The Meeting
It was June of ’98 and I was stuck in Cincinnati for a several hours with nowhere to go. My meetings with Federated had concluded very well and nearly a day early. My flight wasn’t until evening and it was only 10:00 am so I asked my taxi to take me to a Barns and Noble so I could browse the books and enjoy some Starbucks. That’s how I ended up in Westchester, a suburb of Cincinnati, browsing the Sci-Fi when I nearly tripped over a small child and spilled coffee all over my tie. I grabbed some napkins and sat down next to a lady so engrossed in her book that she didn’t even look up as I excused myself and sat next to her to sop up the coffee from my tie. There have only been a few times in my life when I’ve felt deja vue and this one was intense. I looked up just as the lady next to me looked up and started to help me with my tie.
It hit me like the proverbial ton of bricks, it was her!
Kitty was my first love in life back in High School, I never got over her, I had moved halfway across the globe but could never get her out of my system. She taught me how to love, and we explored nearly every sexual fantasy our juvenile minds could conceive.
It was obvious that she had the same shock of recognition as I, “Oh my God! Richard!” was all she could say for a few minuets. We both stood up and embraced, oh how it felt comfortable. Her hair smelled good, not the Herbal Essence type smell anymore, but fresh and natural. She felt so good in my arms, we looked into each others eyes, speechless. It was as if the words we longed to say were evaporating before we could open our mouths. I looked into her soft hazel eyes, and suddenly I twenty years in the past, lying on a blanket in the park on a summer day, watching the clouds reflected in her eyes. The sparkle in her eyes was so bright, and the smile on her face was nearly as big as the erection in my pants as I held her close. I was just about to kiss her when a voice from the side said.
“Excuse me Ma’am but here’s the books you were asking about!”
We laughed so hard we had tears in our eyes. Kitty quickly gathered her books, excused the clerk and asked what brought me here. I explained I had several hours to kill and still loved to hang out in bookstores.
“Would you like to go for a ride? Let me show you around a bit?” she asked. I eagerly agreed. I followed her out of the store. The years have been kind to Kitty; her hips are a bit wider, but then so are her breast. Having two kids, didn’t make her any less sexy. She invited me into her Chevy Van; I hesitated for a moment, to think.
I have not seen this woman in 18 years, I don’t know hardly anything about her, I have no idea where we’re going, I’ve never been unfaithful to my wife, but ……I never got over Kitty, and I was suddenly more horny that I had felt in years.
It took all of thirty seconds to climb in. Yes, I thought I am a man; I have a brain and a penis, but only enough blood to operate one at a time.
Kitty said I looked good, and asked to see pictures of my family, and showed me pictures of hers. She put a Todd Rundgren CD in the stereo. It looks like they spared no expense on this Van. The CD was Something Anything. We used to make love all night while listening to my 8track of that album. She handed me a pipe and a small baggie of pot and started to drive out the parking lot.
This was like going back to 1978 all over again. I got the pipe going and passed it o her, it was so cool the way the sunshine sparkled on the curls in her hair. She still had her hair styled in curls. Her natural blonde is a bit darker now, but all I could think about, was that she looks so good, I want to make love to her right now. We stopped at a State Store (liquor store) and picked up some wine, and picked up some bagels, ham and cheese at the deli next door. She drove for a little ways and stopped near a hill in what was a park in the city. Kitty grabbed a blanket from the back of the van.
I grabbed our bags of picnic materials and followed her. The sidewalk was rather steep and Kitty led the way. It was such an incredible view, the way her ass was swaying back and forth, as she walked up the hill. The day was warm and I was reminded of an afternoon when I stopped by her house, she was out mowing the grass, we went inside to her room and I went down on her without even removing the terrycloth shorts she wore, and then made passionate love to her until her dad called upstairs to see when she was going to get back to the lawn. All my memories of Kitty were erotically charged, we did lot of things together, but we also made love before, after a date, and sometimes during. Watching her ass swing back and forth in that light skirt had my imagination quite stimulated. As she reached the top of the hill, she turned around to face me. I was a few yards behind her and a few feet below; the sun was directly behind her and was backlighting her leg and thighs through the thin fabric of her skirt. I wish I had brought my camera, so I could enjoy it later too!
“There’s a place I want you to see, it’s just over here” I followed her to place in a clearing on the hill. The view was excellent and we were hidden by trees. We spread the blanket opened the wine and started to make a picnic lunch. It was like stepping into a time warp, Kitty and I together on a blanket in the park, sipping wine and getting intoxicated on each other. I couldn’t get over how good she looked, she had really aged well, in some ways I felt she more attractive now than as a teenager. We sat next to each other snuggling and trying to catch up a bit with each other’s lives. Before I knew it, I was kissing her passionately and enjoying the feel of breast in my hands, and she had her hand down my pants caressing my eager cock. With my other hand I started to remove her panties and she said let me help. As she lay on her back legs in the air while I removed her panties, I started to kiss her thighs, just above the knees and slowly worked my way to her silky golden mound. I had just started to tickle her clit with my tongue when she said it was her turn, and to roll over. In no time, my shoes and pants were off and she was going down on me slowly and sensuously.
I can truthfully say that things do improve with time! I was getting the best head of my life! She had really improved; her husband is one lucky man! She could sense when I was about to explode into her mouth and would slow down and then wait a moment and go some more. She did this three times, before I begged her to let me cum. When I was about to cum, she swallowed me deeper than I can ever remember being swallowed. I was in total ecstasy, and couldn’t wait to return the favor.
With her skirt still on, she turned around and straddled my face and I could taste the excitement
that had already gotten her wet. I remembered how she had the sweetest tasting pussy I had ever eaten in high school and she was still good! Her labia were slightly larger now and her scent seemed a bit more mature, but it still gave me the same type of rush as when I was a teenager, and after what seemed like only a few minuets she shuddered in a climactic convulsion and said those same words she used to say as a teenager after she came, ‘Thank you Richard!”
She climbed off my face and sat down next to me. If anyone could have seen us, they would have laughed. The only clothes I still had on were my socks, my shirt and my tie was still tied. She was wearing only her skirt and her unbuttoned shirt, her bra came off in that type of magic trick that women seem to do, where they take off their bra while still wearing their shirt. Somehow it comes out their shirtsleeve. I’ve always enjoyed that magic trick. There’s nothing like freeing breast from the confinement of a bra. I poured the wine in some plastic cups and she made us some sandwiches of bagels, ham and cheese. We ate several sandwiches and finished the wine, while rediscovering each other. We learned all about our marriages, kids, pets, jobs and I discovered that she had turned out to be quite a woman. I really admired her courage in the face of various adversities she had overcome during the years. We fantasized about how life would have been if we had married each other 20 years earlier, what our kids would be like. They would have been some good-looking kids. As the last of the wine was drained and the conversation started to lull, I looked into her soft hazel eyes, held her hand, and thought about how I would remember this moment for the rest of my life. I could see the love she still felt for me that mirrored my own feelings for her. She started to say something at the same time I did, and we both agreed it should be a final act of closure, to heal us of an incomplete love. I kissed her, knowing that it would be the last time. The kiss soon melted into an embrace, which flowed into a full body hug. My cock was throbbing in her hand, and her pussy was dripping with anticipation on my fingers. She rolled me on my back and mounted me. It was the most bittersweet lovemaking I had ever felt. I wanted it to last forever. We rolled over several times and I brought her to a climax twice before I allowed myself to explode deep within her.
We cleaned up and as best, we could with some napkins from the deli. Walking down the hill together in a lovers embrace, I took in all the scenery, the way everything looked that afternoon, all the sounds of the traffic on the street below, the smells of honeysuckle growing along the fence along the sidewalk. I remembered the smile she had, as she talked about needing to pick up her youngest at the babysitter’s and get home before her oldest got home from school. Her eyes showed a slight sparkle as he told of how she was going to fix her husband his favorite meal, partly to sooth her guilt about what we had just done. In a way it felt wrong, but in another way it felt like finally reading the last chapter of a book left unfinished years ago, almost like the few hours we had spend together were really back in the past and not the present.
We tossed our trash in the can by the curb, climbed in her van and she dropped me off at the airport a couple hours before my flight. There were tears in both our eyes as we said our final goodbyes, and yet there was hope. Hope that sometimes unfinished business can come back to be completed, it was a fantasy come true, or should I say cum true?
;) DH
Coffee
There was once a meeting in bookstore
Quite by chance and spilled coffee
Between the coffee and the commentary
An ancient spark was set free
It grew to a flame once more
How I miss that little shop
On the way to the airport, just one short stop
A minuet, an hour and an evening, a visit to the park
The sunset through the curls of golden hair
Seared forever in the memories of my mind.
