Boi Toy

They met me off the train late in the afternoon. Their welcome was warm and friendly. I was exhausted from travelling and spent the evening in wonder as we first had drinks with friends of theirs at one home then all went out to eat at a restaurant, then back to another friends home for more drinks. It was a warm evening and the drinks I had, combined with the fatigue, gave it all a surreal feeling. All evening these fascinating people talking and laughing and enjoying each other. They all made me feel comfortable even though I was a stranger in a foreign land. Finally they drove me through the town and out to their home in the countryside.

They were a gorgeous couple. She was ten years older than me, she exuded a carefree elegance, self assured and sexy, long blonde wavy hair, sexy loose hippie clothing, slipping from job to job with a carefree attitude. Anything from waitress to book-keeper, to librarian, even bartending in a club. He was ten years older than her, a professor at the college, handsome and kind, open and friendly. Life for them was social and carefree. They were openly affectionate with each other all evening: touching, kissing.

They were friendly and affectionate with me too. She touched everyone she talked to: the shoulder of a man at the first home, the face of a friend, the hair of another. It seemed natural that she ran her hand through my hair when she whispered something funny in my ear or he put his arm round my shoulder to steer me through the restaurant. They made me feel wanted and included all evening, never excluding me, interested in everything I said. Laughing with me. Quizzing me about my life and thoughts. Clearly enjoying our time as much as I was.

When we got home they gave me a quick tour, and, both hugging me good night, left me in wonder. I didn't unpack, just stripped to my boxers and lay back on the bed. It was so warm, I lay there digesting all that had happened, luxuriating in the feeling of the soft bed clothes, just a sheet over me, listening to the sounds they made in the house: footfalls, giggles, glasses clinking and, as I drifted off to sleep, the sigh and moans of lovemaking.