Remembering Three Wonderful Days...The Drive Home

The alarm clock was set for 5:10 am, but both of us woke up beforehand.  The drapes in the motel room were shut, but cracks of light were still streaming in, and we were conditioned to wake early to get ready.  We were both positively exhausted, but on this, the last day of the Trek, I was working at the very 1st rest stop, so I had to get out and get there so that prep would be finished in time for the first riders coming through.  So I thought.

Malcolm wasn't feeling up to Day 3.  He was hurting, his knees and ankles aching and sore.  He didn't want to do it, he wanted to quit.  I was speechless, quite frankly, I'd never figured that he WOULDN'T finish.  I told him to not make a decision immediately, to wait until after breakfast.  I asked if he'd come be a volunteer in the tent with me, and he looked at me like I was clinically insane.  Obviously I hadn't understood that his edict was for both of us.  WE were done.  He shooshed me gently, shut off the alarm, and curled into me to have us both get another couple of hours of sleep.

I was rather devastated.  I tried to build myself up to argue.  The volunteers were short handed, they were counting on me being there.  But here is where being in a D/s relationship can be difficult.  As my dom, he expects my compliance and obedience.  He'll listen to my argument, but the final decision is his.  I struggled to comply, to not get angry and rail against him and do what I wanted to do, which was to stay and honor my commitment.  However, we are not just two individuals hanging out together.  We are a couple, we are a family.  The needs of the family outweigh the needs of the individual.  I got that from Star Trek, Mr Spock.

As if to punctuate Malcolm's point, when we got to Colby to pick up his bike, it had a flat.  Now, yes there were a thousand options to have it repaired right there.  But Malcolm took it as one more sign that we were done.  Aside from the pain and marked lack of motivation he was experiencing, one of the biggest things that was bothering him was the fact that he didn't know the upcoming route, and he was tired of nasty surprises.  From the terrain map we'd been given, Day 3 was an awful day with many many highs and lows.

I texted my volunteer leader to let her know I was going to be unable to join them, feeling terrible and guilty.  Malcolm knew I was really struggling with obedience and conscience, and we went to eat breakfast.  I was, by this time, extremely sick of scrambled eggs with pancakes or french toast, since it was what we'd eaten every morning.  But free is a hard thing to pass up, so we partook, sitting with an almost 50 something woman who was getting ready for her final day's ride.  I almost thought that conversation with her would guilt him into it, into needing to finish, but no...he was set on his course.  He did want to make me feel better though, and so as we drove away, he told me he wanted to drive the last route, and see for himself what he'd have been up against, and what he intended to actually complete in 2011.  Truthfully, as I drove away with him, the knot of frustration loosened up and went away, and I was glad to just be able to spend the day with him leisurely, enjoying his company after such a hectic weekend.

So we drove from Waterville to Belfast on a gorgeous scenic drive, Malcolm interjecting here and there some hilarious quips like "You gotta be JOKING, look at the size of that hill!", or "See that guy?  He's wishing he were dead right about now.". LOLOL, we laughed, he held my hand, and we drove to the sea, just finally happy to be with each other.

From Belfast, we decided to take Rt 1 to get home.  Another gorgeous drive along the coast, we chatted about wealth, and people from away, and about being party hosts.  We talked about how wonderful it was to not be hosting right now, to just have time with each other whenever we wanted, to just be able to give each other our total sexual attention.  But we did both recognize that we'd probably want to host again come the fall.  Malcolm decided he wanted lobster, so we stopped at a little roadside shack that sold them, and he bought them on ice to take home.  We passed by my massage therapy school, and I got to reminisce about all the drives out to Waldoboro I'd taken while completing my certification.  It was a remarkably wonderful day, sunny and hot again, clear and beautiful.

As we arrived home, we unpacked his bike and bags, and I went up to the Man-Cave for a bit.  I was eager to be home because I missed my daughter, and I wanted family time with her as well.  Malcolm wanted to get to HIS daughter and get his family time in too, so we hugged for a long time, and kissed, and grossed Jachin out with our "lovey dovey" shit.  I do think it's funny that Jachin has the nerve to get uncomfortable with Malcolm and I being amorous after all the times I've had to watch him with whoever, or listen to his stories of the latest escapade.  Yet he'll sit at his computer and alternate between being pissed off and getting turned on while he listens to Malcolm fucking me repeatedly.  He's kind of becoming the creepy old man lurker.  The only thing missing is him actually standing in the doorway watching us while he fondles himself. LOLOL

I got in the car to drive home then, so tired I was having a hard time.  Malcolm just knew, somehow that I needed to hear his voice, so he called while I was driving, and kept me talking so that I wouldn't fall asleep at the wheel.  I drove home like that, with him tucked into my ear, his uber deep sexy voice purring to me, making me laugh, making me remember every last erotic detail, and finally getting me into my driveway safely.  My daughter, who I'd picked up on the way went upstairs with me to go take a much coveted nap, and we snuggled together in our big bed, hugging each other and bringing the weekend to a sweet close.