A Remote Feeling

Pete and Rhonda were honoured on their special occasion, by their families and friends who joined in a celebration. ‘I can’t believe that all this time has gone,’ that’s what Peter said, but on this day it’s twenty years, since both of them were wed. A party lunch all through the afternoon, so just after tea, most guests were leaving to go home, even though it’s early, and by eight o’clock all guests have gone, so to leave them free, when Pete suggests an early night and Rhonda does agree. And once in bed it appeared, there be another honeymoon, for Rhonda felt a roaming hand upon her back and soon, the hand moved up to feel her neck then down her back again, right to the small above her buttocks but there did not remain. Pete’s hand caressed her shoulders and then moved around her neck, before gently moving ‘cross her breasts, which Rhonda failed to check. His hand moved across her lower stomach, then up to her arm pit, before across her breasts again, and Rhonda’s eyes had lit. Along the outside of her leg; passed her calf and to her foot, Pete moved his hand so very gently, and after that he put, his hand on Rhonda’s left knee and moved it up her inner thigh, before repeating on her right leg and Rhonda gave a sigh. But Pete stopped and then rolled over and turned on the T.V. leaving Rhonda rather flustered on this their anniversary. ‘Why did you stop?’ She purred before, Pete made this callous quote, ‘I got what I was after Darling - I found the remote.’