The Grass is Greener?

So is it human nature, conditioning, or a combination of both that makes us constantly grapple with this one. Perhaps, this thinking permeates all aspects of our lives...but where better to begin than with relationships.

The CS has friends, some who are married, and others who are not (more on all of them hopefully later). It seems everyone is relatively "unhappy" with their current state of affairs. Question is why?

The married ones bitch and moan about being single---the freedom, the independence, and the lack of responsibility. The single ones complain about not having someone or being tired of the "scene." Each one compares their own world to the next guy and always seems to want that. Now, is this because we can get everything so easy and fast these days? That is, we dont like something or get bored and therefore get rid of it? Relationships are hard enough without that kind of thinking, but do we now apply that standard to them?

From the male perspective it seems guys struggle with what we call "Surrendering" to the relationship. They're in a relationship or marriage, yet they still fight off the SFO like a heavyweight champ. Whether its bedding other women, taking trips without the SFO, or "guys night out," they bob and weave and counterpunch and claim that they will never be broken.

Guys seem susceptible to this type of thinking, especially when it comes to other woman. So is this predominately a male trait ...or do the women just play it off better? And if human nature is what it is...isnt it unlikely that we will remain in a "commited" and "faithfull" relationship?

The CS wonders...

Rachel's Night, Part I

The best way to get over someone...well...is to get under someone else. The CS caught himself thinking about Natasha a few times over the past week but suspected that the time with Rachel would put an end to that--correctamundo!

We decided that we should get away somewhere near the beach. Rather than driving, we got up in the early a.m. and met at the train station. It was better than driving and became an event in and of itself.

Rachel looked great. It was early in the morning, she had a slight hint of make up, with sexy looking lip gloss. Wearing the CS's favorite hip huggers, a belly shirt and sun glasses, just looking at her as she walked was incredible. Perfectly flat and tan stomach, beautiful almond shape belly-button, incredible ass and firm rocks for breasts. We were a bit early for the train and actually found a spot where we could sip on early morning drinks....we clearly were horny not hungry and the little bit of alcohol made that even more obvious.

The business class cabin was fairly luxurious but also pretty empty that early in the morning. A few people way in front of us and a few in back made up the entire compartment. As we started rolling the drinks kicked in and the heavy petting began. It was intense but with a slight air of caution as we were still on the lookout for other passengers. My hands were all over...reaching under her shirt, playing with her nipples, gliding my hands over her tight jeans....rubbing her thighs, ass and back. It was soft and we kissed for a long time as our hands explored.

I carefully unzipped her jeans to slip in a finger or two...no panties, no thong...commando style. Perfect choice and very convenient. She was already wet and her pussy so hot...I licked the tip of my finger and slid it across her lips...swirling around gently on the hood of her clit. Since my face was right next to her it was incredible to hear her breathing and slight moan with every gentle twist and turn of the digits. What was also hot was that she looked me in the eyes almost the entire time. I would rub her softer and then faster, kissing and stroking her hair with my other hand. Except for the slight flicker of her eyelids, she looked me straight in the eyes as I reached further inside her.

She asked me to first put one finger slowly inside and she began moving her hips slightly to increase the pressure and force. She whispered for me to go faster and put two fingers inside. She was so wet and her muscles so relaxed at that point, that it seemed she was ready for five fingers knuckles deep.

Rachel loves oral...so the only thing better than licking or fingering her pussy is doing it while she is sucking me. In a frenzied state she unbuttoned my pants and went to suck me off while I was exploring the walls of her pussy. I stopped her short though as we were already getting louder and the conductor was bound to come by for tickets. We were both so hot that we didnt want to stop. So... she suggested the bathroom.

Now, if you think the bathrooms on planes are cramped, the ones on trains are worse. It was a bit skeevy but we were both so horny that we didnt care..she got up (fly undone and a bit disheveled looking) and grabbed me by the hand. The bathroom was small, clean but there was no way we could do any fucking in there. Way to cramped and even with the most of creative positions it wasnt happening.

We both barely fit inside, she locked the door, leaned me up against the wall and got on her knees. She attacked my cock like a rat on a piece of cheese...all over it , sucking, kissing, licking. Any softness to what we were doing stoped there, as she was sucking me down her throat - rough and fast, stroking as she went from shaft to tip. She ventured lower and licked my balls gently, never sucking, just licking. It felt so good.... since we were petting for so long I felt like a high-school kid with a bad case of blue balls.

This continued for several minutes and I was so turned on that when I came.... it was like a disaster...I shot everywhere, all over her face, the walls, the sink and the floor. But that is exactly what Rachel likes, squeezing me till the last drop, wanting every bit. It is always so sexy when a woman is into it like she is.

We cleaned up as best we could but thought that the unlucky sap who would use the bathroom next might be in for a surprise...we were bound to miss a spot or two.

I had planned for the resort to be very close to the train station. So when we finally arrived, the hotel wasnt far away. We checked into a great room with a beautiful view of the ocean. It was still early, we were both tired and decided we would take a shower...together.

We didnt go at it there...but it was erotic and sweet nonetheless. Watching each other, touching, kissing, and lathering each other up with soap was quite hot. The water was hot and it seemed like we were in there for an hour. Perhaps, the hottest part was lathering up her hair, running my fingers through, massaging and washing it under the warm water. It was very erotic and both of us were turned on.

We ended it there though- towled off - fell into bed and passed out naked under the covers together. We were out cold. It was some morning already...and we had only just arrived.


Cindy

The CS has made plans with Cindy. Happens that she will be close by again this week and it occurred to us that dinner would be appropriate. Our phone conversations have already been interesting and quite sexual. As suspected, this one is getting more interesting daily...