Weeks went by and I didn't see Alex again. I came back to the city every week for two or three days, lurked at the cafe, walked around the neighborhood, and even went back to the bathhouse twice to look for him. He was nowhere. I gave up almost all hope when one Saturday, I received a call on my cell phone.
"Hi, it's Alex," he said. It was quiet for a second or two. "Do you remember..."
"Yes, yes I know," I said quickly. "How did you get my number?"
"I took it off your phone that morning before I left," he said, sounding a bit guilty. "So, I'm in town today and wondered if I could see you. I'm, uh, right outside your building."
I looked out my window and saw him standing on the sidewalk. He was wearing a suit and an open collar shirt. He was tanner than when we met and still handsome. My heart stopped, but I felt a little angry at him.
"I don't know, it's early in the morning," I said.
"I just want to talk," he said. "Please?"
I heard sincerity in his voice and buzzed him up to my apartment. When he walked in, I smelled his cologne and he seemed to fill up my apartment with his presence. I asked him to sit and poured him coffee. He explained to me that I was the last man he slept with before ending his marriage. He said after being with me, he finally knew what he wanted, but he needed time to work things out in his life. He came out to his parents and close friends, many of whom said they already knew he was gay. We talked about our lives for the most of the afternoon while I made lunch for us. I kept him at arm's length for most of it.
"And that's why I want to be with you," he said finally. I loved hearing him say it, but was also scared. I told him I had a job I liked and my own place and was very comfortable. Besides, we lived in two different cities.
"I'm moving here," he told me. "That's why I'm in town, my company transferred me here, I start in two weeks. Look, I'm not asking to move in, we can try dating. I want to know you, know what you like. I want to get know you and see if there's an us."
He inched closer to me in the sofa. It was getting dark outside. We had switched from coffee to wine and my inhibitions were falling the more he spoke. He leaned over and lightly kissed me. I closed my eyes and licked my lips when he was done. He had an overpowering effect on me. Soon, I was in his lap, facing him, kissing as he pulled my shirt off. I wanted to be angry at him still, but I couldn't deny him. Within the next hour, we were in my bed, stripped to our underwear, kissing frantically under my satin sheets. The night coming through the curtains. He teased my nipples and neck, stroked me gently, and kneaded my bottom with both hands.
Soon, I was lying on my back with him peeling off my briefs and lubing me. I felt both safe and helpless in his hands, his hard cock pointing at me. His face was serious, staring at me as he lubed and fingered me. My cock was hard and I wiggled to his touch, grinding into his hands. He opened a condom and slipped it on himself. I wanted to touch him. He pushed into me quickly, taking my breath away. I loved finally seeing his face when he was in me, moaning and pushing. He stroked quickly, then furiously and came hard in me. He landed on top me after he pulled out, kissing my neck as I stoked his hair and shoulders, shushing him to sleep.
He stayed the weekend and we acted like a couple, going ourtto dinner, going dancing at a club, seeing a movie, and having a lot of sex: in the the shower, in my bed, on my sofa, and on my floor. After three weeks, he settled into his own place. Then one night he came over with a bottle of wine and a package. We drank, lit some candles, and talked about our work day. I out on some music. He rubbed my shoulders and then leaned into me and asked me to wear what he brought me.
I took the box and went to the bathroom. I smiled and sighed, looking into the box. I'd worn outfits before for some guys, and this was mildly tame in comparison. The guys before were usually married, so this was puzzling. But I saw what he wanted from me. I put on the white silky camisole, panties, garter, and white stockings. I was not remotely passable, but I figured he knew that. They fit my body and I had just manscaped, so I looked smooth all over. I walked out and the lights were all off. He laid on the bed naked, waiting for me. He smiled when he saw me and said he wanted me all to himself. I leaned over the bed to kiss him and landed on top of him. We kissed and hugged, groping each other. His hands were all over me, rubbing me. I could see he was very aroused with my me and my outfit. I played the part and became puffy in his hands.
Between the wine and the silk, I became really hard and almost weepy. I begged him to take me bare. It had been three weeks of sleeping with him and I had been alone since our first meeting in the bathhouse. Soon, he allowed me to lube his hard cock. I stroked and kissed him, keeping my outfit on for him. He was magnificent in my hands, I could have stroked him all night. He was harder than ever before and the grunted, "Get on your hands and knees." I did and he peeled down my panties to my knees, then pushed into me slowly. He was electrified, rubbing my hips and back, leaning over to kiss my back.
"Oh baby, I'm home," he said. "He wasn't very verbal usually, but tonight was different. "Be my baby.... I only want you now.... I love fucking you." His words made me even harder and soon we were grinding together, both moaning. He pulled out, pulled off my panties, and threw my legs over his shoulders, and continued fucking me. The panties were in his hands and he rubbed them next to my face, feeling them as he kissed me and continued to pump into me.
"Are you mine?" he asked. "Say it!"
"I'm yours, baby. I'm yours," I sobbed to him, feeling my orgasm come bubbling up inside me as I gripped him.
He exploded in me and filled me up with him. I had never wanted any man this way, to feel him totally in me. I realized the fancy wine and white lingerie seemed like a bridal outfit and our hands gripped together as he came was a union, of sorts. He kept me in the lingerie that night, stroking me gently and loving me. I held him and kissed him softly back. I loved having him and only him. He was home.