Stevie's secret (Mature)

Part 4 - Desperation

Smelling his fingers, Lindsey still had Stevie's womanly scent on his skin, walking quietly in to the bathroom of his shared suite with his wife. He was so hard, so horny and to grab his wife in a moment like this was not something that he could allow himself to do. All these years he's promised her that when he would reach for her, touch her, that it would not be in Stevie's shadow - that he truly wanted her and not his old flame, but Stevie left him aching. So painful, his erection, sticking up through his sweat pants. What was he thinking?

Placing his finger up to his nose again, he slid his other hand in to his pants where he began to stroke himself, closing his eyes and doing what every man does during masturbation...fantasize. He, of course, fantasized about no one other than, Stevie, her long blonde hair that laid against her breasts. Her tight pink nipples that were hard and sensitive. The milky white skin of her butt, how her hips gave her the most womanly figure he's seen on her in many years - the extra weight she had was perfect for groaping. And how could he forget the tender, sensitive, juicy center between her curvy thighs? No, that was what he wanted most. Lindsey imagined how her warmth could surround him and give him the most erotic sensation his member has ever felt. With every touch he'd give her, he could feel her muscles contract at the excitement that filled her. Only he could ever do that and he knew it!

Placing one hand on the sink, he came as he spatted about four times, sweat dripping from his nose as he squeezed out every last drop from his fantasy. Once again, he was at Stevie's mercy and there was NOTHING he could do about it.

The next afternoon

Stevie was the last to arrive at the airport, they were all flying International since it was such a long way from home. They all went their seperate ways as Christine was the only one that had to head back to England, while Mick, Stevie and Karen, John, and Lindsey with Kristen went back to California. All six of them had their own section in First class, Lindsey hadn't said more than one word to Stevie; that word being "hello." Last night kept replaying over in their heads, him still remembering what she looked like, felt like while she remembered his fingers on her body. Both of them shared loving glances while the others were oblivious. They've always had their own special way of letting the other know how they were feeling, it was all in the eyes, and Stevie's couldn't be more than open for him.

"Well, mates," Mick began, "I know what I'm doing the first thing I get back home, I am heading right down to the beach! How about all of you?"

"Fishing," John said bluntly, making everyone laugh.

"Probably taking everything that Stevie has worn to the cleaners," Karen laughed, as well as everyone else.

"Hey, I'm not THAT bossy," Stevie nudged her, smile fading as she saw Lindsey lost in his stare.

"Lindsey?" Mick asked from across the way, "What is the first thing that you're doing when you get back home?"

"You know me, Mick, I'll be spending time with my family. I've missed having that connection," looking back towards Stevie while pronouncing, "connection."

"And what about our most prized poet?" Mick smiled at Stevie, still overjoyed with their, "moment."

"I..." thinking of Isabelle, "I have a lot to write about, think about - sleep is something that I want to indulge in," she answered.

"Well, I've missed my horse!" Kristen chimed in, holding on to Lindsey's arm, "He's due for a good run!"

Lindsey's eyes almost rolled but he looked out the window instead, wanting to desperately speak to Stevie about their child.

It was almost torturous for Stevie and Lindsey to go with out talking about, Isabelle, as there was so much left to say.

Hours later, Kristen had fallen asleep on Lindsey's shoulder while John and Mick both slept with their hats laying across their faces. Karen was the only one that was up besides Stevie and Lindsey, reading a magazine and completely engrossed.