Marcie and Leo Ch. 178

My writing has dropped off lately due to different events in real life. One of the things the woman I modeled "Marcie" after told me was to not write unless the ideas came. She made a big deal about me not stressing myself over the process and just to let the words and ideas flow when they do. It is as always I am grateful for her and her inspiration. I am also grateful to you, the reader, for reading my postings.

It isn't common knowledge to the world, but Marcie is a little older than me. It was an issue when we first started dating because of our own insecurities. She was worried about being with someone my age mostly for the "cougar factor." My issues had nothing to do with her age as much as it dealt with how gorgeous she is. It took a bunch of convincing on both sides to work through these that even worked almost prior to the wedding. (Good Neighbors Ch. 188) It hadn't been an issue since then, but there had been a few times things were sketchy.

There was one of the times I drove Marcie to a doctor's appointment (Marcie and Leo Ch. 136) where I felt like there was a spotlight on me for the wrong reasons. There was also the time after we married (Marcie and Leo Ch. 01) where her brother-in-law came uninvited to retrieve his then-wife. When he referred to Marcie as the "pretty one", I felt inside me cringe knowing that June (her sister) and Marcie were twins. It was not the only time that I had defended folks like that, but just the fact that I feel judged sometimes for having a beautiful wife drives me crazy.

It was possibly one of the reasons why her late husband (Mitch) was a tad bit over-protective regarding "his princess." He worked himself to the bone to ensure she always had a place to stay and wasn't as outgoing as his wife. I admit I was like him in that regard to my late wife as well. When we lost both to their respective cancers, I saw Marcie as an independent woman and strived to treat her as such. Marcie, to her credit, strived to help me show my humanity more, especially when dealing with coworkers. We have become better just by treating each other better. It is something during the last few years that I have found solace in.

It was as we were having breakfast on a weekend morning when we were playing some country music. One of the songs that came on was a slow song. Doug Stone was singing it. It was a nice slow cadence, very easy to dance to if we were in position to do so. I started singing along with the lyrics while Marcie ate. When I started to sing the chorus, her attention was on me as I started to ham it up. As I finished up the song, I pressed my lips on her forehead before she took my hand.

"Let's go," she said very focused.

"Where are we going?" I asked as I followed her to the bedroom.

She led me in before she turned and wrapped her arms around my neck to guide me to her open lips. There was a deep kiss to start.

"You started this," she said before she started to remove my T-shirt.

She started kissing down my chest towards my shorts before I had a chance to stop her.

"Marcie?" I asked.

She was too focused. As she neared my shorts, she unceremoniously pulled them to the floor, my member reacting in surprise.

"Hello there, my friend," she said in a silly manner before she pushed me onto the bed.

"Marcie?" I asked again before watching her allowing her yoga pants to fall to the floor before she climbed on top of me.

"I need this, Leo," she said. "I need you."

It was a few brief breaths until I was buried inside her as she rode me. She was driven to be sure as she started grinding herself against me. I moved my hands to grab her hips before she pulled them up by my wrists to slide under her top. I started caressing her breasts before she slipped off the top.

"Pull them, please," she said amid her moaning.

I listened and pulled them albeit carefully while she kept grinding against me. I watched her face as she was working me. Her eyes were closed. Her mouth was agape. At that moment, her level of hotness was off the charts. I pulled her nipples again before sitting up to bite one. Her hand went to the back of my head and held me against her as she began to moan louder.

"Fuck, Leo. Take me!"

She moved so she was on her back before I slammed into her. I leaned forward to wrap my hand gently on her throat as she smiled at me. This was our moment. We were into it not worrying about the world or anything. It ended when I pushed in and felt her squeeze every drop of my essence out of me before I fell next to her on the bed. We lay there breathing for a little bit before she looked at me.

"Was that weird?" she asked.

"Not really?" I said before I smiled. "What happened?"

"Honestly, I was thinking about how to bring you in here after breakfast. Your singing motivated me a little," she replied, blushing a little.

"I'm happy it did. That took me by surprise."

She rolled closer to me before I wrapped my arms around me. It was as I held her that she pressed her head against my chest. At that moment, all was calm. All was peaceful.