Hanging Out

Friday was an unexpected bonus day with Malcolm. I had the day off, and he invited me to come up and hang out with him. I was so pleased to get to spend some quality time with him, that I woke early and even surprised my daughter by driving her to school instead of rushing her to the bus stop. I had time to visit with my brother, and then make the short drive to the Man Cave. It was nice to know that Malcolm and I would be alone, not to dis Jachin any, but sometimes it's just nice to have private time with the man I love. Neither one of us really felt like having sex, we were both kind of sexed out, truthfully. I don't really write about all of our encounters, only the ones that make good story time. We have so many other times that we just share each other, make love, and yes, hang out. But since the holidays, hang out time has been truly scarce. Now that the holidays are done and gone, we have time again to relax and chill.

Malcolm had me in his room while he worked out. I've never watched him before, he's an incredibly private creature. He admitted hating having girls watch him because he tended to show off for them and hurt himself. I told him I'd kick his ass if he did that. I was watching his form and critiquing him. I may not do much exercize myself, but as a Massage Therapist, I certainly know when someone's going to fuck themselves up. He laughed and told me I could work on him AFTER he was done. He reiterated how I was privy now to the deepest darkest secrets of the Man Cave, and how special I should feel. I did tell him that I'd roll my eyes a little higher into my head if I wasn't scared they'd get stuck there. He said it was what he loved so much about me was my ability to take it all in stride, to not act like a high strung mess of a woman who had to keep tabs on every last minute of her man's life. I just smiled my secret smile at him, and went back to watching PBS Kids. LOL

His strength and fluid grace are stunning. I do try to act nonchalant around him about it, but his beauty still floors me every time I look at him. Watching him shirtless, and with only his boxers on, lifting hundreds of pounds of weights, or chinning up effortlessly is an experience nobody could forget. He'd stop, in the middle of it all, and come over to kiss me and tell me how pretty I looked, then go back to his next set. And I know he watched me to see if I was watching him too. When he was done, he was true to his word, and let me work on his back. I could smell his sweat, that musky earthy scent of him, and it instantly turned me on. He wanted naked massage, but I warned him we didn't really have time for all of that anyways. So I worked his lower back, flipped him over and worked his Ilio-psoas and made him grunt. I abused his pecs some, and made him tackle me to the bed for daring to poke my thumb into him. He kissed me soundly and told me to come help him shave.

Caring for the needs of a black man is much different from caring for those of a white guy. Black men are much more high maintenance when it comes to physical care. Shaving is a whole deal in itself that when not done right, can cause their whole face to break out. Jachin's never gotten the real hang of it, still insists on using a razor and shave gel. And because of it he still gets his hair bumps. Malcolm has the ritual perfected, and his skin is always lovely. He won't shave his face because his hair there is so course and nappy that it WOULD cause massive bump action. The hair on his head, by contrast, is so soft and supple...and straight for that matter, that he is actually able to simply shave his head and be done with it. I helped him with it, getting the crease in the back of his skull and his neck. He really does have the most beautiful head. He showered, and I lotioned him up with his cocoa butter creme. His back, especially with all those tats gets so dry, and of course he can't reach his own, so it's always a treat for him when I'm there to do his back well. I so cherish the times he actually lets me care for him, because it's so rare.

Malcolm is fastidious about caring for ME, and it was wonderful to get to be the one reciprocating finally. He takes care of all of my sexual grooming. He likes to play with differing lengths of my pussy hair, so he gets to decide when he wants to trim it or shave it or do whatever he likes to do to it. He always lotions me liberally when I shower there. He cleans my glasses for me, picks out my clothes sometimes. Friday I got to pick out his shoes for him, and comment on his clothes. It was fun, he was letting his control go for a minute to let me BE his girlfriend. LOL. God bless him for it, I know it's hard for him.

Altogether too soon it was time for him to go to work. I wasn't leaving with him, I was waiting for Jachin to get home with his new "friend", whom he wanted me to meet. I couldn't stay late, but I had made a promise to hang around long enough to meet her. I kissed Malcolm goodbye, handed him his keys, and waited the 10 minutes or so it took Jachin to come home. He didn't have his new friend with him, so I spent some time talking with him too. What's nice about my relationship with Jachin is that yes, we boink, but we are friends first, and he's always happy to just hang out with me. I love hanging out with him too, he's fun that way. Of course, it's how our relationship's been for the last 2 years. I did, however, have a ton of errands to complete, so he walked me down to my car and kissed me goodbye, promising to call me later.

What a great day!