ANTICIPATION

We had been dating now for over two years.  Sure, that’s a long time, but we had both been married before. Neither of us anticipated of ever having to date again.  In our original marriages, we had each tried to do marriage our own way, instead of His way.  The enemy had won.  Thank God he is gracious and keeps growing us.  Tell me… why does anyone choose his own way? You miss out countless blessings.  You have to work through all the emotional consequences of your choices.  It consumes enormous time and effort.  It’s really a no-brainer.

I’m still all male.  And there in lay the challenge.  So many times I had pictured us sharing sex together.  After we were married, but not before.  I didn’t want to start another relationship with shame.  I really liked this girl.  I’m only getting older, and another good woman might not come along.  So to be blunt, I had decided to keep my dick in my pants.  Now all my buddies thought that was idiotic.  They thought I should take every one of the candidates for a test drive.  But I had made that mistake before.  Sex is so intimate.  Marriage is precious.  Sex is precious.  Call me outdated, but I only desire sex with the woman I’m married to.  For me, it was just best to reserve sex for covenant marriage.

Four days a week I run two miles down this bike path across from where I live.  It’s an exaggeration to say I run all the time.  These days it was more a combination of a run-walk.  Lately, I had been dreaming about how it would be with this woman after we were married.  We both loved the Lord.  I loved her compassion.  She was virtuous.  She radiated joy to all those her life touched.  She was beautiful inside and out.  I loved her.  She was on my mind this morning… again.  I was aroused.

Sunday was the last day I had seen her.  She had been wearing her blue and white horizontal striped clingy dress – the one that accents all her feminine curves.  She had caught me undressing her with my eyes as we fellow-shipped after the service.  Her body is so different from mine.  Her breasts were gorgeous.  After two years of dating I’m sure she could read my thoughts.  Although, I wondered if she knew how base my thoughts could be.  She really can wear anything and look great.  My favorite is when she wears a basic v-neck cotton t-shirt.  Her cleavage is exhilarating.  If only she knew how many times I had pictured myself buried between her breasts.  So many times I had imagined myself immersed in them – fondling them.  Both my hands filled with her fullness – lost in them, intoxicated by them, straddling her naked chest with her on her back, squeezing both of them against my penis as I watch myself stroke between them.  I wondered if she knew.

My morning devotion had been from Genesis.  The part about it being ‘not good’ for man to be alone was resonating with me.  I could picture us run/walking together on this very path, married together, some day soon.  It would be awesome.  Sure, she was virtuous, but she was adventurous too – a perfect combination.

There was a break in the foliage on the right just up ahead.  Two rhododendrons separated just enough for a man to squeeze through.  Just past the opening, a large oak tree reached for the sky with plenty of empty space around its base.  The sunlight streamed in from above at certain times during the day.  I had explored the clearing before.  There was only one way in and one way out.  Glancing right, then left, no one was around this morning.  I ducked into the glade, allowing my mind to fantasize how it would be with her one day soon.

I imagined her gently pushing me back between the two rhododendrons that frame the entrance to the hidden spot.  It was difficult to see the park from the small glade.  It was a very private spot.  Picturing myself yielding to her, we’ll begin by kissing.  “Kick off your shoes” she’ll say.   I will.  She’ll see I enjoy following her commands.  This morning, I slipped my t-shirt off above my head.  My left hand began to explore my chest, pretending it was her hand.  My right arm moved behind and above my head giving her full access.  She’ll kiss me again, as her hands continue to explore, whispering, “I love your chest.”  I imagined flexing my pecs for her, first the left one, then the right.  Not many men can do that.  She’ll be impressed.  We’ll continued to kiss.  I could kiss her for hours, but something was different this morning.  I wanted more of her.

Adjusting my running shorts gave my erection some relief.  My CK boxer-briefs were pointing up and left.  I pictured her slipping her hand beneath my running shorts, over my underwear, safely cupping my scrotum.  She might say, “Mmmm, you’re churning for me this morning darling.”  I’ll feel safe with her.  The summer air wafted, tingling the skin of my thighs.  Deliberately, I peeled down my running shorts, slipping out them and my running shoes at the same time.  Standing just in CKs and socks, my erection longed to be released.  We’ll kiss again.  My lips will linger on hers, relishing how full they are.  She’ll whisper, “I’m going to peel off your socks.”  Leaning down, she will.  First the left, then the right.  I peeled them off this morning.  Stepping back, she’ll admire all she has unwrapped.   Her man, all man, tenting his undies, desiring oneness with his wife.

“Now that we’re married you’ll let me enjoy you outside, won’t you?”  I could easily picture her asking such a question.  My eyes would focus on hers, taking in the full length of her memorizing body.  It will be our private island of sunlight within our secret place along the public path.  Loving the outdoors, I would forget I was only in my CKs.  So many times I’ve desired to strip down, but haven’t.  It would be different now with her requesting me to reveal more of myself to her.  She would know our union is a covenant.  I’d reach out to squeeze her hand, letting her know I trust her.  Facing me, she’ll lightly place her index finger on my nose tip to probe my innermost thoughts.  I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes.  It will be freeing to finally be able to tell her and show her everything I’ve pictured doing with her – She’ll be thrilled she waited for this man who loves sex the way God designed it.

“I’ve waited so long to be with you like this” she’ll whisper.

“I’m going to make it worth waiting for me darling” I’ll respond.  My cock was hardening as I imagined.  It will be like it is this morning.  No one will be around.  She’ll look at me with those penetrating eyes, and be grinning.  We both will know what she means.  Quickly she’ll look left, then right.  We’ll be alone.  Reaching down she take my hand and place it on her right breast.

“Ahhhhh” My eyes closed.  Instantly my cock was fully rigid.  My male palm will fully appreciate our differences.  She’s so curvaceous, so different from me, so satisfying – even though fabric will still be covering her mystery.  I could only imagine what will lie underneath.  My cock was rock hard.

“Do you like what you feel?” she’ll ask innocently.  How could I not?   I was old, but I wasn’t dead.  By now she’ll be gently rolling my testicles through my CKs.  “Ohhhh, I’m glad we waited.”   She’ll grin, now in full control.  She’ll lean into kiss me.  I allowed myself to become lost dreaming of her full lips.  There’ll be no hurry.  No one will be able to see us.  My cock pulsed powerfully as my pelvis instinctively rocked forward and back, imagining my penis penetrating deep inside her, relishing our oneness.  She’ll whisper, “It’s OK darling, we’re married now.”  Unconsciously I was slowly pumping my hand, still on the outside of my CKs.

“Do you want me to do anything else?” I asked.  Somehow it didn’t sound foolish.  It sounded sincere.  I was standing in my CKs in full sunlight between the two bushes.  It was like I was in my shower alone, masturbating thinking of us, but we were here together – hidden in the bushes – just the two of us!

My eyes will be locked in hers, full of trust.  My right hand naturally went to my penis.  It was so hard, so needing.  My left hand slipped inside my CKs, cupping my sac, while my right hand stroked the material hiding my full erection while she will enjoy watching.  I’ll ask, “Do you want me to make love to you outdoors?”

“Uh huh.”  She’ll quickly slip down to her thong panties.  “But first I want to see what you do in the shower thinking of me.”  She’ll put her hand on mine and place it inside my CKs.  Finally, I slipped my right hand into my CKs.  Ohhhhh, it felt sooooo good.

I had thought of virtually everything with her when I masturbate.  Just the two of us.  Giving our bodies to each other – exclusively.  I wanted all of her.  I wanted to give her all of me.

Looking first left, then right, no one was around.  Inhaling deeply, I slipped out of my CKs.  I was now standing completely nude within the small clearing along the path we had walked for two years.  My cock was pulsing and my nuts were ready to explode.  I couldn’t wait to make love to her.

Licking my right palm, I pictured her stepping back to watch.  Her eyes will naturally drift down to my rock hard cock that had waited so long for her.  Cupping my sac safely with my left palm, I began slowly pump my wet right fist.  My eyes closed.  I was moaning softly, thinking of her.  My buttocks repeatedly tightened as I imagined pushing up deep inside her.  She’ll be captivated watching every stroke.  My stance widened a bit.  My arms and chest tightened.  I loved her watching.  She knew I did.  But she won’t be able to watch for long.  She’ll lean herself against the oak.  While balancing on one leg, she’ll pull me close to her.  Her other leg will wrap around me.

My whole body quivered with anticipation.  I could feel the spasm begin.  My leg muscles shuddered.  Quietly I managed to get the words out, “This is how I’m going to fuck you every day.”  I’ll pull her ass close.  Then SPURRRRRTtttttt.  Over and over.  Filling her with pent up desire.

I panted with exhaustion.  Both of us will be consumed – both of us completely naked and spent.  She’ll kiss her index finger and touch my lips with it.  “I’m glad we waited.”  We’ll kiss as we scramble to get our clothes on to finish our morning walk.