This is the ongoing saga that I started HERE (https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/u33z2w/f_i_f45_had_a_secret_affair_for_8_months_it/).
So, we’re on my weekend getaway with Keith, the first time we’ve been able to spend a good amount of uninterrupted time together. The best part about having two days and nights to ourselves was having time to take things slow. As much as we had enjoyed and experimented over the months, we were always conscious of the clock. I always had to get home, the most we ever had was two, three hours. That’s more than enough if all you want to do is both get off once or twice and then each go your own way for the night, but it’s definitely not enough for the underrated art of slow sex. One of the things adults lose out on is the patience and leisure to lie around for hours just kissing, cuddling, touching, studying and exploring each other’s bodies. There isn’t much else I miss about sex in high school, but that’s a big one. With experience, you learn to jump straight to what you know feels good. It’s great in some ways, but I have also thought it’d be nice to relive some of that slow exploratory sex too. Anyway, in the days leading up to this getaway I had already told Keith about wanting to spend some lazy hours in this way. As always he was happy to help.