5 Years

Just two short weeks ago Sheri and I were packed and ready to begin our short vacation to celebrate our 5 year anniversary.

Thursday morning she was supposed to show up up bright and early to pack my car after warning me the night before "I know how you are. PLEASE be ready to go when I get there. No Oh but I have to still pack this or I'm all packed but I'm not ready yet."

Not only was she late but I already had my suitcase in my trunk. I was tapping my foot impatiently on my floor by the time she arrived. She was expecting me to bring my pillows and two different suitcases with me since she always jokes when we travel we look like a pack of gypsies even though we're going away just for two nights. Little did she know the compromise I had to reach with myself to be able to fit three pairs of shoes and at least 4 different outfits for our short visit. In the past she would yell at me "We're going away for TWO DAYS! Why do you need two suitcases for TWO DAYS?!"

Hello, I'm a girl. A girlie girl at that. I need options.

I was looking forward to this vacation of ours. Not only was it for our *gasp* five year anniversary it was the first time we would be away in nearly two years. I thankfully still received my bonus at work so I'd like to give a little shout out to my bosses for paying for this otherwise we probably just would have had sex at my place and watched a movie.

After a quick stop at my parents' house to pick up the travel fan we were on our way. You might wonder what the fan is for...well, if you ever heard this woman snore you would know. I did have the luck of capturing her sawing a cord of wood on video but she has promised physical harm should I post it. And that particular snoring was during a nap and in no way equal to how she snores in a deep sleep.

We embarked on our two hour drive to Atlantic City back to the hotel where we had our first sleepover. This hotel has held a lot of memories for us both good and bad and if anyone recognizes it it's where the old Miss America competitions used to be held. We held hands and reminisced of our relationship together. Neither one of us, although being completely intoxicatingly in love with one another, ever thought that we would actually make it this far. As many of you know the beginning of our *real* relationship was full of fights and distrust and there was absolutely nothing keeping us together. Except for the fact we both are as stubborn as donkeys and refused to give up.

We weren't in our hotel room for more than 10 minutes before my pants were off and my fingers intertwined through Sheri's hair.

Thursday night we celebrated our anniversary by going to Ruth's Chris Steakhouse which we have but one time consistently visited while we were in AC. We even ended up sitting in the same table we've sat in for the past 5 years and made conversation with our waitress who knew the waiter who always helped us in the past.

It was a pleasant treat when the maitre d' came over to spread rose petals on our table. It was however noticeable when she made the slight pause when she saw two women of a significant age difference sitting at the table. I saw the hesitation as she walked over with a handful of petals thinking Wait...is this right? They look like mother and daughter and I'm going to be spreading romantic rose petals for an anniversary??

I admire someone who doesn't react to us. It's refreshing considering most people do think we're related. I am still pleasantly surprised when someone finds out the nature of our relationship and I can't even detect so much of a blink of surprise. Either that or people these days have perfected their poker faces.

After a delicious meal of our petite filets and au gratin potatoes we made our ways to the casinos. My parents' were so generous that they gave us $100 of gambling money and their perks cards to gamble for them. Normally when we go down to AC we don't leave our hotel room save for a few meals but it was nice to actually get out and gamble. We settled on a table of Black Jack where I mostly concentrated on getting my diamonds in the right light to blind someone and make sidelong glances at the security cameras to see if they thought we were cheating because we won so much money.

We won like $80. I'm sure the big men upstairs weren't paying too much attention to me who kept getting yelled at because I wasn't making clear enough hand gestures about whether I wanted to stay or I wanted a hit.

After a while we both walked away from the BlackJack tables winners and I felt like I was hot stuff cashing in my chips. Attached to Caesar's is the famous Pier Shops so with our arms linked we strolled through the Piers to see if any of our winnings could buy us something fantastic. At the very end of the Pier there is a gigantic fountain synchronized to music and lights that we see every time we're down there. As we were strolling I heard down the hall the music starting and I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her up two flights of escalators to catch the show from a higher view. Like a child seeing Santa I stood with my arm wrapped around her watching the water dance to the music and would occasionally shoot her a contented smile.
Needless to say by the time we got back Thursday night it wasn't shortly thereafter that we were naked and writhing in ecstasy.

By some miracle, Sheri didn't really snore that night. It was probably one of the single most restful nights of sleep I've ever had laying next to her. That is after the initial 20 minutes of shifting to find a comfortable position and her yelling at me because I've stolen the comforters or hit her with a pillow.  Friday morning when I woke up after a good night's sleep I stretched and scooted my way closer to Sheri and nuzzled into her messy blonde hair. I wrapped my left arm around her and immediately started playing with a free boob while she mumbled into her pillow "You are far too awake. Move back over on to your own side."

I giggled and buried my nose into her neck and gave her little kisses. She rolled over on to her left side and pulled me into her so our bodies fit together like a puzzle piece. It wasn't long after that her hand started to wander and she whispered "You know what happens when we spoon. You get forked." I laughed and told her none of that would happen until she brushed her teeth.

In minutes her clean mouth was pressed furiously against mine as I felt her eagerness that early in the morning. There's something amazing about morning sex. The sensitivity is much more heightened which makes the orgasms more intense.

It was nearly lunch time by the time Sheri and I escaped outside from our hotel room and we got some breakfast. God love the woman afterwards she sat in the Coach store while I decided between two purses (and ended up splurging on them both). We went back to our hotel room where I ended up reading and Sheri was snoring beside me during one of the many judge-in-the-afternoon shows.

For dinner we went to the restaurant attached to our hotel which is a microbrewery and it's more of a relaxed atmosphere. In order to walk to the restaurant we have to pass by numerous conference rooms and I promise you, one of these days we will have sex in one of them. However this particular weekend was a gymnastics/cheerleading competition and we felt it improper to violate the tables knowing that children would be procuring those rooms in just a few short hours.

In fact, after dinner we started fooling around in our rooms and we heard the giggles of young girls in the room adjacent to ours. I do not feel comfortable having sex when other people can hear me (since we've established I can be loud) ESPECIALLY when those other people are innocent 9-14 year old girls. To try to drown out our sounds Sheri and I turned on the radio station where my tongue was flicking to the beat of the music. I don't think she particularly minded that. The lights of the city illuminated our bodies and our movements and eventually we felt more at ease as our underage neighbors either left to another room or drifted off to sleep.

About an hour or more later we laid draped over each other, sweaty and gasping for breath. My legs would not support my weight as I tried to get up and walk around the room and I had to pause, hunched over, and wait for the spasms to stop to take the next step. I collapsed into bed and kissed her goodnight and waited for sleep to take me over.

Except she didn't sleep as quietly as she had the night before. It was after nearly an hour that I screamed "OH MY GOD SHERI! SHUT UP!"

Her voice was muffled by the pillow "mmpfff. what'sthematter?"

"You are snoring, PUH-LEAZE BE QUIET."

"Mmmpff"

Apparently good sex makes her sleep more soundly which it turn makes her snore more loudly.
Eventually my exhaustion took over my body and I was thrown into a fitful sleep where every hour or so her snore would rip through my dreams and wake me up. I'd roll her over and switch sides and press the pillow firmly over my head and think to myself Just be quiet for five minutes. Just give me five minutes to go back to sleep. It was 8 am before I knew it and so help me if she gets to keep me up all night I'm waking her ass up bright and early. I started hopping around on the bed and singing "GOOOOOD MOOOOOORRRNNNIINNNGGG!!" to wake up her. A free arm would come flying out from under the covers to knock me away.

She denied my advances for more morning sex and we packed up and headed back home. After she left it would be over a week until we were able to have sex again. And the next time we did was definitely one of the "unplanned" sex that I have written about in the past. But that's another post for another time.