A Comedy Tonight

We’d just seen each other that morning and here it was Sunday night and Ray was picking me up to take me out to a holiday play at one of the little local theaters. One of his friends had co-written the play and also had a role on stage. This was a holiday tradition for Ray and he’s seen it every year for nine years.

We arrived too early and the theater was not allowing anyone to enter so we walked around and got back in the car. Ray was nervous and brought the conversation around to where we stood. I again told him that I had no expectations for our relationship aside from the great sex we were having. I liked what we had and wanted to keep it on a day to day basis. He looked me in the eyes and told me that he couldn’t see any real future for us because I was so much younger but he too loved our sex life and agreed that we should continue it day by day.

We walked back in and took front row seats in the tiny makeshift theater. The comedy was set in a little town in Minnesota during a holiday party in which drunken hilarity ensued. It was funny and a little witty. After the play we waited for his friend to emerge from the “backstage” but after a few minutes Ray gave up and wanted to find a place to eat dinner.

As it was my birthday celebration he wanted me to choose so we headed to my favorite Thai joint where a great Elvis impersonator entertained the patrons while they ate. We enjoyed the food and the music and he agreed that the Elvis impersonator was really good.

He asked what else I had hoped for and I gave him a sly look and made him guess what else I wanted for my birthday. Since we were closer to my home he headed in that direction. My place was not as neat as his own as I am my own housekeeper and I’d been too busy with my crazy workout schedule to straighten up lately. He told me that he was essentially a boy and boys don’t care.

We headed straight for my bed and he pulled off my underwear and his pants. We ended up in the yoga style child’s pose as that position seemed to work so well for both of us. It was quick and hot and we left the rest of our clothes on. It was clear that he wasn’t going to stay as it was a “school night” and Ray still hadn’t completely kicked his cold so we rested for a moment before he left for the night.

I was left to my thoughts and my worries as our conversation in the car lingered. I knew I should be worried but at the same time I hadn’t placed any pressure on him and our undefined romance.

My Tattoo date

I finally decided, after a decade of debating, on a tattoo design, my first tattoo, based on some jewelry that I’ve purchased over the years from a local vendor with real flowers fashioned in resin, paint and silver. A daisy. A simple daisy on my left forearm centered amongst my freckles.

Ray had been bugging me for over a year about what tattoo I was going to get and was excited to hear that I’d made an appointment the week before my 35th birthday. He hinted that he would go with me so I asked if he’d be my Saturday night Tattoo date. He immediately accepted, offered to drive and take me out to dinner before.

Saturday night rolled around and Ray picked me up promptly at seven and took me to the cafe from our first date. We talked about my tattoo and possible other ones in the future.

We arrived at the tattoo parlor and my tattoo artist went to work designing my tattoo off a ring that I brought in. I was strangely calm about the whole thing as the artist went to work. I won’t say that it didn’t hurt but I will say that not all of it hurt. Ray offered to let me hold his hand, I smiled at him and politely refused. Since he had some time to kill he had another artist touch up his murder of crows.

We left the tattoo shop with our arms bandaged up and full of adrenaline. On the car ride home driving about 80 mph on the freeway, Ray reached over and stuck his hand down my pants to make me forget about the lingering pain of the tattoo. I threw my head back and enjoyed the ride trusting Ray to the driving of the car and of myself. He knew me well and in no time I forgot about the burning sensation of the daisy tattoo and melted into the car seat.

We were headed to his place, his sanctuary where his clean white sheets and art covered walls waiting for our arrival. Again we barely made it into his apartment before tearing into one another. Revved up by the car ride home we needed little foreplay to pick back up. Before I knew it I was curled up in his arms reveling in the heat of our adrenaline powered passion.

He led me into the bathroom to clean our tattoos. He enjoyed teaching me how to care for my fresh tattooed skin and held my arm under the hot water. He soon felt my pain when he washed his own tattooed arm and we again climbed back into bed this time to sleep.

In the morning, without a word we embraced each other again. I’ve mentioned it before but I truly enjoy waking up to a sexy man beside me.

Since we had another date that night, Ray drove me home so we could run our weekend errands.