Maternity Ward

It was late Sunday afternoon and we had been waiting for this moment. My wife yelled, ?Lew, my water broke.? I grabbed the bag and went out and started the car, like a fool leaving her to lock up the house. Going to the hospital it seemed we were hitting every red light. I got frustrated and when the cross traffic thinned out scooted through the lights. Any other time I?d have gotten a ticket. As usual, when you needed one?no cop. When we got there and got her checked in, after about half an hour the nurse told me it was a false alarm, or rather it wasn?t quite time yet. She would be delivering, but in a little while longer. She said something like, ?Hang tight.? Another two hours passed and another couple came in. He and I were the only ones in the waiting area. He was a smallish man of about thirty, nattily dressed in a double breasted pin-striped suit with an expensive light blue silk tie. He immediately reminded me of Frank Sinatra, but much better looking. I?m the nondescript kind. If you walked down the street in New York you?d pass twelve or twenty others just like me in one block. I played football in college, and wanted to go professional, but wasn?t good enough. I get to the gym once or twice a week, but I stick to the treadmill or bicycle to get the heart going, and use the steam room, so I?m not out of shape but I?m nobody?s Adonis. After a few minutes I walked over to him and Avrupa yakası escort bayan said, ?Is this your first time?? He grinned, ?Yeah. What about you?? I nodded, ?Mine too.? We?d been married for six years, but had decided to hold off till finances were better. I stuck out my hand, ?I?m Lew, with a ?w?. He looked at me with a slight frown. ?As in Lewis with a ?w?. Still no response. ?L-E-W-I-S.? I don?t know why I feel I have to spell my name for people who will never write it down. He had taken my hand and was waiting to shake it. ?Oh. Hi. I?m Marc, with a ?c?, as in Marcus.? We both laughed a nervous laugh. Over the next four hours we talked. We talked about the Lakers and the Clippers. We talked about windsurfing and deep sea fishing. We talked about NASCAR. We talked about Ford 150s and Dodge Rams. We talked about smoking and drinking. I smoke and am trying to stop. I?ve been through the patch and am now using the gum. He used to drink. We talked about work. We talked about the heat wave and Obamacare and gas prices. We talked about sonograms and baby names and boys versus girls. The suit coat had come off, the tie loosened and the top three buttons unbuttoned. My hair was probably a mess from my combing my fingers through it. At one a.m. I was out of gum and said I needed a smoke. We went down to the lobby where there were a Escort Ataköy line of vending machines and he got a cup of coffee and I got a Coke. We went outside so I could smoke. The night was still unusually warm. I smoked half the cigarette and tossed it. We threw our cup and soda can in the trash receptacle and decided we didn?t want to go back inside yet. There wasn?t any place to sit in front of the hospital. I suggested we go into the parking structure and sit in one of our cars. ?I?m on the second level,? I said. We had been lucky. ?I?m up on the fifth,? Marco said. We got in my car and I tilted the steering wheel up. I wear boxers with my junk hanging on the right. My wife sometimes scolds me for showing too much, but I know that was one of the things that attracted her to me in the first place, and she likes the length. But I couldn?t seem to get comfortable. I had to shift around a couple of times. I reached toward the dash. ?Do you want to listen to the radio?? ?Naw.? I detected an accent, but I didn?t know if it was regional or Italian. We were both tired, sort of burned out. I looked at Marcus and commented, ?You?re in great shape. You must work out.? He said, ?I?m into weight lifting, but just enough to keep in shape.? I placed my hand on his thigh and felt the strong muscles. He looked at my hand and I realized my goof. ?Excuse me, I didn?t Şirinevler escort mean to invade your space.? ?No,? he said, ?I was thinking how good the human contact felt.? Marcus tilted the seat back a little and closed his eyes. ?I don?t think the coffee is working.? I said, ?I don?t know if it?s the caffeine in the Coke or the nicotine in the cig, but I?m wide awake.? Marcus opened his eyes and turned his head, looking at me. He said, ?You?re too tense.? He laid his hand on my upper thigh, right on my cock. He didn?t remove it. I hadn?t been hard, but I was suddenly on my way. I looked at him and slid my hand into his unbuttoned shirt, feeling his chest and rubbing my thumb over his nipples. He had probably been clean shaven that morning, but now his beard stubble was clearly showing. Surprisingly, his body was smooth with only a light patch of hair in the center of his chest. I slipped my hand down to his stomach, stopped only by the buttoned part of his shirt. As he unbuttoned the rest I leaned forward and kissed his mouth, which he opened to accept my probing tongue. My cock was roaring hard and like a caged animal was trying to struggle free. Marcus tried to unzip my pants, but I immediately took over and had them completely open in two seconds. He grabbed my cock and squeezed it hard. I frantically worked on getting his pants open and he lifted his hips so I could push them down, exposing his cock and balls. My cock is like a tube, straight and round. I like to think it?s seven and a half inches, but it?s really just a fraction of an inch over seven. The head is an unremarkable helmet shape, about the same size as the rod supporting it. Marcus' cock was, I?d estimate, six inches, but was fat.