After we met, Faux-Hubby kept his apartment for awhile, mostly as a place to store his things. We had a first date that lasted from Saturday night until Tuesday morning. We didn’t have a real second date after that. He more or less became part of my life and household in the blink of an eye.
The apartment he had was nearly an hour drive from my house. Sometimes on the weekends, my girls went to their dad’s house and my eldest spawn would stay with a friend. We’d drive the hour to his apartment, maybe just for the change of scenery. It was a one bedroom apartment on the second floor of a house but the one awesome thing it had that my crappy farmhouse I was living in didn’t have was an ample supply of hot water and a nice bathtub. Before heading to the bedroom that night, he had decided it was my night to be pampered. He drew a hot bubble bath and made me soak in it for much longer than my fidgety nature would have ever allowed. He washed my hair, scrubbed every inch of my body and fingered me until I came. In the bedroom, he laid me face down on the bed and massaged me, both inside and out. In the background, he had put Mazzy Star in the CD player and had it on a continuous loop. Hope Sandoval’s ethereal and floaty voice blended with the heat. It was the perfect background soundtrack for that night.
It was sweltering hot . The windows were wide open and I was oblivious to the fact that I was screaming with wild abandon while we were fucking. On top, I was riding the end of a huge wave of orgasms and soon realized that my loud and enthusiastic moans and screams were being accented by something other than music. Saturday night…just a crowd of people straggling to the next bar, I thought. My final climax met his and I collapsed on top of him. Our sudden silence was punctuated with the sound of cheering , clapping and shouts . A crowd had gathered on the street below. Apparently, they enjoyed listening to our sexual romp and were giving us appreciative applause .
I’ve always had a bit of an exhibitionist streak and the applause just fueled it. Funny enough, that was the second time we’d gotten applause for our less that private ardor. I liked it.I liked it a lot. We joked that we need to find a recording of just applause to play while we have sex. We have yet to do that but we still have that Mazzy Star CD to “Remember that time…..”.