I just had a wonderful weekend with one of my dearest friends.
A few months ago, Clay and I had discussed a second weekend away together. So I started to think about where to go and what to experience when I saw an advertisement that Jeff Dunham was coming to the area. I should probably mention that I have a fairly large geographical space that I consider “the area”. Lol. So this area was Syracuse, a good three hour drive south of my current location and a need to cross a border.
While we could have made this trip over a 24 hour span, staying an extra day would have allowed us to have more leeway in the amount of goods we could bring back across the border. So we decided to make it a full weekend.
I picked Clay up wearing a lingerie bodysuit which left very little to the imagination, a pair of jeans, and a sweater for warmth. When I pulled up his to his house, his neighbour was outside. So I conservatively pulled the zipper up on my hoodie and walked up to his front door. Upon entering though, I pulled the zipper down again so that he would get a full view of my cleavage. This was enthusiastically appreciated as his eyes widened as did his smile.
Back in the truck, and settled in, I made sure that my hoodie was zipped down so he would be teased by my bouncing bosoms as I navigated the truck over the roads infested with potholes, welcome to winter in Canada. Lol.
We chatted and laughed as we made our way South. Pulling up to the border, Clay started to laugh at me as I pulled the zipper back up on my hoodie. I didn’t feel the border agent needed to be privy to my angelic ways.
I was quite surprised that the border was empty. Only a few cars passing through at the same time as us. The border agent seemed quite bored and couldn’t seem to be bothered with us. He only asked where we were going and why. When I stated we were going to see Jeff Dunham, his face broke out in a big grin. Obviously he was a fan and said it would be worth it.
We made it to our hotel by dinner time. So we stopped at a liquor store to pick up some wine, which we didn’t even open. Dinner was served in the hotel restaurant. The wine was less than mediocre but the quesadillas were quite tasty. (Fast forward to the show. ;))
As we sat in the venue, we did some people watching and realized that many of the people attending the show, did not take much time with their appearances, wearing old sweatshirts and dirty coats and clothes.
Jeff Dunham did not disappoint. He was funny, performing a monologue for about an hour about the birth of his twin sons and also learning the difference with changing the diaper on a boy versus changing one on a girl. I just about died laughing as it brought back memories from when my son was a baby and the adventures we encountered while changing his diaper.
Of course, he brought out Peanut, who took a flying leap across the stage and his jaw got jammed open. And Achmed the dead terrorist fell apart. All in all, quite a hilarious time.
We took a cab back to the hotel and cuddled in bed while watching Titanic, the only thing on tv and one I didn’t care if I missed bits and pieces. As we cuddled, Clay’s hands began to wander and for the first time in a long time, I began to feel aroused.
A side note here, and probably a prelude to another blog post, but I have been struggling with my libido of late and I suspect it has to do with medications I am taking. Either way, absorbing and enjoying another’s touch has never left me but the ability to be aroused by the touches has been a struggle. So, back to the arousing touches:
As his hands wandered, I placed myself in ways that I felt would get a rise out of me and he obliged and followed my lead perfectly, not hesitating to ask for clarification if he was unsure of what I was wanting. And I gladly told him what I was looking for. And he obliged until I finally orgasmed.
Satisfied, we snuggled into each other and fell asleep. I only got about 5.5 hours of sleep that night, but that seemed to be all I needed as I was wide awake by 6:30. Clay indicated he needed more sleep so I got out of bed to go do my own thing and promised to wake him in a couple of hours, which I did.
After breakfast, we headed out to the Destiny USA mall and did some shopping. I controlled myself and only bought things I needed for our upcoming trip to Disney. It is going to be a hot one and I am so looking for it.
I love shopping with Clay. He is an active participant in the shopping experience, looking at the clothes and making suggestions. He is also very good and only making suggestions related to what I need, only showing me things that would be a nice have if he believes it would hold a wow factor and that I can permit myself the luxury of such an item.
It was close to 4 by the time we made it back to our hotel. With approximately an hour of free time before our dinner reservations, we donned our bathing suits and made it over to the pool.
Dinner was at a very posh restaurant called the Melting Pot. So we had each brought a nice outfit to wear. I wore my black mid calf length dress with lace across the back and he in a very stunning black and white striped shirt with matching tie and a pair of black slacks.
Clay had reserved a table in a very small nook in the middle of the restaurant. This area contains only two very small tables. It is most often used for their “romance package”. Typically, they place roses on the table, but since we could not bring flowers back over the border, they provided us with an extra bottle of wine and some chocolate covered strawberries.
Dinner consisted of a cheese fondue of choice; we chose the spinach and artichoke, followed by salads and then the main dish fondue; Clay chose a fondue containing chicken, duck, andouille sausage, and shrimp. I chose a fondue containing chicken, filet mignon, and shrimp. Our bouillon was a coq au vin. Everything tasted so divine.
For dessert, we had a chocolate fondue with dark chocolate and chambord. Perfect combination.
After dinner, we made our way back to the hotel and shimmied into our comfy jammies and just sat together on the couch and watched tv together until we were so tired we went to bed, which wasn’t too late.
The next morning, Clay was still tired when I woke up starving around 6:30. So he told me to go get some breakfast and he would go later. When I came back from breakfast, he was still dozing, so I set myself up to watch a tv show. Clay got up just after I started my show, so he got dressed and went to find himself some food for breakfast. When he came back, he sat beside me on the couch while I watched my show and he dozed a bit more.
When my show finished, I was feeling a little frisky, so I straddled him and woke him up good. I knew we were cutting it close to check out time, so it felt a little urgent to fit this in. But we managed and laughed about it afterwards as we scrambled to pack up our stuff and check out on time.
On our way back home, and realizing that we would be crossing the border too early, we stopped in Watertown to hit up a store called Kohls so that Clay could pick up some new shirts and dress pants. It was interesting to watch a man as particular as he is with how he looks go about picking out his shirts and ties. But we managed to find him 4 nice shirts with matching ties and two pairs of dress pants. It took us the better part of 2 hours, but it was well worth it and a lot of fun.
We then went to grab a bite to eat for lunch, which was rather disappointing as our chicken was quite dry. Either way, I was keen on biting into one of the chocolate covered strawberries from the night before.
Oh, I forgot to mention that we had to drive through some lake effect snow squalls and whiteouts on our way from Syracuse to Watertown. The truck handled it very well, but traffic was going much slower than I felt comfortable going but Clay is a nervous passenger, so I stayed in the queue, even though the truck, set to 4×4 could have plowed through the other lane. As soon as Clay gave me the go ahead to pass, I zoomed through, cautiously of course.
Back on track with my story. I was surprised again to arrive at the border and be able to drive right up to the border agent…no waiting time whatsoever. She was more concerned about what was in the bed of my truck than anything else. She asked several times and in different ways what was in there, to which I replied “my luggage”. She didn’t even ask how much we spent. She did ask why we didn’t go see Jeff Dunham in Ottawa when he was there recently (last year, I think). I told her our spouses don’t like him enough to see him in concert and we didn’t know each other at the time. So we took advantage of him being close by to go see him this time. She shrugged and gave me back our passports and off we went as we chuckled and my answer.
The rest of the drive was uneventful.
I really enjoyed this weekend with Clay. He was so much more at ease and relax and seemed more sure of himself than I have seen yet. It made me feel much more at ease in our relationship. It was a very nice, relaxing weekend with a very dear friend.