I woke up that morning with a throbbing erection and a throbbing headache. The family had already left - an early flight - and the house was empty and quiet. I moved my hand into my shorts and wrapped my fingers around my stiff cock and thought: "Do it. Rub one out and you'll lose your drive and then you can call the whole thing off - make an excuse - whatever." But my head hurt too much to stroke and it occurred to me that with the headache I had a good excuse anyway to stay home and avoid doing something I had been wanting to do for 25 years. I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed my phone. Wincing, I tapped out the message: "My head is really hurting. Going to rest for a bit and see how I feel."
The message came back: "K."
I lay there for a while, cock at attention and pushing up the sheet, eyes half open and watching shadows from the sunlight through the blinds waving on the ceiling. It was a beautiful day out, I just knew it. Perfect clear skies and warm air. Not a day for lying in bed. But my head was killing me. I felt my eyes closing again and just let them do it.
With my eyes closed my thoughts ran wild. I saw Beth in front of me, looking a lot like the most recent photo I had seen of her on social media. I didn't have any original memories of how she looked as a fully formed adult - only as a college student too many years ago. As an adult she was beautiful - gorgeous and sexy. But that was just from photos. I had not been in the same physical space as she in over 20 years. My last real memory of her was of her back as she walked away from me, telling me she wasn't interested in being my girlfriend.
We were well past those days - our friendship reblossomed thanks to social media and we had been communicating on and off for most of the last ten years. From afar we watched each other get married, have kids, have jobs, have lives. And at some point in there, we realized something both terrible and wonderful: we had missed the boat. Our connection was stronger than it ever had been and we had started fantasizing about what life would have been like in the alternate reality of being together. And now, a ten minute ride from my home, here she was.
No idea how the stars aligned to make it happen but somehow Beth was able to put together a trip up to my area to see another old friend who usually lived far away but happened to be passing through. The old friend had already left town and today was my day. Supposed to be my day - our day. And I was lying in bed with a stiff cock and a massive headache.
I don't know how I did it, but I managed to pull myself up and out of bed and plod into the bathroom. I managed to calm my cock down enough to take a long leak. When I finished I turned the sink on and threw hot water on my face. I moved close to the mirror and met my own gaze. Could I will my headache to subside? Could I do this? Could I shake off the fear and anxiety that were simultaneously hardening my cock with the prospect of what was to come while wrapping my head in a vise?
I got dressed - loose boxers, baggy jeans, t-shirt - and stepped gingerly downstairs. There was still fresh enough coffee in the pot so I poured myself a cup, nuked it, and looked outside while I drank. The skies were clear - the sun was bright - the trees, still no leaves yet, waved gently in the wind. The coffee was helping: I could feel the pain subsiding and my thoughts sharpening. This was going to happen.
Within the hour I was in my car, speeding on the local highway downtown. To stay focused I had the radio turned up loud and kept my eyes on the white lines. It was almost midday and I was driving in the sweet spot between the morning rush hour and the lunchtime speed-eating crowd. Hardly anyone on the road to bear witness to what I was doing, where I was heading. I wondered then how many could recognize my car - it was my day off, but otherwise I was on this road every day, did anyone take note? Was anyone seeing my car and wondering, now why is that black sedan with the blue bumper sticker and small rooftop cargo box heading to the city now? Shouldn't that guy already be at work? What's happening? Is he on his way to do something shady?
Either way, my hardon was back in full force and even with my baggy pants I could feel the pressure, and I let that pressure transfer into my foot as I pressed down on the gas pedal. Cars could have been following me, other drivers peering in through my windows, and I wouldn't have noticed. I heard the music and saw the white lines while I felt my hardness and imagined her face, her neck, her shoulders, bare skin, tattoos.
Finally I was off the highway and navigating downtown, towards the city center. I knew her hotel was a bit off the main drag so I took the side streets and found street parking about a block away. It was warmer here, and brighter, and when I stepped outside the car I could feel the early spring sun - soothing, blanketing - on me. I had put on a light jacket but I took it off and left it in the car as I didn't need it.
She had already texted me the room number so when I walked into the lobby I acted like I belonged there and strode straight to the elevators. She was on the fourth floor. Hotels in the middle of the day are quiet and when I got off the elevator I listened to the doors close behind me and then listened intently to the silence. Literally no sound - no cleaning people in the halls, no muffled television sets, nothing. I smiled at the thought that soon, there would definitely be some sound... that soon, there might be other travelers in this hallway hearing me grunt and hearing her moan. My hand moved to my cock and that thought had me throbbing.
I found the door to her room and knocked. She opened the door immediately. "Were you waiting right here by the door?" I asked her. She just smiled. She was a vision. She was glowing. Her hair was shining in pale sunlight streaming from the front window of her room, and the sun glinted off her shoulders too. She was wearing a tank top and loose fitting pants. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra underneath as I could see her erect nipples poking through the shirt. It had been so long... I had waited for this exact moment for so long... and now that it was here it was all I could do not to pull all her clothes off and push her onto the bed.