It had been a long and trying few weeks. My mom had been staying at my house, my dad in the hospital. After he was released and mom went home, I needed a release of my own. I called my FWB and we made plans for that weekend.
Some context about us and background: I am 37, single, 5’3, 125 lbs, long dark hair, big dark eyes, lashes (the real ones) for days, hella pretty. He is 41, in an open marriage, 6’5, fiiittt, dark hair, green eyes, a total dream boat. We met about 7 years ago and have been fucking since.
He called morning of, asking what my plans for the day were. He knew I’d want to get a workout in, I assumed the same for him, and planning around those activities seems easy enough. Now came the hard part. My place wasn’t available and neither was his. ‘Park?’ He asks, because we’ve been known to fuck in the park by his house. ‘No, I need a proper fuck. I need to ride you.’ ‘Cool, hotel it is.’ He responded. He offered a massage, knowing what a long few weeks it had been, and I happily offered to stop and get massage oil on my way. He told me he would send the hotel address when he booked the room. Great, off I went to workout.