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Tim and Abbie 11: A relaxing Sunday  

Clairew1959 61F  
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9/2/2020 12:46 pm
Tim and Abbie 11: A relaxing Sunday


They finally go sleep that night, holding each other as now is their habit. Both find having Abbie snuggled against Tim’s chest and stomach, his cock just against her crack is their favorite way to sleep.
Sunday sun rises and they stir from sleep. While Abbie has the question on the tip of her tongue last night, she held back from asking it. But now, as they lie together arm in arm adjusting to the new day, she asks Tim in a small voice, “Do you have things you have to do today?”
Tim squeezes her and replies, “Yes, I am going to be very tied today.” Abbie begins to pout until he goes , “I have spend the day with my girlfriend, doing whatever she would like do. So that we can be together.”
Abbie squeals with excitement and rolls top of him kissing over his face until their lips meet, and they suddenly are rather quiet for several minutes as they kiss over and over, deeper and deeper with each round.
Finally, pulling away a bit, Tim asks Abbie, “So what would you like do today? It looks so nice out.”
Abbie ponders for a minute and then says she would love to go to the street market a few blocks away. the stores and other vendors cover the street with their wares one Sunday a month, and this was it.
Since moving here, Abbie has longed to go to it, but the one time she did, seeing the couples together there, she stayed only a few minutes feeling so out of place. She knew it was a foolish attitude to take, but she just felt like such a third wheel.
This is also true for Tim. He had been there a couple of times over the last few years. When young, he did enjoy going with his mom, and he realizes Leslie was there with them too most of the time. But when older, he also felt out of place going by himself.
So both are excited to start the day this way. Well, actually, to start the day first with a shower together.
The bath yesterday was terrific, and now finding the fun showering with someone delights both Abbie and Tim. They lather each other up well, taking a lot of time washing each other’s crotches and asses. They just grin foolishly at each other as they do.
When Abbie gets Tim’s prick clean, and now hard, she kneels before him and sucks it as she further soaps his balls. When her other hand slips back behind him, and she sticks a soapy finger in his ass, he lets out a low moan, and his cum fills Abbie’s mouth.
She gleefully swallows it as she scrubbed all evidence of what just happened away. Tim playfully fingered Abbie’s clit as she hardens. Tickling the sacks hanging below, Tim’s pinching and squeezing of her clit head soon has Abbie moaning in return. Moving his fingers to Abbie’s back hole and soaping it inside and out, Tim brings Abbie to a wonderful morning climax also. Both then finish washing and step from the shower.
Abbie dries her hair and puts on her makeup as Tim sits on the bed, watching her. Her skill in doing both is amazing to him. As beautiful as Abbie is to him with no makeup, her expert talent with her makeup does make her look so soft and inviting.
Tim stands, walks to her, and lifts the back of her hair, and kisses her neck there. His semi-hard cock is rubbing against her spine as he does. In a hoarse voice, Abbie says, “We both need to get dressed if we are going out.”
Reluctantly Tim steps away and dresses in a polo shirt and khaki shorts. The pale blue of the shirt does bring out Tim’s color. He is looking rather nice today, Abbie thinks. Seeing Tim’s outfit, she pulls out a sleeveless flower print dress whose main splash of color is the same pale blue.
After one last kiss and hug, for now, Tim and Abbie are out the door. They catch the bus to the street market, which is a stop after the Wilde Peacock, and walk to the fair. Immediately they find themselves wrapped up in all that is offered. Paintings, clothes, rugs, food, spices, knickknacks, and much more are all on display.
Tim and Abbie stop at most of the stands to look over what is being offered. They don’t buy all that much. They buy wrapped sandwiches for brunch, which they nibble on as they explore more. Abbie, seeing a display of soaps and bath bubbles, takes her time over the bubble baths smelling all the different options, sharing some with Tim to see if he likes them. Finally, she chooses two bottles, which seem perfect for them.
Further on, Tim sees some handwoven shawls so intricate in design. They seem to symbolize everything Abbie seems to him. He has her try the one he likes best on and buys it for her right there and then. The look on Abbie’s face, her shining eyes show how happy she is with this gift. She wears the shawl for the rest of the day.
They spend a couple of hours wandering around. At first, they walk side by side, but after Tim buys Abbie the shawl, she takes his hand, and they continue hand in hand. Tim blushes a little at first but realizes this is exactly how he wants to walk with Abbie.
Tim buys some fresh spices with Abbie looking on in awe of how well he knows which ones to get. Tim shows Abbie the different spices he is buying, let her enjoy their fragrance before being added to his purchase. He tells her which dish each will be used in. All this flies over Abbie’s head. She has never fixed anything more complicated than throwing a frozen entree in the microwave, and more times than not, she cooks it too long or not enough.
Tim smiles at Abbie’s look of confusion, thinking, ‘Yes, teaching her to cook will be at the top of the list soon.’
Suddenly, the sky darkens, and in minutes a downpour starts. Tim and Abbie are almost to the end of the street. They recognize it as the road on which Wilde Peacock is located. They sprint the block to the bar, and walk is shaking the rain off them.
Laughing at their dilemma, Tim and Abbie find seats at the bar. The place is not that crowded, but hey, it is Sunday afternoon after all. But there are several regulars around the bar and at some of the tables. The jukebox is playing some lazy afternoon tunes, and a few people are dancing to it on the corner dance floor.
They are happy to see that Phoebe is working this afternoon. She takes their drink orders, which are soon in front of them. Phoebe asks about the storm, and they relay their adventure getting poured on.
Some of the other patrons join in on this conversation. They are chuckling about how the weatherman was wrong about today. How fast the storm came in, but now just down to a drizzle and the sun is coming out again.
Tim and Abbie don’t care. Right now, it is nice to be in a dry place with a drink in front of them. They place their bags together on the floor between their seats. Then in sync, they pull their chairs closer together. Each has one hand on the other’s thigh,
Talking with others around them, Abbie introduced Tim to them all. ‘It seems like Abbie does know everyone here,’ Tim thinks. All are friendly and welcoming to Tim. During one of her first chances to stop and with them, Phoebe raises her eyebrow at Abbie.
Abbie knows what Phoebe is asking without words. She wants know what happened Friday that they left so suddenly. Silently, and unobserved, Abbie let her know everything is fine. There is no way Abbie can tell her about the agreement she has made with Tim and how he disciplines her.
A nice gay couple is sitting next Tim, who he begins with. Then a woman in her sixties or more, with a young woman no older than twenty-five, sits around the corner. While the young girl is quiet and just sits close the woman, the older woman joins in the conversation about recent events being broadcast on the news.
When the news moves the sports scores from the weekend, Tim realizes this is the first weekend in a long time he was not out with his mates watching their team. Nor has he even thought about what the score of yesterday’s game was. It seems that the woman and one of the guys root for the same team as Tim, though the other man’s team is a rival.
The couple of men joke about this rivalry being the one bone of contention between them. But Tim can see they are very much in love with each other, are so good together, and happy. Tim feels this warm feeling come over him, seeing how here accept each other for what they are. So content, Tim puts his arm around the back of Abbie’s chair and hugs her him.
Abbie, in turn, realizing what Tim is doing means, is also filled with joy.
Another man comes get a drink and joins in the sports conversation. Tim recognizes him as the man who held the door for him on his first visit the Peacock. Abbie introduces them, telling Tim this is Brian. But Tim realizes that Brian is familiar from somewhere else also but can’t quite place. Brian mentions the team he roots and it comes back him like a flood.
Months ago, in the Pub with his mates, Brian was there. He was sitting at the bar watching the game between his team and Tim’s side. Tim’s one buddy, Mark, began his regular chant about one team or the other begin gay from how they are playing. Mark really was the crudest of the lot of Tim’s pals, and easily trips over the line of enjoying a drink and being drunk.
Tim has wondered about Mark’s homophobic nature. Why he was so loudly against others with different inclinations? Tim just kept quiet at these times, but his other mates would get going the same way often in chorus with Mark.
Tim now recognizes Brian, from that day. Mark kept going on and on. After loud comments for an hour, Mark goes the bar next Brian for another ale. Ranting about what queers and fairies their team was. Complaining, they were playing so miserably tripping over their feet the time.
Brian turned Mark, and calmly said, “Actually, tripping over your feet is more a hetero thing, isn’t it? I thought fairies and queers were graceful and danced around.” Hearing this, Tim almost spit his beer out, wanting laugh. But the whole bar was silent, waiting see and hear Mark’s reaction.
Mark did stand there for a moment with a dumb look on his face like not comprehending, but then burst out laughing, telling Brian he was right, while the team looks like they had something their asses, dancing was the last thing they were doing.
Mark ended talking Brian for almost an hour as the game went . Slapping his back and acting like a long-lost friend. Tim smiles now remembering that day. Abbie sees him grin and asks what is amusing him. Tim replies he will tell her about it later.
The two are having such fun in the comfortable and inviting nature of the bar. By seven o’clock, they have consumed a few drinks. Realizing they have not eaten since they nibbled on the sandwiches at the street market, Abbie suggests they should probably go.
Tim agrees and puts a call in for a cab. It is just after eight when they get Abbie’s flat. Tim pulls her him and kisses her with great passion. “I have wanted do that day,” Tim tells her.
Abbie kisses him again in return. Both are clinging each other, Abbie’s arms around Tim’s neck and Tim rubbing her back and down her spine as they kiss. As they continue kissing, they make their way the bedroom. Flopping down the bed, they start undressing each other as the passion rises.
Both are aroused a great deal, and Tim seems want things move more forward now. He rolls Abbie her stomach and begins to run his tongue and down her spine over and over. He is leaving kisses over her back. When he has done this for a while, he moves his hands spread her ass cheeks.
Abbie somewhat freezes, realizing what Tim is contemplating doing. She reaches her arm out and gets a jar of lubricant from the nightstand draw and hands it Tim. He takes it and squeezes a good deal her rosebud, leaning and kissing her neck as he does. He puts some lube his cock head and lays the jar aside.
Tim urges Abbie her knees as he kneels between her legs. One hand spreading Abbie’s cheeks, the other holds his prick direct it in her. He presses his glans against her hole and begins try push into Abbie.
But something happened, probably the drinks not helping, but Tim suddenly goes soft. There is no way he can penetrate Abbie now. He leans back and moves to Abbie’s side. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what just happened,” Tim tells her.
“Sweetie, it alright. Perhaps tonight isn’t the night for that yet. When the time is right, it will happen,” Abbie consoles him. Tonight, Tim is the one being held and comforted in Abbie’s arms. While still a bit early, they both fall to sleep with Tim’s head resting on Abbie’s breasts.

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