s breath.

His bedroom now- a solitary, single man’s cell. The height of static minimalism yet this epic sexual quest down memory lane had turned it alive again, as he replayed this memory over and over again before he came hard, his load oozing all over his hand and he knew he would need a hot shower to clean this one up. This was far more powerful than any clumsily crafted porn. His memory device built up potent and sordid sex stories, ones he’d lived and still caught his breath years later.

He needed to make new memories and relive this experience with someone new. Someone still passionate that could satiate this newfound hunger.

Maya had a mother –a future lover would not replace the child’s mother, but he hoped they would just be kind and empathetic. Until the bedroom beckoned, and they revealed their id- their inner freak that would dance with his.