It was a long weekend away. A retreat of sorts; full of deep conversation, connection, and play. Eric learned a lot about my childhood, my first experiences, and my fantasies. I learned a lot about his childhood, his first experiences, and his fantasies. We played "Confessions", the game of money, career, sex, relationships, and family. We took each others answers and turned them into passion.
At the hotel room, Eric and I took tubes of different colored frosting, the kind used to decorate cakes and purchased in any grocery store baking aisle. We decorated our bodies for each other - blue, green, and pink kissable areas where we liked to be touched. Yellow - nothing worth focusing on and RED hot pleasure spots. Off limit sections of skin were to be painted with purple icing. That tube landed in the trash, unopened. Apparently we have nothing "off limits".
Eric dared me to tell him my wildest fantasy, without fear of ridicule or judgement. He honored me by hearing it without making a face or questioning why. Then he promised to some day, make it come true.
I dared Eric to take me to a place he visited often in childhood and without fear of rejection or judgement, take me there, in the wilderness.
I shall not kiss and tell.
I'll just tell. :D
As we drove alongside the mountain where Eric camped as a child, he warned me that we were on vacation and any mention of work or him leaving or my health would require me to remove a piece of clothing. By the time we got to where the picnic tables were (thank goodness there was nobody around!) I was stripped down to my socks and tennis shoes. We walked (I hobbled), to a large downed tree where I could comfortably rest my knee while he tooketh me. (Shakespearean?)
Afterwards, Eric jogged back to fetch my clothes. Then he stood at the car yelling out, "Amy Lynn! Get your clothes on, young lady! What are you doing down there in nothing but your shoes." Funny guy. Knee problems or not, this girl can hustle under the threat of bare ass exposure. ;)
A final night - sweet love on a balcony overlooking an incredible skyline. Amazing. We didn't want to leave. We stayed until the very last second possible. I returned to work exhausted and still smelling of him.
Now it's Tuesday and Eric was going to begin traveling again the Monday after Easter. His trip has been bumped up to Thursday. We only have tomorrow and it will be spent mostly packing... but that's okay. We are good. Really, really good.