Anna and Sam Chapter 25

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Leaving Venice was a real heart wrenching moment. Although we had but a few days there It was as though it had defined our whole lives together. I felt I had learned more about Philip in that time than in the whole of the last twenty-five years. We didn’t have a great deal to say on the flight but sat arm in arm, each of us deep in our own thoughts. It had been a wonderful few days, almost perfect one might say, and to me at least, felt like a real honeymoon. I looked at Philip and he smiled at me. I hoped that what I could see on his face was also what he was feeling inside. Unlike with the outward journey, there were no hitches with the border officials, perhaps they had less sensitive equipment, I don’t know, but we passed through along with our bags and now, here we were back at the airport where we began. On the train from the London I went to the toilet and whilst there I rang Penny. It wasn’t that I didn’t want Philip to know, but I would have found it difficult with him there whilst I tried to talk. “How was your trip?” she asked as soon as the greetings and pleasantries were completed. “Fantastic!” I gushed, “Philip is a changed man, so attentive!” “Then I am really pleased for you,” she said but there was something in her voice that made me wonder whether she really was as pleased as she said she was. “What time does your train arrive back here?” she asked. “I will pick you up.” “Oh, no, Penny! I wouldn’t hear of it. We’ll get a taxi.” “I don’t mind,” she insisted. “Honestly.” “No, I wouldn’t dream of letting you come out so late. We’ll get a taxi.” “Well, all right. If you are sure.” “I’m sure,” I told her. “I’ll see you tomorrow when I’ve unpacked, yes?” “All right,” she accepted. There was a moments silence before I asked, “Penny, are you all right? You sound a little… I don’t know, stressed maybe?” “I’m fine,” she replied but with a lack of conviction. “See you tomorrow.” “All right, I said. “See you, bye.” When I returned to my seat Philip had ordered dinner on my behalf. “I hope you don’t mind,” he said. “You were gone a little while.” “No, that’s fine,” I assured him. I paused for a moment. “I rang Penny, etimesgut escort she offered to pick us up at the station.” “Ah, I see. Did you accept?” “No. I told her we would get a taxi. To be honest I really wanted to finish our trip without seeing anyone else.” He smiled. “Me too,” he said. I never have understood why but the journey home always seems to pass more quickly than the outward trip, and this one was no exception. It was dark when we finally arrived home, and Philip opened the door and stood back to allow me to enter. The semi darkness of the hallway was strangely relaxing, and when he reached out to the light switch I stopped him. “No, leave it off,” I whispered. “I somehow like the dark.” He frowned and shrugged. “Oh, all right,” he said and dragged the case inside. I took his arm. “Leave it there until the morning, let’s just go straight up.” “Don’t you want a drink or something?” he asked, seemingly confused. “No,” I whispered, “just you.” I waited briefly whilst he turned the key in the front door and then led him up the stairs to our room but before we entered I turned to him and gazed into his eyes. “I don’t expect to make love everyday as we did in Venice, you know.” He smiled and I thought I sensed a little relief. “I do love you, Philip and I know you love me too, the fact we are still together proves that. I will never hurt you again, I promise.” Again, he smiled and this time took me in his arms. “You broke my heart,” he whispered. “I couldn’t bear to be without you, without your love” “I never stopped loving you, Philip,” I reassured him. “I just lost my way a little. I wanted to die when I realised what I had done.” He pressed a finger to my lips. “Sshhh…” he hissed. “It is behind us now. Let’s just concentrate on the future.” “Together?” I asked through restrained lips. He nodded. “Together.” Philip opened the bedroom door and guided me inside. “It smells nice in here,” he said. “Fresh.” “I sprayed some fabric freshener on the bed before we left,” I replied. “I always do.” “Ah, that will be it,” he responded. His comment, however made me think. The eryaman escort smell did seem somewhat stronger than it usually did after almost a week away, but I dismissed it thinking that maybe, in my haste, I had used a little more than normal. The romance was still with us as, in the dark we slowly undressed each other. He began to release the buttons of my now travel crumpled blouse, and I put my hand on his, holding him gently and stopping his progress for a moment. “I have had a wonderful time, Philip,” I whispered in the darkness. “As I said, I don’t expect you to make love to me in that way everyday. I love you just as much for being just you.” His eyes twinkled in the moonlight that illuminated the room through the undraped window as he smiled. “I know but tonight at least, I want to.” My heart leapt as he leaned forward and kissed me gently. My lips opened to accept his probing tongue, and I released his hand which immediately resumed undoing my buttons. He didn’t release them all though. About half way down he stopped and slipped his hand inside the soft fabric and cupped my breast inside my bra. Again I put my hand upon his, not to stop him this time but to hold him against my flesh, my rapidly stiffening nipple pressing into his palm. “I can feel your heart beating,” he said between our pressed lips. All I could managed was a breathless nod and pressed his hand harder against my breast, the rhythmic, pounding pulse at its strongest between my thighs. I released him then and lowered my hand to his trousers, feeling the rigid bulge of his manhood straining against its constraints. “I need you so much,” I whispered as I released the button and zip of his pants and slipped by hand inside the elastic of his shorts. “Take me now!” I breathed. “Just as we are.” He didn’t need a second invitation and, releasing my breast, turned me around and bent me over the bed. I didn’t need to do anything but wait as he lifted my skirt and pulled down my tights and panties. I was soaking already so when he penetrated me he slid into me easily, and I felt every inch of him as he pushed deeply and began to sincan escort thrust hard against me. Me legs were weakening, and I rested my knees against the edge of the mattress, arms stretched out in front taking my weight, hands gripping the duvet. All my senses were alive now, focussed entirely on our combined pleasure. It wasn’t long before I could hear his breathing becoming laboured, building to his release, his thrusts becoming slower but harder accompanied by a low grunting until he pressed hard into me one final time and groaned uncontrollably. I felt every pulse as he released his hot seed into me and that was the trigger for my own orgasm. I howled with pleasure as wave upon wave of joy pulsed through my tense body, and I clenched tightly around his pulsating flesh. When the moment was over and my muscles relaxed once more, my arms could no longer hold our combined weight, and we fell forwards onto the bed with him still inside me. We lay for a moment, half on and half off the bed. Me face down with him on top of me as I breathed deeply trying to regain my composure. “I love you,” he whispered into my ear, pressing his face into my hair. “I love you too,” I replied with utmost sincerity for I now knew that there could be no other for me. Shortly after, Philip stood up. He remained for a moment, just looking at me. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you look lying there like that with your pants around your knees and that sexy bottom of yours so exposed?” Had it not been so dark he would have seen my bottom, indeed my whole body change to pink as I flushed with pleasure and a little embarrassment. Even after twenty five years of marriage he still had the power to make me feel self conscious. I went to get up but he stopped me and bent down to gently kiss my exposed buttocks. “You truly are beautiful,” he said and then helped me up and took me in his arms once again. We didn’t bother to unpack anything, we were too tired so we just dropped our clothes where we stood, pulled back the duvet and slid onto bed naked and sticky. He put his arm out and I lay my head on his shoulder. “That is a strong scent you used, Anna,” he whispered into my ear, and I was beginning to agree with him. I had freshened the sheets before we left, but it still smelled as strong as when I first sprayed them. There was another aroma too, very faint but somehow familiar. “They must have changed the formula,” I agreed after a pause.

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