For the past few years, neither my husband nor I have had to travel for business very often, a fact for which I’m grateful, but recently I got a great opportunity to go overseas for a week and I had to take it. It was one of those 12 hour days, dinner with clients, crash at the hotel kind of trips – rewarding and productive, and very exhausting. The unfortunate thing was that I only got to talk with my husband and kids a couple of times during the week because of the time difference. I missed them all, but was so tired and busy I really didn’t have too much time or energy to think about it.
On that Thursday, the day before I headed back home, I got to my hotel room after dinner and jumped in the shower, intending to clean up and hit the sack early so I could get some rest before my early flight. I put my boxers and t-shirt on and brushed my teeth, then grabbed my phone and connected to wifi so I could check my email and see if my family had left me any messages. As I was checking, a notification came up that my husband had left me a message on our private messaging app (which I highly recommend!)
Smiling to myself, I sat on the edge of the bed and thought, “I’ll read this message real quick and respond, then get to sleep,” so I sat back and read his note:
Hey, babe – It’s 6am here and I just wanted to leave you a message and let you know how much I’ve missed you this week. The kids and I are doing great, and I’m so glad you got to go on this trip, and I can’t wait to hear all about it when you get home. But I really miss you.
I’ve been awake most of the night, tossing and turning, thinking of you. I think I’ve taken for granted that we don’t have to travel much, and I realize this week how much I love being with you and doing life with you every day.
I miss talking to you more than just once a day.
I miss being able to see you.
I miss eating dinner with you and the kids, and sharing stories about the day and laughing together.
I miss touching you – holding your hand, hugging you, kissing you goodbye in the morning and hello in the evening.
At this point I was thinking, “What a sweet note! I really do miss my husband and kids, but I’ve just been too busy and exhausted to think about it.” This just made me all the more excited to get on the plane and get back home to my man. I read on…
I miss your body.
I miss watching you get ready in the morning, walking around after your shower with just a towel on your head. I miss being able to come up behind you, pressing my body up against your naked, warm, and damp body, kissing the back of your neck while my hands run up and down your body, brushing against your breasts and squeezing your ass.
I miss watching you get dressed for work, trying to get a peek at what sexy panties and bra you pick out so I can visualize you all day.
Okay, where exactly is he going with this? Realizing there was a little more to this little note than I had thought, I grinned a little, propped up some pillows and sat back.
I miss watching you get undressed in the evening, the thrill of your body getting revealed a little at a time, the glimpses of your cleavage in your bra, your perfect ass in your thong, then your breasts and beautiful pink nipples as you unhook your bra. And lastly, the glimpse of your bush as you roll your panties down your legs and kick them off, before covering everything back up with your pajamas. Just thinking about this is making me aroused.
Just thinking about him thinking about this was starting to make me aroused!
I miss showering with you, standing body to body in the hot water, feeling your breasts up against my chest and your pussy hair tickling my penis. I miss rubbing our soapy bodies together, fondling your tits while I stand behind you, my hardening cock pressing up against the crack of your sweet ass. I miss sliding it in between your legs while we stand in the shower, feeling my hardness up against your soft lips, them moist from the water and even wetter from feeling me so close. I wish I was there in the hotel to take a shower with you.
Wow – I wish he were here, too! I closed my eyes and visualized the shower we took together the day I left. We do this often, and I love the feel of his wet, soapy, naked body up against mine. My body was waking up, my nipples hardening and my pussy starting to tingle. With one hand I raised the phone back up to read on, while my other hand traveled down to my breasts, rubbing them and pinching my nipples through my t-shirt.
I miss being naked with you, in our bed, our hands groping all over each other. I miss being able to kiss you hungrily, my hands roaming slowly from your neck to your breast, squeezing it and finding your nipple – rubbing, pinching, rolling it until it’s hard and you start to arch your back and moan. Then moving on to the other one to repeat the process. I miss being able to touch your beautiful tits, back and forth from one to the other, getting you more and more aroused, and wet.
Oh, how I missed his hands on me. I closed my eyes again and threw my head back as I put my hand under my shirt to pinch and tease and roll my nipples faster and harder. I was starting to moan a little at this point, and my hips started writhing like they had a mind of their own. The small tingle in my pussy had turned into a throbbing, and I could feel myself getting wet. My hand wandered briefly down my stomach and I ran my palm across the top of my boxers, feeling the warmth of my womanhood through the fabric. I went back to my tits, first one and then the other, squeezing and rubbing my nipples with more and more urgency. I read on…
I miss running my hand from your breasts slowly down your stomach, tracing a circle around your belly button, then descending further until I brush up against your pussy hair. I love how neatly trimmed you keep it, knowing that it’s just for me. I miss tracing around the edge of that tiny triangle, down the side of your outer lips, barely brushing my fingers across your opening as I move to the other side and back up to complete the circle. I miss the way you buck your hips, begging my fingers to touch you, knowing you’re soaking wet and horny. I miss being able to run my fingers from the outer lips of your pussy, moving slowly to your swollen inner lips, the way they’re open and wanting and waiting for my attention. I miss spreading them open even further, running my middle finger in circles around your opening, ever smaller and smaller until I plunge my finger deep inside you. I miss the way you moan as I do that, and I miss the feel of your hot, wet, soft, magical pussy.
I miss thrusting my finger in and out of you, feeling all around, then finally pulling it out and slowly working up to your clit. I miss how it sticks out, begging for my attention, and how your entire body responds as I play with it. Around in circles, back and forth with flicking, fast then slow then fast again. I miss the way I can tell your climax is building as I play with you, rubbing your clit and bringing you close to orgasm, then slowing down and plunging my finger deep into your dripping pussy. And I really, really miss that moment when I sense that you must orgasm as soon as possible, and all else fades away as I go fast and hard on your clit, round and round in circles until your breathing stops, your hips raise up off the bed, and you cum, moaning loudly and bucking your hips uncontrollably, wave after wave of pleasure racking your body until your orgasm subsides and you lay there, panting, regaining focus and finding my smiling face looking at you with your “do me now!” look.
At this point I put my phone down and stripped off all my clothes, then lay back on the bed and started squeezing my tits and rubbing my nipples with abandon. My hips were writhing and bucking, and my pussy ached to be touched, so I put one hand on my mound, fingering my clit, while the other continued playing with my breasts. I was imagining these were his hands playing my body like a fine-tuned instrument, knowing just where and how I needed to be touched, sometimes hard and rough, and other times slow and soft. I was tracing circles on my clit, faster and faster, until I started to feel my climax building. “Not yet,” I thought, so I slowed down and kept a nice, easy motion going and picked up my phone to read the rest:
And lastly, I miss making love to you. OMG do I miss making love to you.
I miss how great it feels as my cock hardens when I’m touching your body, when I’m watching you respond to me, and how it gets completely hard as I make you cum. I miss climbing on top of you after you give me that “do me NOW” look, placing the head of my throbbing penis against the wet, open, and inviting lips of your pussy. And I miss the way you lustily look up at me and I know you need me inside you, so I thrust in hard and deep, all the way to the hilt, staying still and feeling you squeeze me with your vaginal muscles. I miss the way we start to move together, me thrusting in and out and your hips meeting each thrust. I miss the way your amazing pussy makes my dick feel as it slides in and out, coating me with your juices. I miss the way it feels as my orgasm starts building, and I know you know I’m getting close, so you look up at me and say “harder, faster!”, so I oblige and pull your knees up under my armpits so I can drive deep and hard into your pussy, faster and faster, our bodies slapping together, until finally we both shout out and I explode and cum inside you, ramming my cock in you as hard as I can until my orgasm eventually ends, then collapsing on top of you, both of us moaning and breathing heavily.
And I miss the way we slowly calm our breathing, relaxing in that post-sex euphoria, you lazily scratching my back and ass with your fingernails. Then I miss raising my head and looking into your eyes and then kissing you deeply, basking in the intimacy of the moment.
I miss you so much and I can’t wait for you to come home. I’ll make it worth your while!
Reading that last part drove me over the edge! I thrust two fingers deep inside my now-dripping pussy, imagining and wishing that it were his thick cock pumping in and out of me. I was moaning pretty loudly now, and my hips bucked to meet each thrust of my fingers as I went faster and faster. My body needed release, so I pulled out and concentrated on my clit, circling it hard and fast, bringing myself to an explosive climax. I groaned aloud, not caring if anyone in the hotel could hear the sounds of my pleasure. Wave after wave racked my body, hips bucking and fingers flying all over my clit, until finally the spasms stopped and I collapsed, panting heavily, slowing my fingers down and just lightly rubbing all over my pussy with one hand and my breasts with the other. I lay still, completely satiated.
After a couple of minutes I snapped out of my post-orgasmic daze and decided I needed to let my husband know how much I liked his note. So I picked up my phone and typed this response in our private messaging app (again, highly recommended!):
Thanks for that amazing note, babe! I just finished reading it, and to let you know the effect it had on me, I’m lying here on the bed in my hotel room, completely naked – my nipples are erect, my fingers are wet with my juices and the room smells like sex, my pussy is throbbing and dripping, and I just had a mind-blowing orgasm! I was thinking of you the whole time, imagining they were your hands touching me. I’m going to sleep now, and I’m gonna stay in the nude – I know how much you like that – and dream sexy dreams of reuniting with you tomorrow.
I miss you so much, and I can’t wait to get home to you and the kids. I will be thinking of ways I can repay you until then!
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