I let the phone ring until her voice ignits every memory of the best times we shared.
"Hey A-K, how are you?"
"Starved for your affection. Can I come over Rod? Tell me you're free, alone and thinking of me, tell me how we used to crave being together."
"Akasha, what's wrong?"
"Everything! Can I stay with you for a while?
Bob threw me out after lying to me about his drug addiction. I'll explain when we can be together."
"Your timing is awesome. I was just about to head north on our favorite drive up the coast, remember?"
"You bet I do. Care for a special rider by your side?"
"You bet I do. I take this road trip twice, even three times a year, just to keep those memories of us alive and well. I'm sorry about Bob, but you know how I feel about you. I always have and always will."
"I know. I was a fool to ever leave you, but..."
"Hey, we can talk it all over later. I'm dying to see you."
"I'm dying to be back in your arms, Rod. I'm dying to touch you, hold you, kiss you, love you like I've never known how to love you before."
"If you only knew how I've secretly waited for this call."
"I think I do know! Rod, I do still love you, more than ever, I'll be right over."
"Just pull in the garage, we'll leave your truck here and take the little hot rod."
"You mean it? You read my mind. I love that little roadster pick up you built. Sure glad you kept it."
"Wait 'til you see the pin striped lettering I've added."
"I'm on my way."
When A-K drove up she stopped for the longest time just staring at the tail gate of the roadster pick up. I had a local artist do the pin striping. In opposite corners it had our names done with improvised sensual styled scroll and in the middle it read, "Got Taste."
As I approached her truck I saw the sun light dance off the tears on her cheeks. She saw me through the rear view mirror, leaped from the truck and threw herself in my arms.
"Hold me Rod, never let me go!"
Instinctively our bodies maneuver their way into our favorite sensual positions. She loves throwing her right leg over my left hip then pressing her vulva against my protruding, elongating cock. She always loved working her hips up and down the length of my shaft until I can feel her juices penetrate our jeans. I marvel not only over historical images but right now history has nothing to do with reality's dripping reunion.
Hard as I try I can't stop the uncontrollable erection blossoming, despite the fact that this is not the right time or place.
Akasha is the one girl I've ever felt completely sexually satisfied with. We could just be holding hands getting so turned on we couldn't wait to take it to the limit. Once there, we craved sustaining the orgasmic wonder of continual build up and release until we both collapsed in near exhausted unconsciousness.
"Rod, can we stay a while at the Madonna Inn?"
(This is our real hangout. It's just outside San Luis Obispo. The room is really called The Love Nest.)
"It's already reserved."
"Yes, I stay in our room every time I take this trip to renew memories of our boundless love."
"I'm jealous Rod, who do you stay with?"
"You know Jeanie and Angie!"
"Now I'm even envious and jealous."
"Don't be! You were with Bob and I've been craving the kind of sex only you know how to satisfy."
"Lately, I've been dreaming of us in that "Love Nest" wishing we could live there forever. I want to satisfy all your cravings Rod. You've surely satisfied mine."
"You remember the name of our suite?"
"That's not all, it's room 183. I had a blank commemorative key made to remind me of our very special get away. It's on my key chain."
She pulls out her keys, the biggest one has been molded with a model of the main office/restaurant logo cast into a large size key head engraved with, "Rod and Akasha's Love Nest."
Instead of the usual notched key shaft she had a miniature replica of my cock cast off of the main head logo. She holds the clump of keys so that I can't see the shaft until I lift them up to take a closer look.
The shaft is encased in a tight leather sheath that she slips off while staring in my eyes anticipating a startled reaction. Sure enough, I'm startled, we smile a reassuring smile.
She had replicated the exactness of my cock with every subtle detail. I pull a little farther and hinged off the head of the key like replica were two swinging balls. The massive folds of foreskin covering the head and crown were even retractable.
As I worked the foreskin back and forth she leans over and sucks the head and crown in her mouth then lifts it with her tongue offering me a surprising tasty treat. As she squeezes the balls a sweet liquid oozes out the slit of the crown.
We both work our tongues around enjoying the thrill of a pasty coconut mango flavored syrup. My tongue feels a slight depression hidden under the foreskin. My eyes focus on hers, she winks then pulls the apparatus from our tongues, draws back the foreskin and reveals an engraving, "Got Taste."
Tears of overwhelming joy form in my eyes, hers as well. The softness of her hug, the heat of her body, parted lips, pre cum soaked jeans...we both know what the power of our kisses are capable of, still we go for it, knowing full well that the road trip will definitely be postponed for a couple of hours...at least!!!
To Be Continued...