Lone Star Longing

The insistent chirping of the alarm clock ripped me from a particularly vivid dream involving Ben and a herd of wild horses – a recurring theme, apparently. The upside to Ben’s extended work assignment in Dallas was the house being spotless, laundry done, and the general feeling of liberation from domestic duties. The downside, as always, was the crushing loneliness of a silent, empty bed. The king-sized mattress felt vast and desolate, a stark reminder of his absence.

Randy, bless his eccentric soul, had left the house in capable hands, entrusting Alicia and Kristie to check on him periodically. I’d made sure they knew his routines, just in case. The thought of him alone, surrounded by his collection of vintage vinyl records and homemade jerky, brought a pang of worry. Still, it was a chance for a little independence, a chance to indulge in the small pleasures I’d been putting off.

When Ben called, his voice crackling over the phone, he confirmed his plans for me to fly out. “Just booked your flight, babe. 2:15 PM tomorrow. Don’t worry, there’s plenty of room in the back.” He chuckled, a familiar sound that always eased my anxieties. “You’ll be back before you know it.” He suggested a motel stay, a pragmatic solution to minimize disruptions to his work schedule. The prospect wasn’t ideal, but it was a step up from sleeping on the couch.

“Well, this is kinda short notice, don’t you think?” I responded, trying to mask my disappointment. “I know. But you can handle it. What’cha say?” His enthusiastic tone was infectious, pulling me into his world. “And what am I supposed to do when I get there? Sit in a motel room while you work from daylight to almost dark. Gee, that sounds like fun!” He laughed, a deep rumble that vibrated through the phone. “Don’t be silly, babe! You know it’s not going to be that way! Besides, I’m going to have most of the day free tomorrow!”

Despite the inconvenience and my inherent dislike of flying, I accepted. After informing Randy, I quickly showered, packed a small bag, and headed to the airport. The flight was uneventful, thankfully. As the plane descended, I spotted Ben waiting for me at the gate, a wide grin splitting his face. The sight of him, so close, so real, sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated joy through my veins. We embraced, a brief but intensely passionate kiss sealing the reunion. "How was your flight?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "It was pleasant. No issues thankfully!" I replied, my fingers tracing the lines of his jaw. The airport lounge felt sterile and impersonal, a stark contrast to the warmth of his presence.

Once we claimed my luggage, we stepped out into the Dallas heat, a humid wave washing over us. The drive to his hotel, a luxurious establishment downtown, was a blur of city lights and honking horns. Traffic was a nightmare, but I didn’t mind; the thought of being near Ben kept my spirits high. The hotel itself was opulent, a testament to his success. The room, a sprawling suite with a king-sized bed, a lavish bathroom, and a stunning view, was a welcome respite from the chaos of the city.

"Well, baby, sorry but I got to get back! Make yourself at home. I shouldn’t be long. We can go out to eat or something!" Ben said, pulling me into his arms for a quick, desperate kiss. “Think I’m just going to rest for a bit. I love you!” I replied, leaning into his embrace. “I love you too! See you in a little while.” He kissed me one last time before disappearing out the door. The solitude of the room settled over me, a strange mix of excitement and melancholy. I quickly changed into comfortable clothes, a pair of shorts and a soft t-shirt, and slipped off my shoes. The silence was deafening, broken only by the distant hum of the city. I turned on the television, hoping to distract myself, but the images felt dull and lifeless. Soon, Ben's voice crackled through my phone. "Hey, I’m on my way, are you hungry?" he asked, his radio playing a lively country tune. “OK. Yes, I am. Baby, your radio is a little loud, can you turn it down a bit?” he replied, chuckling. “Sorry sugar! Thought we would go for a steak, what do you think?” I agreed, rushing to freshen up before he arrived. I donned a dark green floral summer dress and a pair of strappy sandals, hoping to look presentable for the evening. Ben appeared just as I was spritzing myself with a generous amount of his favorite cologne, a rich, musky scent that always made my pulse quicken. "Don't you look pretty! And smell so yummy, I could just eat you up!" he exclaimed, pulling me into a gentle embrace. "I’m gonna hold you to that later tonight my dear!" I winked, savoring the anticipation.

I stood and watched him change his shirt, my gaze lingering on his chest. The way the muscles flexed beneath his skin, the subtle scent of his aftershave, it was all intoxicating. The air in the room thickened with unspoken desire. When we left the hotel, it had begun to rain, a soft, persistent drizzle. Ben and I sprinted to the truck, laughing as the raindrops plastered our hair to our faces. "Baby, maybe we should have ordered room service!" I giggled, remembering my earlier comment about being stuck in the hotel room. He reminded me of my wish for a night of intimacy. My hair was damp, my mascara smudged, but I didn’t care. The rain felt cleansing, washing away the day’s stress. We drove down the interstate, passing the iconic Texas Rangers stadium and the colossal Dallas Cowboys stadium. The city unfolded before us, a vibrant tapestry of lights and sounds.

We arrived back at the hotel just before 9 PM, the rain having subsided. Ben and I walked out onto the rooftop pool deck, the warm air wrapping around us like a comforting blanket. It had been a sweltering day, but the rain’s retreat had brought a welcome coolness. After a short while, we decided to head back to the room. Upon entering, I noticed the air conditioning was set to its lowest setting, creating a chilly atmosphere. I turned it down slightly, then quickly removed my shoes, feeling the soft carpet beneath my feet. Just as I was about to settle into bed, Ben appeared behind me, wrapping his arms around me and gently kissing the nape of my neck. "Are you glad you came, baby?" he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. "Mmmmm... I am, and if you keep this up you will see just how happy I am, my dear!" I replied, tilting my head back to meet his gaze. "Baby, I don’t think you’re going to need this!" he said, reaching behind him and taking my gown from my hands. He tossed it carelessly across the room, a playful gesture that sent shivers down my spine. I turned to face him, my heart pounding in my chest. We leaned in for a passionate kiss, our lips meeting with a desperate urgency. The world narrowed down to the feel of his mouth on mine, the taste of his skin, the intoxicating scent of his cologne. The kiss deepened, becoming more insistent, more demanding. My hand instinctively reached for his shirt, pulling it open, revealing his naked torso. It was a sight to behold, a testament to his strength and virility. A surge of lust overwhelmed me, and I couldn't resist the urge to explore his body. With trembling hands, I untied his belt and slowly unzipped his jeans, exposing his magnificent cock. His muscles tensed beneath my fingertips as he turned to face me, his eyes filled with desire. The sight of his erect member, gleaming in the dim light, was both a thrill and a challenge. I took his hard flesh into my hands, slowly and deliberately, feeling its heat and texture. The anticipation built, growing stronger with each passing moment. As I began to suckle on his head, he moaned softly, his body arching in response to my touch. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain. My pussy throbbed in anticipation, craving the release that was sure to come. I continued to stimulate his head, deepening my rhythm, pushing him to the brink of ecstasy. The air crackled with electricity, the tension palpable between us. Finally, he thrust his member into my waiting mouth, and the world exploded in a symphony of sensations. It was an experience beyond compare, a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss. I moaned in response, pulling him deeper into my throat, savoring every inch of his body. As we collapsed back onto the bed, breathless and exhausted, we held each other close, lost in the afterglow of our encounter. The rain continued to fall outside, a soothing soundtrack to our shared pleasure. I knew, without a doubt, that this trip to Dallas had been more than worth it. It had been a reunion, a celebration, and a testament to the enduring power of our love. I closed my eyes, content in his arms, and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of wild horses and stolen kisses.

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