Told from both a male and female viewpoint. The male perspective is from me, the female from my Scandinavian friend, Paula, who’s idea this story was. Enjoy and, of course, vote, and feedback always greatly appreciated.
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“Damn it, Bill — just admit it. You’ve been a corporate whore for the last ten years! You know what you’re selling does nothing, it’s just pablum to make the customer feel good, and you charge a small fortune for it.”
It was an argument we had at every conference; as far as I was concerned, Bill had turned into a corporate whore — taking money and telling customers he was doing something, but the only thing of ‘value’ that he was doing was fleecing their bankbooks. It did not matter that we had studied the same courses at the same university; when we graduated, he had immediately gone into the business world while I’d continued on to a yet higher education.
“Bullshit! We’re selling what the industry standard is, it’s what everybody has been doing for years.”
“Oh, come off it, look at the science! You know damn good and well that the science has moved on, and the majority of the customers are depending on you to certify that what they’re doing is the right thing. You are not telling them the truth. You are just shirking your responsibility and pointing fingers at “what everybody has always done” as an excuse to take them to the bank. Admit it; you are nothing but a snake oil salesman, getting them to give you money for absolutely nothing. Just how much of your bonus last year was based on selling something absolutely worthless to the unknowing? People depending on you to tell them the truth, to tell them they’re golden, that they’ve done everything possible to make sure it will work forever, while the only thing gold is the money going into your pocket?”
I stopped and held the door for my friend to the restaurant next door to our hotel, and he stepped in before me. The argument was just a continuation of one that we’d had before, one that I knew I wasn’t going to win, but one that I hoped we’d not have for too many more years or conferences. That our company had a “better mouse trap,” and had repeatedly proven we had a better mouse trap, wasn’t the question. The “industry standards” excuse allowed his company to continue to sell a mouse trap that did not work. Their premise was that when the standards were made 50 or 70 years before, “it was the only thing available,” so it was perfectly fine to repeat the same half-a-century old lies. Perhaps they were misconceptions when they were written, but once they were exposed as worthless, then they became a lie. That didn’t hold water with me. Times had changed, technology had changed, and his company continued to unethically fleece customers, in my opinion. Of course, we would be glad to license what we did to Bill and his company; license what we knew and had proven to them, but instead they thought we should tell them and the world about our intellectual property for free so that everyone could compete with us. Quite a quandary. Because we wouldn’t tell, they could not do what we could. Because they couldn’t do what we could, they thought the status quo should remain.
“Don’t give me that, Steve. All you have to do is….” My mind drifted off and I didn’t hear his repetitive arguments as my eyes had stumbled across a familiar shape in the restaurant. Seated by herself, her back to the door, it had been a fleeting recognition. The shape of her head and neck, the haircut, all so similar to my memory, but I couldn’t be certain it was her. But, even after 20 years, I could not stop the momentary increase in my heart rate.
My mind jumped back nearly two decades to the last time I had seen her. All that was visible now was the back of her head, a bit of her neck, and the top of her shoulders. My eyes moved again to Bill’s back, making sure I didn’t bump into him while he followed the waitress as she led us to a table. Turning around I glanced back at the woman in the booth by herself and, this time, my heart leapt into my throat.
I had not been positively sure when I’d first seen her, but had immediately wondered “what if?” I don’t know why she had immediately come to mind, with so little of her visible, what was it that had made me instantly know it was her? Now, as my eyes found the cute nose, the high cheekbones, the mesmerizing smile, the red lips that had been part of my fantasy of her so long ago, my eyes went wide with recognition.
She hadn’t looked up, hadn’t seen me to recognize me. Would she? When her eyes finally arose to see me, would her reactions be as mine had been? “Bill!” I said, reaching out and touching his elbow, “go ahead and get started, but uhm… I see an old friend that I haven’t seen in probably 20 years. I’m going to go say hello, so if I don’t come back, just go ahead and order without me.”
“What? Who’s that?” Bill said, turning and following my gaze to the table on the far side. The woman was not paying any attention to anyone else in the restaurant, instead looking down and reading something in front of her. “Her? Oh yeah, she’s uhmmm… Damn, I can’t think of her name. I think she’s speaking tomorrow. How do you know her?”
“Tina. She was a guest lecturer at the University, back when I was still teaching. We shared an office.” I touched his arm dismissively, “I’m going to go say hello, so don’t wait for me.”
“Yeah, Tina — that’s it. Damn, she’s a hottie! I don’t blame you. Will we see you for breakfast?” He laughed at his jibe.
“Yeah, pretty sure of that, she’s married,” I laughed and turned away. Starting across the restaurant, moving towards her, memories of that one semester flooded into my mind.
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The attraction had been mutual, of that I was sure. It is hard not to be attracted to someone you’re working with day in and day out, especially when you’re sharing an office space, and spending more time with her than with your spouse.
I have a tendency to downplay how attractive a woman is when I first meet her. Is she attractive? Yes, but I’ve never met her before. How does she compare to those beauties that I do know? Gradually I admit she’s gorgeous, but I’m probably thinking that just because she’s not mine. Yes, she’s got a hot body, but when you’ve got a hot body at home that loves you and shares herself with you — you want to ignore the attraction. Yes, she has a pretty face, nice tits, nice ass — but those thoughts are always dismissed initially. And then, over time, you realize that she really is quite pretty, quite attractive, quite sexy, and even though you’re attached to someone else, you know you’re strongly attracted to her.
And, when the visiting lecturer was as pretty and sexy as Tina was, and is, I had been tempted to more than make a pass at her.
We were both married, but it had not stopped the electricity from flowing between us. We had two desks, back to back, in a cramped room barely big enough for one, but it included a small couch for students to sit while they talked with us. So many times I had dreamed of closing the office door and taking her to that couch and making her a lover instead of a colleague.
Otherwise boring staff meetings were so much more pleasant when she was seated by my side. Seminars, staff meetings, planning meetings, all the things that bring co-workers together in academia had brought us into the same room, and I always looked to try and sit next to her. It didn’t always work out, but most of the time, we sat together.
I wasn’t sure if it was just a one-way attraction until one day when I’d arrived first. When she arrived a few minutes later she had also chosen to sit next to me. There were plenty of other seats available, and although perhaps it was just that she knew me and very few others, I sensed the attraction was mutual. I could still remember the familiar smell of her hair. I could still feel the occasional touch of her leg to mine in meetings, or the touch of her arm to mine walking down the halls, but we had both been discrete and loyal to our spouses.
“Excuse me… Tina?” I said, stepping up to the edge of her table, speaking even before her eyes left what she was reading to look up at me. Initially her body language, as I started talking, said that she wasn’t interested. It was body language that said Yes, I’ll be courteous, but no, I’m not interested.
And then her eyes rose, the shock of recognition flowing across her face. “Steve!” She said, her face breaking into an accepting smile, the stand-offish body language instantly disappearing. Sliding out of her seat and jumping up, I found myself surrounded by her arms, her body hugging mine, my arms hugging her, the feel of her body bringing more memories to mind.
She had indeed planned on eating alone, but that changed instantly. When I said I was also there alone, just not mentioning the dinner with my “other” old friend that I was no longer interested in, she readily asked me to join her.
We truly were old friends. Old friends that had flirted on being more than “just friends” so long ago and now we spent several hours learning about what 20 years had done to each of us. That she had a daughter, just about to turn 18, and a son who had just turned 16, wasn’t a surprise, just an unknown. But, finding that her husband, Christopher, had died of a heart attack a little over four years before was very much of a surprise. I had met Chris about a month before the end of Tina’s guest semester. He had visited for a week and, being an avid golfer, I had taken him out late one afternoon. We talked during the game, as golfers will, about our common ground – Tina. How smart she was, how lucky he was, about how much I had enjoyed sharing an office with Tina, although I never did share what strong physical and mental attraction I felt for his wife.
Tina was now a widow, and once again single; my own marriage had dissolved 8 years before, so I also was single. Although my wife and I seemed so compatible when we had gotten married, she grew one way, I grew another, and after 15 years we separated. It had been an amicable union, and an equally amicable divorce. With no kids, all it took was an equitable separation of physical assets, and we had remained friends — perhaps better friends now than when we were married. I had not been a monk over the last 8 years, but there had been very few that I’d connected with strongly; none that I’d ever had a desire for as much as Tina.
I hadn’t realized how long we’d been there until I happened to glance up and see there was one other couple just leaving the restaurant and, even by European standards, when I glanced at my watch, I realized it was quite late. I had ordered us a bottle of wine; even after all this time remembering she preferred a Riesling or Moscato to something red. Normally too sweet for more than a small glass for me, over the several hours we sat and caught up, it had disappeared. “It looks like we’re closing the place down,” I commented, glancing back to her. “Say, I noticed the Chokolate Shoppe off the lobby next door — have you still got a sweet tooth for chocolate?”
“You remember too well, don’t you?”
“You, I could never forget.”
The chocolates really were excellent, “to die for” is how she described them, and small enough that even I liked them although I don’t have much of a sweet tooth. Half an hour later, not wanting to let her go, I asked, “Would you like to join me at the bar for an after-dinner drink?”
She hesitated just slightly before turning me down. “I better not. I’ve got a presentation tomorrow and I need to get some sleep and get ready. The wine is already more than I should have had.”
“Of course,” I answered, a pang of disappointment coursing through my brain. Although I had not seen this woman in seemingly forever, the attraction was still there, and now, having just found out she was not committed to anyone, had driven my mind to the ultimate solution. Was it possible that we could finally hook up and share what we’d so strongly desired before? She had hesitated, just slightly, before saying no to the offer of a drink, so could I assume that she’d been tempted?
“I’ll be looking for your presentation in the morning,” I said to her as the elevator stopped at her floor.
“Thank you,” she said, turning and starting to step out of the elevator. She hesitated and I stuck my arm in the doors to keep them open. “It’s really good to see you again,” she said, turning and putting her arms around me once more. She rose onto her tiptoes and gave me a quick peck on the cheek before I could turn my lips to hers. She released me and stepped away, seemingly almost running away. Just like every time when I’d had the chance, I couldn’t help but admire her bottom as she walked away, her jeans still tightly hugging her ass, just as they had so many years before. The closing doors of the elevator removed her from my sight, but not from my memories.
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My mind was dwelling on, and remembering, so much from that semester as I began getting ready for bed.
It had been such a small office. With the couch off to the end, and her having the back desk, she almost had to turn sideways to shinny between the couch and the desk to get to her seat. The coat pole stood in the corner between my seat and the door, and when she came in, I’d move back to allow her to hang up her coat, giving me an “excuse” to ogle her bottom. I thought I had been quite discrete, right up until the day she turned around rapidly, and I hadn’t been able to look away fast enough. “Like my bottom?” she’d teased, although I didn’t quite realize it was a tease to start with. The “Oh Shit” thoughts of a sexual harassment accusation went through my mind, wondering even as they did whether it was sexual harassment to just enjoy looking at a woman. “You seem to spend a lot of time looking at it,” she had giggled and teased as she’d turned away. She could have faced the desk, but she had turned the other way, her ass sliding over the edge of the desk so if I looked at her, I had to see her bottom. “It’s OK, Steve, you’ve got a pretty cute butt, too.” Until then, I had refrained from saying anything ‘too’ overtly flirtatious, but from then on when it was just the two of us there was often a subtle, and occasionally not so subtle, flirtation in our banter. When anyone else was around, the innuendos and flirtatious banter totally disappeared and we were just two colleagues sharing an office but, when we were alone, double entendres went both ways.
The beginning of my admiration for her, and for her body, had started earlier in the semester. She’d arrived from Norway, near the middle of the summer, two weeks before the start of the school year, and just in time for the annual Staff beach party. There were those who were the old tenured professors that seemed to mostly be there for the drinking, and then there were us, the younger ones, barely out of college ourselves, who were there to play, and flirt and show off.
I’d agreed that I would pick up Tina and take her with me since she didn’t have a car and didn’t know where the lake was. Later I found that everyone was planning on carpooling, so I met her at her apartment, and we walked the few blocks to the parking lot where we met everyone else.
Everyone noticed Tina, the new, young, professor that quite nicely filled out a bikini. It didn’t matter that she had a demure bikini as far as bikini’s go; she had the ass and body and legs to make almost any bikini look awesome. Many was the professor who ogled her that day, but it was me that she hung around with, not really knowing many others. We had gone swimming, thrown Frisbee’s, drunk beer and wine coolers, gone swimming some more, had hamburgers — but it was during the beach volleyball that we really seemed to hit it off. Our mutually competitive spirits spurred it on, even though we weren’t always on the same team. Emboldened by the drinks that we had and our budding mutual attraction, we allowed our physical interaction to go beyond what it needed to. Diving for the same ball, falling in the sand, needlessly lying against or across the other. Pulling the other one up, an arm going around a waist or supposedly “innocently” brushing across her breasts. High fives, a pat on the butt, followed later by her giving me a similar pat on my butt. Laughing, flirtatious eye play across the net, pulling her against me, feeling her bikini clad breasts against my naked chest, once or twice my hand slipping onto her bottom, or hers onto mine without any push back from the other party.
In the evening, when it began to get dark and cool down, she had gone to the restroom and changed into the shorts and tee shirt that she’d worn over her bikini on the way there. It wasn’t until the last of us got ready to leave that we realized that those who’d left early had taken fewer people and left us with 7 people in a car with only 5 available seats. One of the women straddled the center console in front while Tina and I crammed into the back of the car with two others. I got in first and Tina essentially crawled into my lap.
She had to face the door to get room for her legs, leaving her with her back to the middle of the car. I had my one arm on her back, holding her in place. My open hand rested against her shoulder blade and I realized, feeling her bare back, that she had nothing on underneath her shirt. Her bikini that she had worn under it on the way there had gone into her bag and I could tell she did not have a bra on. Sliding onto my lap, her tee shirt pulled tight against her chest, her nipples accenting the rounded curve of her breasts through the shirt.
She started by sitting upright, but it was too uncomfortable like that, and a few moments later she leaned back against me. Her arm was in the way; she raised it and draped it over the back of my neck and around my shoulder, her upper body pressing sideways into me. Her legs had been across mine as she slid into my lap, but when she shifted to get more comfortable her one leg slipped between mine with her butt on my thigh, my other arm resting on her leg. I don’t know what was going through her head, but I know I was feeling the strong electricity sparking between us and it was clear that she wasn’t doing anything to pull away; if anything, she seemed to be leaning more and more into me. I could feel the warmth and softness of her breast pressing against my chest, my lust for her exploding in my mind. My one arm was pinned behind her body and could go nowhere except against her back, but when I turned my body to slide into the corner of the door and the seat to give all of us in the back as much space as possible, I had to move my hand that had been resting on her knee. With the 6 others in the car, 4 of us in the back seat, there was nowhere else to move it to except to her stomach. With my other hand on her back and my eyes intrigued by the perky points of her nipples through the front, I found myself getting more and more aroused. That she had been in my thoughts all afternoon didn’t matter, the intimate contact between us really got my imagination going, and it was all I could do to keep my hands from exploring more.
When my hand had been on her bare leg I could have easily slipped it up into the open leg of her shorts or let it ride up her thigh, over her shorts, onto the upper thigh where I’d be sure to touch if we were lovers. I had not made such a forward move, despite my arousal, a move that I was sure probably would have elicited some kind of negative response. But now my hand rested against her belly and I could feel the soft indentation of her belly button underneath, the firm flesh of an athlete elsewhere. My hand moved a bit, subtly stroking up and down over her belly. My hand cuddled the soft roundness, my pinky finger about where her panty line should be, except that I could feel nothing but smooth skin through the cloth. I knew my hand was probably lower on her belly than it should have been but she made no effort to move it or chastise me. My sexy coworker sitting in my lap, her unencumbered breasts just inches from my hand, had my cock swelling in my pant leg.
I knew my hand had drifted lower than what was appropriate. She hadn’t said anything, her eyes hadn’t come back to look at me, her hand hadn’t gripped mine to raise it up so she wasn’t telling me I’d gone further than I should have, but still — I raised it again, back over her belly button. When the car lurched around a corner, hitting a pothole on the dirt road, everybody in the car bounced with it. My hand lurched upward just a bit more, the side of my thumb coming to rest in the sweet curve where her belly changed to her breast. Her free hand came back to rest on top of mine, not moving it away, but holding it in place. She had to have felt the touch of my hand against her breast, but she made no move to push me away. Just momentarily, and as the car steadied out once again, she withdrew her hand from mine, sliding it down to her own leg. I could have easily raised my hand and filled it with her breast; with her back to everyone else, nobody else would have been able to see. I so wanted to, but instead kept my hand flat against her stomach, but I also was not moving away from that faint touch of her breast.
Nothing had been said between us, but she had me hot and bothered, I was pretty sure she knew this, and I suspected she was feeling the same. Were her nipples perking through her shirt because they were cold, or because she was also aroused? Was she enjoying my hand on her belly? What would she say if I lifted my hand and squeezed her breast? And then she leaned into me a bit harder, turning more sideways, so that her nearer breast mashed even more against my chest.
I don’t know if any of our colleagues had noticed the building lust between us at the party and were doing their best to keep us in line or not, but before I realized it, instead of returning us all to the parking lot where we’d started, the driver pulled up by Tina’s guest staff housing and stated, “We’ll let you out here, Tina.”
She turned to say goodbye to everyone else in the car, slightly pulling away from my hand under her breast, and in doing so her leg that was between mine pushed back and into my erection. If she hadn’t realized what she was doing to me before, she obviously did now, as just as she’d made no effort to move my hand away from her breast, she made no effort to move her leg back from where it was pressing against my erection. She sat there for several seconds, saying goodbye to everyone else, and then turned back. I hadn’t moved my hand, she’d just turned away, but now as she turned to lean forward and through the door, her breast moved downward into my hand.
It was just momentary, but she had to have realized I’d just inadvertently fondled her, her hard nipple stroking my palm as she moved. I hadn’t squeezed or pushed against her, but I knew that she knew, and I wasn’t sure that it was an accidental contact. Sliding out the door, she stood and turned back, bidding adieu to everyone again, saying thanks for driving and, to me personally, “thank you for letting me sit in your lap” before she turned and walked away. It was just a short personal goodbye, but for those few seconds her eyes had locked on mine and a sexy look of understanding, telling me that she had definitely felt my erection, that she’d definitely known she was pressing her breast against me and into my hand and had very much enjoyed the ride. I understood she was telling me “that was fun, but no more,” but all my mind could concentrate on was she liked that too, she wouldn’t have minded if you had been feeling her up all the way home.
Monday, back in the office, I wasn’t sure what to say. Should I apologize? Had I pushed too far? “We, uh, sure had more than enough to drink the other day, huh?”
“Oh My God!” I haven’t had that much to drink, well… maybe ever.”
“I hope you had fun.”
“Yeah, that was fun. I had fun. Did you?”
“Yeah, but Tina, I um, hope we didn’t get… too far out of… um…” I knew my face had to be crimson, trying to apologize for something that would not have happened, at least not that way, if I’d been sober.
“Don’t worry about it, Steve, we had fun, and nothing happened that I didn’t enjoy.”
“Yeah. I enjoyed it too. You can ride on my lap to the beach anytime you want.”
Shit. I couldn’t believe I said that, although it was exactly what I was thinking. Along with riding on my lap I was thinking of fondling her breasts, tweaking her nipples, kissing her delectable lips, but I hadn’t really intended to say anything like that — it just came out.
Her blush said it all, but her “I’ll bet you would, but I’m not so sure my husband or your wife would like that,” ended the conversation about the beach party, thereby admitting that we went beyond where we should have and it never came up again.
That night after the beach party was not the last time I ever masturbated fantasizing about being with Tina, but it was the first.
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Now, here I was 20 years later, alone in my hotel room, remembering what was, and imagining what might have been, what could have been, one more time. Erection in hand, I was slowly stroking myself and remembering that beach party and then later the one and only time I’d truly fondled her and so many other little things that had turned me on about Tina over that long ago semester.
I remembered the day she’d gotten caught in the rain. The rain had not been forecast, just a quick unexpected change in weather and she’d been caught between the office and her classroom in a downpour. A simple white blouse had clung to her like a second skin when she had come running into the office resembling a drowned squirrel. I had my gym bag with me, and I immediately pulled my towel out and gave it to her. It worked on her hair, but it didn’t prevent the blouse or her thin white bra from clinging to her body and turning nearly translucent. I didn’t have to stare; she might as well have been topless. I’d occasionally seen the lacy decorations of a sexy bra through a white blouse before and I know I’d seen her nipples erect through the tee-shirt after the beach party. I’d also occasionally spied those intriguing sexy little bumps protruding from other shirts. But now, for the first time, I could see the size and color of her areolas and the bumps of her cold nipples. “I don’t suppose you’ve got a shirt I can borrow?” she had asked, pulling the blouse away from her body, recognizing even as she did that it did no good. I immediately acknowledged I had my still clean and unworn gym tee-shirt, which she readily accepted when I offered. “Pull the door shut, will you?”
“Want me to go out?” I said out of politeness, standing and moving toward the door.
“No need. I don’t think there’s much more for you to see,” she’d answered, essentially acknowledging that she knew her shirt and bra were translucent and I had to have seen her virtually nude from the waist up. The answer was the typical Scandinavian no-nonsense, pragmatic style that was so much Tina.
I’d witnessed this mindset of Tina before and would several times again before the end of semester. Turning her back to me, she pulled the wet blouse off, dropping it to the couch in front of her, and then reached back, and unhooked her bra, leaving her naked from the waist up. She dropped the bra on top of her blouse and then reached down beside her to the seat of the couch for the dry tee shirt before straightening up, lifting her arms, and slipping it over her head. Taking her shirt and bra off, all I’d seen was her back. But topless, turning slightly sideways to reach for my shirt, her one breast was completely silhouetted. Her nipple, cold from the wet, was erect and completely visible. Her breasts, not large, but not overly small, were firm and perky and I immediately remembered it momentarily filling my hand on the way back from the beach. If all I’d seen was her bare back it would have been enough for my overactive imagination, but then seeing her breast silhouetted — there were multiple times over the semester where my imagination took me back to that exact moment.
A certain sexual tension remained between us the remainder of the semester. Flirting, innuendos, the attraction was mutual, although we never went nearly as far as after the beach party. I think we both knew that in different circumstances, something would have happened between us. There was nothing overt, but we were often close to stepping over the line with flirtatious comments, eye play, or slightly lingering hugs or touches. Our office hours didn’t always coincide but, several times when they did, we left campus and fully enjoyed a private lunch together. It almost felt like dating, but we never carried it any further than just lunch.
It was about the first of November that Chris came to visit. Supposedly it was a ‘vacation’ for him, but truthfully, we all knew it was a conjugal visit. He had been back in Oslo, alone since early August, while she had been teaching at the University and I knew that, except for our flirtations in and around the office, she had been chaste since then also. I met Christopher the night he arrived, Tina brought him by the University and introduced him to everyone, and then they disappeared for the weekend. I didn’t need to ask on Monday what they’d done, really my only question was whether they’d even gotten out of bed after having been apart for three months.
Despite the early semester fireworks between us, and the occasional suggestive flirting when we were alone during the year, except for the rainstorm event — nothing happened between us until the final party. It was an end-of-semester, pre-Christmas, goodbye to Tina, all-in-one all-staff party. Most had a spouse or significant other along, but as my wife was working that night, and Tina had no one else, we went together. As with the summer party, there were multiple of the older staff that were there early, mostly for the drinking, and by 10 o’clock or so they began to disappear. And then there were those of us, the younger ones, that were just beginning to get going when the older ones were departing. Dancing, food, drinks — by the time that Tina and I were on the dance floor, we were feeling no pain. I’d had enough alcohol to break the inhibitions that had previously kept me from making an outright pass at Tina all semester, and Tina seemed to be buzzing from more than a few drinks as well. After a couple of months of lusting after my office mate, mutually teasing back and forth, we took it further than we ever had before.
Tina was wearing a little black dress that was not overly sexy but otherwise quite perfect for the occasion. Form fitting, it clung and showed her sexy body totally unlike her daily dress style. Her neckline exposed her décolletage, more of her breasts exposed than I had seen since she changed her shirt in front of me. She did not normally wear much jewelry, but this night she had a single gold chain and pearl that nestled between her breasts, attracting my eye, and I’m sure the eye of several others.
I’d heard comments from many of the other staffers during the semester about how attractive Tina was and how lucky I was to be the one to share an office with her, but I’d always assured everyone that our interaction was purely professional. I had gotten a raised eyebrow, or a “yeah, right,” when the question ever arose if there was anything between us, but I always denied it. I’d always been very careful and, as far as I knew, I’d never given any physical indication in public that anything was happening between us, despite that Tina and I both knew there was a strong physical attraction that we could not act upon. Others may have had their suspicions, but I knew the truth, and didn’t feel that I needed to share with them that I might have wished for exactly what they were suggesting, but that interaction only ever took place in my mind.
The dancing that evening was “just dancing” to begin with, but as the older staff drifted off, the dancing became suggestive. Separated bodies, dancing together, became bump and grind with bottoms pressed to crotches or fronts held hard against each other. Hands on hips went to, well, hands in many places. There were those who were dating, and then there were those, like Tina and me, who were just colleagues. The transition to more and more suggestive moves seemed to evolve naturally on the semi-dark dance floor as the evening wore on. It was not just us either; hands that had been holding partners close were seen to caress up and down bodies, sometimes across bottoms or breasts, sometimes across crotches. Roaming hands were sometimes allowed, other times moved or pulled aside, but those rejections seemed almost to be the exception instead of the rule. In a few cases I witnessed roaming hands that weren’t appreciated, and, in every case, they were stopped before they reached their target. Invariably, when that happened, the single courtesy dance became a one-time event as those partners separated. In other cases, roaming hands were allowed, often between colleagues that I’d not previously known to share intimacy.
Tina and I had both danced with several others during the night, but she kept coming back to me, just as I kept coming back to her, and gradually we moved into just the two of us dancing, often with full body contact. When I put my hand around Tina’s waist and pulled her back against me during a sexy slow song, it was obvious she felt my erection as she ground her bottom against me in a very sensuous dance move. I nuzzled her neck and, when I turned her, her face turned up to look into my eyes, lust smoldering in both of our eyes. It was obvious how much we were enjoying this, both of us longing for more.
I was not thinking of any ramifications when my hands slipped up her body to her breasts, just that it felt good, it felt right — and I was deeply in lust for my office mate. Her breasts filled my hands, nipples hardening in my palms, a breathy shudder and “ummm” of pleasure heard. My hand slid lower until my fingers found her nipple, eliciting a shiver of pleasure but, before too long, she reached up and pulled my hands back to her waist. Her head bent back to mine again, her shuddering breath whispering into my ear, “Steve… we can’t…
“Hmmm,” I whispered in return, “we can’t… but you want to…”
“Oh yes.”
“I know,” I said, now keeping my hands on her waist… “Me too.”
~
I looked down at the puddle of semen on my body, my still hard cock in hand. All of these things had gone through my mind in the last few minutes as I’d masturbated to thoughts of my one-time office mate and desired lover. Now that she was single, as was I, could it be that perhaps, at long last, my lusty desire for her could be fulfilled? At dinner, talking about all the things that had happened to us since we last met, it was as if we had never been apart. Had she tonight also felt the physical attraction that I had? Did she desire to take it where we had never been able to before? She had turned me down when the opportunity to move on had been there. Had she truly needed to rest and get ready for tomorrow, or was she cutting me off, telling me once again that “we can’t?”
My hand was still gripping my cock, my thumb rubbing semen over the head, the slippery sensation causing a shudder and a swelling of my cock once again. I hadn’t masturbated twice in a row in years, but the thought of her perfect breasts, her nipples, so well-remembered through the thin material of the sexy bra she’d worn under her dress that night, the way they’d responded to my caress, erect to begin with but growing to my touch, had my penis growing stronger by the moment.
We left together that night after the party, the taxi dropping us in front of her apartment when we got there. I walked her to her door, but she didn’t immediately go in. She’d turned to me, I’d turned to her, and we both knew we were going to kiss. Her face turned up to mine, her eyes closing as I leaned in and kissed her for the first time.
Moment later she pulled away, looking around, perhaps realizing we were still in front of her apartment and on display to the world. Turning, she unlocked the door and I stepped in behind her. Once again, she turned back and slipped into my arms, and this time, from the beginning, it was a lusty “I want to fuck you” kiss. She didn’t stop me when my hand once again filled itself with her breast, squeezing the hard nipple I found there. The shuddering of her breath and body told me she wanted this as much as I did, but it didn’t last long. When I slipped my hand into her neckline, under the dress and onto her breast through the thin sexy bra that barely separated my hand from her bare skin, it was just a few seconds before her hand came up and gripped my wrist to gently extract herself from my caress. She relinquished my wrist and pushed gently against my chest. “Steve… I want to, but we can’t. I can’t.”
“I know,” I said, my own breath shuddering with desire as I spoke. “I know.”
It wasn’t long and I was stroking myself again, this time imagining all that we hadn’t done. In my mind I could see my hands slipping inside her little black dress after the party, pushing it back off her shoulders, unzipping it, undressing her. I hadn’t actually seen her bra that night, just felt it that one time as my hand had slid inside it to her bare breast, but in my mind, I knew it had been thin and sheer and oh-so-sexy. I imagined standing in front of her, my arms wrapped around, pulling the zip and letting it slip from her shoulders, falling to the ground, her breasts that I had so desired to see and fondle now exposed. The thin black silky material would not hide them; her nipples would be hard, protruding, showing me how they desired my touch. Would she have a thong? Panty styles had changed over 20 years, but once having felt her bottom pressed against me, grinding against me, I could now imagine that she would be wearing a thong, knowing it would entice me. I imagined standing behind her, filling my hand with her nearly naked breasts, her hands slipping between us, into my crotch, feeling my erection that had been pressed against her bottom. Looking over her shoulders, nuzzling her neck, her nipples would be pressing through the thin bra which I had exposed and, soon enough, teasing the palms of my hands. I imagined slipping her bra loose; it had to be a front clasp as it had been so smooth on her back, exposing her gorgeous beauties that I’d only seen once, so many years before when she was soaked to the bone. I vividly remembered when she turned and reached for my shirt, thinking she was only showing me her naked back, instead showing me the side of her boob. Or had she? Could it have been so many years ago that it was another of her subtle teases? That she had known she was exposing her breast to me, that she had wanted me to see her?
In my mind I turned her in my arms, standing back to look directly upon, and be mesmerized by, her beautiful body. I reached down, filling my fingertips with her nipples while her hands fumbled with my belt. I imagined leaning down to suckle her breasts, all while her hands continued to pull my belt and pants loose, soon enough pushing down, thumbs catching my underwear, as my cock sprang forward. Her cool hands gripped me even as my hand slipped into her panty, my finger finding the soft flesh between her legs, finding her warmth and wetness, my finger caressing, feeling her shudder.
What was it about tonight that she had me so aroused, with just memories, after so many years? Was it the proximity? Knowing that she was just a few floors below me? Was it that I “knew” she wanted me too, or was it just my imagination? I didn’t know, but after my heart rate slowed again, I got up and took a shower before returning to bed.
* * * * *
Tina closed the door behind herself and leaned against it, her heart rate high and mind racing. She knew she was blushing even if she was alone in her room. She hadn’t felt like this in years and the memories of her time together with Steve, almost 20 years before, came rushing back. The image of his muscular body on the beach, leaving little to the imagination during the beach volley game, and the shameless flirting that they got into in the heat of the game. And then, sitting on his lap in the car, leaning into him, her bare breast under the thin t-shirt pressing into his chest, their legs intertwined. His hand had been on her belly, stroking from the bottom of her breasts to what would have been below the top of her panties, if she’d had any on. Having worn her shorts and shirt over her bikini on the way there, she’d had no choice but to just put them on without underwear for the trip home. His hand had brushed against the bottom of her breast several times and she had so hoped he would raise it just that little more and appease her need, but he hadn’t. Her leg had pressed against his undeniable erection, she could have moved away, but hadn’t. So badly she had wanted to dive in, kiss him, and more. In her mind, she had imagined walking back from the parking lot where they had started and inviting him in. Perhaps their colleague, who was driving, had noticed their nearly out of control flirtation and deciding to drop her off first, alone, saving her from what she might have later regretted. She had often wondered what might have happened had they instead been returned together to that parking lot. She had been raised with a strong sense of right and wrong, and that night, even though she knew she was married to someone else, after months of being alone, the temptation to allow someone else to touch her and please her had been extremely strong.
Her mind shifted to the time he had essentially seen her naked when she got soaked in the rain and had to change in their crowded office. She had realized how much she was showing and how she was probably quite a sexy sight to her young colleague. She so wanted to turn toward him topless, to ask him if he enjoyed looking just as she had once teased him about ogling her bottom, or asking if he wanted to play, or… Yet she had played it cool. She’d turned sideways just that bit, knowing he got a better look at her breast, knowing she was teasing and enticing him and then simply slipped into his gym shirt as if it was every day that she changed clothes in front of her office mate.
And then, there was the final party.
She was slowly getting undressed as her imagination and memories took over. She hadn’t been dressed sexily tonight, just a pair of jeans and a sweater, but in her mind, she was back in her party dress and the sensuous bra, her body on fire. Once naked, her hands roamed her own breasts and sensitive nipples, the other hand slowly moving to the wetness between her legs. He had not touched her tonight, other than her hand and, briefly, her arm in the elevator. They had merely talked, in public, but still she found herself wet just from his closeness.
She remembered how turned on she had felt that night at the end of semester party. Tipsy, from the drinks, but especially aroused from the sight and feel of his body so close to hers. His muscular arms and shoulders and solid chest against her, hugging her in tightly from the front or standing behind her and pulling her in tightly from the back. He had nuzzled her neck, his hot breath on her feeling so sensuous and sexy. He was a good dancer, as was she, and she had loved being held and twirled and handled by him. She remembered feeling a bit embarrassed at how sexy and suggestive their dancing had gotten but had been unable to resist it and had let the mood take over. She’d let him feel and hold her breasts, partially exposed by the open neckline, her nipples protruding through the thin bra and her dress. She’d felt his hardness behind her and had naughtily let him know it by grinding her bottom against him as he pulled her close. He’d put his lips on her neck, definitely not just a friendly peck on the neck but a full-on kiss, even if it hadn’t been on her lips. She hadn’t dared to turn her head to face him at that moment, knowing that if she had the display wouldn’t be appropriate even for an all adults gathering. Now, tonight, they were both single and she allowed her imagination and hands to take it further – withdrawing from the dance floor to a hotel room and giving into the temptation that she had barely been able to resist 20 years before.
Exhausted and satisfied after a thundering orgasm wracked her body, she was trying to go to sleep, but she kept thinking about tomorrow. Did he also want to get together again as she did? That last party had been just days before her return to Norway, and as she remembered it, they had ended the night with a long, sensuous hug. She hadn’t stopped him initially from fondling her, her nipples tingling to his touch, but then had stopped him with a longing look of “if only… but we can’t.” It had been the right thing to do, to walk away at that time, as they were both attached. She knew he’d been very aroused that night, and knew he had probably gone home and fucked his wife silly while she’d had to take care of herself. She also knew that if he hadn’t been such a gentleman, that if he had pushed just a little, she would have said yes and let him fuck her silly.
A few friendly emails had been exchanged initially after she’d returned to Norway to keep in touch but, after a while, their lives had taken over and they had not heard from each other in probably 15 years. Was he still as attracted to her as she still was to him? She was pretty sure she had felt a strong sexual tension between them tonight, but who really knew after all these years? At this age, she wasn’t twenty-two anymore, should she be feeling this way? What would she wear if they had a chance to get together – and with no strings attached now – would they dare to take the plunge? Gradually she drifted off into a restless sleep, her imagination full of sexy images.
* * * * *
I did not have to rush forward after her presentation the following morning. I suppose I could have, but she was busy talking to so many others, I discretely hung back along the one side of the room. I assumed she had seen me, but kept an eye her way in case she hadn’t, and a few short moments later she did indeed manage to come my way as the participants emptied the room and new ones were filing in for the next speaker.
“What are you doing for lunch?” I knew it was a bit early but hoped that perhaps we could get away before the crowds.
“Oh, sorry. I’ve got a lunch meeting, but I haven’t got plans yet for dinner…”
“Sounds good, I don’t either.”
“Meet me — say at the Chokolate Shoppe… at 7?”
“I can do that.”
She smiled and patted my arm, her eyes on mine before she turned away.
* * * * *
I had not had much time to think about the dinner date but had felt an undercurrent of excitement ever since lunch time. I was not well rested, my erotic dreams of the night had me awakening thinking of Steve instead of my presentation. I was quite busy, talking with colleagues and customers following my presentation, but every time I slowed down, I again found myself thinking of Steve. Reluctantly I’d had to turn him down when he’d asked me to lunch. Finally, back in my room, I knew I just needed a quick shower and to touch-up my makeup and hair before heading out. I was not thinking of dressing fancy, but I knew I wanted to look my best.
In the shower, my mind drifted to the night ahead and I realized how hypersensitive my body was. Running my soapy hands over my slippery body, applying just a bit of added attention to my nipples, made me shiver with pleasure. When I ran my hand further down, I moaned at my own touch, finding my lips already swollen and my clit extra sensitive. I momentarily imagined it being Steve’s hand and Steve’s fingers caressing my most sensitive spot, imagined him being there with me, completing the fantasy that I’d walked away from so many years before.
Oh, come on now, get a hold of yourself, it is just dinner among old friends, my internal voice chimed in as I pulled my fingers away. I quickly stepped out, deciding not to daydream anymore, but focus on the night ahead instead. But the tingling feeling didn’t go away, and neither did the hope that it would be more than just dinner.
When I applied body lotion a few moments later, standing naked by the bed but able to look at myself in the hotel mirror, I again found my hands lingering in sensitive places, my body shivering and wanting more. Could we really end up with each other tonight, or was it just wishful thinking in my head?
I didn’t have a large selection of clothes to choose from as I hadn’t planned on a date when I’d packed at home. I knew the smooth t-shirt bra that I chose was a good fit under my top, but then after looking at myself in the mirror, took it off again and decided to go with the gauzy non-padded bra. I told myself I liked that bra because it was comfortable and didn’t take much room in my suitcase, but now, as I ran my hands over my breasts, feeling myself through it, I blushed knowing that the real reason I had chosen it was because it felt so sensuous. Just the slightest touch had my nipples at attention, and I knew they would slightly peek through the sleek, powder pink sweater I was going to wear. I don’t have a sexy dress with me, but at least I can wear a fetching top, I mused.
It was about two years after my husband died that I began packing that sexy bra when I went to these events. For my business meetings and presentations, I always wore the padded bra to give myself as professional an appearance as possible, hiding my nipples to keep from distracting my male colleagues should the temperature or my libido cause them to fail to behave. But tonight, I wanted to look sexy, I wanted Steve to desire me, to take us both back to where we left off at the end of that Christmas party so many years before.
I never planned on hooking up with someone at business meetings. I never had, at least until tonight, but I knew that tonight was exactly the reason I’d packed this bra again and again. I looked at myself in the mirror, slipped my sweater on and, as expected, my sensitive nipples were still faintly visible.
Letting my eyes drop I smiled bemusedly to myself as I realized I had been so intent on dressing in my bra and sweater that I was still naked from the waist down. I had multiple choices, but chose a cheeky-style panty, hoping that perhaps Steve would appreciate it later.
Looking in the mirror, I twisted and turned, checking myself from all angles; a nice-fitting pair of slacks, heels and the lightweight, soft sweater that clung nicely to my body. I shivered again and felt fairly satisfied that the outfit accentuated my curves nicely, yet was subtle and in line with my usual simple style. A few strokes of powder to my slightly flushed face, some red lipstick, and I was ready to go. I picked up my warm sweater and glanced into the mirror once more, finding everything was perfect, pulled the door open and stepped out.
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* * * * *
I stepped into the Chokolate Shoppe and found Tina already there. She rose to greet me, explaining that she had arrived just moments before I did.
The slim, beautiful, sexy co-worker that I remembered was now a mother of two, but to me she was still as slim and beautiful and sexy as she had been so many years before. Tonight, she had dressed appropriately for the chilly weather outside, but perhaps also to entice me? Whether it was intentional or not, she did. A form fitting short-sleeved pink sweater hugged her body, two perky nipples slightly showing through and accenting her bust. She had shared an office with me for a semester, and I knew she was acutely aware of her body and how she looked. I thought back to that afternoon where she’d gotten drenched, and the color of her plain white bra had been slightly visible through her professional white blouse, but with it and her blouse drenched it had not been enough to prevent me seeing the color of her nipples. Coming back from the lake her nipples had been visible through her shirt, but that night she’d been braless. And of course the night at the party, her cleavage on display, that one time at the party where I’d filled my hands with her breasts, feeling them through her barely-there dress. Her nipples had been hard that night, protruding through what I had to assume was a thin, perhaps sheer, bra as I’d barely been able to detect it until she had momentarily allowed me to slip my hand into her dress, into her bra and onto her breast to fondle her. I couldn’t help but wonder if tonight she’d knowingly again chosen a bra like that to entice me.
The sweater was matched with long black slacks which, as we again stood up in the Chokolate Shoppe to step out and find a taxi, I also found accented her bottom. “You look really nice,” I complemented as she stepped forward and my arm went around her in a hug.
“You look pretty good yourself,” she responded and then leaned up and kissed me. Just a quick peck, but it was a kiss on the lips. She’d kissed me so many times before, the quick European peck on the cheek of greeting that is so common, but this had been deliberate.
I wanted to tighten my arm around her, pull her tight and extend the kiss to more. I wanted to pull her to me, run my hands over her body, but instead I acted the gentleman, stepped back and held out my arm. “Shall we?”
She reached back and retrieved a heavier sweater from the back of the chair. I’d been outside earlier, and whereas it had been chilly and windy in the afternoon, it was much chillier now although the wind had died down. A taxi was idling outside the hotel, seemingly waiting for us. She slid into the back seat, stopping in the middle, and I slid in behind her. I gave the driver the name of the restaurant.
Tina shivered beside me and then leaned against me. “It’s cold out there!” I raised my arm and she slid closer against me, another shiver running through her. I draped my arm over her shoulder and her shivers disappeared as she absorbed the heat of my body.
~
It was two and a half hours later, but had felt like just minutes, when we again slid into the back of a taxi. We had waited outside for several minutes after dinner before our taxi pulled up. When I again slid in behind Tina into the back seat, my arm went onto the back of the seat behind her and she turned slightly toward me, snuggling against me, a shiver racking her body. I gave the driver the name of the hotel, looked back at Tina, and found her face looking up expectantly.
Her eyes closed as my mouth bent to hers and she gave herself to me in a kiss. My other hand slid behind her arm to hold her closer, but there was no resistance as she melted into my embrace. Her mouth opened to me, her tongue acceding to my insistence and slid into my mouth. A shiver ran through her body and I pulled away from the kiss. “Cold?” I whispered.
“Not anymore.”
“I’ve dreamed of doing that for 20 years.”
“I’ve wanted you to do that for 20 years.”
My hand was rubbing her arm, and I so wanted to slip it forward onto her breast but for some reason I glanced forward, catching the eyes of the driver flicking away from the rear view mirror and realized he’d been watching. I didn’t feel the need to give the driver his voyeuristic thrills, so instead of slipping my hand directly onto her breast I slid in alongside it, under her arm, and bent to kiss her again. This time her hand went behind my head to hold me and I found my tongue sliding into her mouth.
“I’ll be right back,” she said as we stepped into her room. I hadn’t had to decide whether we were going to my room or hers. She had reached over and pushed just the one button on the elevator when we got on and had taken my hand as the door opened at her floor, leaving no doubt.
I shrugged my coat off and, instead of just dropping it in a chair, slid the mirrored closet door open and put my coat on a hanger. I stepped into the toilet after she came out and, moments later, found Tina standing outside the bathroom door where she was just finishing hanging her own sweater. Her hand went to the mirrored closet door, pushing it closed, her eyes rising in the mirror and meeting mine as our reflections and the room appeared.
Stepping forward just that little bit necessary to close the gap between us, I reached up and put my hands on her shoulders. I ran my hands down her arms to her elbows, holding her in place as I stepped forward and pressed myself against her back. Leaning my chin across her shoulder, her head tilted back to mine, accepting the nearness, allowing me to nuzzle against her neck.
My hands caressed her arms before I slipped them forward and once again filled my hands with her breasts, knowing that this time she was going to let me fondle her for as long as I wanted. A shuddering exhalation escaped her mouth, a shiver coursing through her entire body, as my fingers found her nipples. Barely visible nubs protruding through her sweater to begin with, as my hands slipped further down her body, searching for the hem of her sweater, her nipples were now easily twice as large. My fingers found the bottom of the sweater and she made no effort to stop as I began lifting it from her body. I collected it as I lifted, and when I reached her breasts her arms lifted to help me lift it off.
“Oh my God,” I whispered in her ear after dropping the sweater to the floor beside us. “So gorgeous, so sexy,” I continued as my hands returned to her breasts. I let my fingers trace around her nipples and areolas, plainly visible through the sheer bra, and then pulled back a bit and glanced down to find the clasps. Seeing nothing I looked back and realized there was a single hook between her breasts. Moving my fingertips together I released the clasp and pulled the cups back to expose her bare breasts to my eyes and, moments later, to my fingers. “Oh My God, Tina, I’ve imagined this so many times since you got drenched in that rainstorm.” Another shiver ran through her body as my fingers pinched her bare nipples, her right hand reaching behind her body and finding my erection in my pants. I had grown down a pant leg, hung up on my underwear, and now I reached back and one-handed straightened my cock, so it was upright against my stomach.
Tina’s hand had barely moved to allow me to straighten myself, now her eyes closed as her hand gripped my erection through my pants. I turned my head to her neck, my lips finding and nibbling on her ear, eliciting even more shivers. When I moved my fingers on her nipples, she quivered. As I moved my mouth on her ear, she shivered. When I slowly slid my left hand down her belly, her stomach constricted and pulled back, easily giving me a gap to delve further down into her pants and panties. I slipped my fingers inside to do exactly that, but then I stopped and began to work the button and zipper of her pants instead. The button refused to budge one handed, and realizing what was happening, and simultaneously confirming her complete agreement to what was happening, Tina’s free hand came to the front of her pants and held the opposite side in place while my pulling freed the button. Once the button freed, the zipper on her slacks easily slipped down.
Tina’s slacks were quite form fitting, but with the button and zipper free it gave me ready access. There was now nothing to prevent me from easily slipping my hand into her panties, and I did. My fingers found the top of her panty and I caressed along it momentarily, teasing as she knew where I was headed, until finally I flattened my hand and slid it down inside her waistband.
I had never seen Tina totally naked, nor seen her pussy before, but was not surprised to find my fingers encountering nicely trimmed pubic hair. Tina’s excitement at my touch was palpable, her intake of breath as my fingers began to explore beneath her pants telling me that she also was more than ready for this. I slid my hand as far down as I could, not trying to penetrate or caress, just feeling the warmth and roundness of her mound, the soft and supple skin of her labia. Drawing my hand all the way back out, I relinquished my right hand rolling her nipple and reached two handed to work her slacks down. Gripping both sides, she wiggled her bottom in a practiced move, helping me easily slide her pants down her legs as I gradually dropped to my knees in front of her. I used my hands to slide her slacks to just above her knees before she raised a leg, allowing me to remove one pant leg, and then the other.
Now naked except for her panties, I could easily have leaned forward and kissed her belly and with just a bit of lowering have kissed her panties. I sensed the heat emanating through them, or perhaps I smelled her heat and arousal, but for now I refrained from her obvious desire. Instead I stood and, as she straightened up, I turned her in my arms, my mouth again lowering to hers as my hands filled themselves with her bottom. Half of her bottom was already bare, but the tight-fitting French cut cheeky panties didn’t stop my fingers from slipping under the edge to fill themselves entirely with the flesh of her buns. Pulling away from the kiss, I sucked her lip between my teeth momentarily before relinquishing her mouth and whispering, “Every day you teased me with this ass. Turning and sliding it across the edge of the desk right beside me…” With my hands gripping her naked globes I pulled her close against me, my erection pushing against her belly, until I pulled my hands from under her panties and slipped my thumbs over the top. Downward pressure was just like with her slacks, her panties easily slid down, except that as soon as they cleared her bottom her panties virtually fell free. She didn’t need my hands to help, she slithered her feet out, now standing completely naked in my embrace.
She began reaching for my belt, but I turned her again, so we were both facing the mirror. My arm went around her belly, lifting until her breasts rested on my forearm, my second hand joining to cup and fondle a breast. Slipping my arm outward I raised my hand that little bit more, filling both hands with her delectable breasts as we both watched in the mirror.
Her body convulsed in an uncontrollable shiver as my fingers once again pinched her nipples. “Oh my God, Tina, you can’t imagine how many times I imagined doing just exactly this… So gorgeous you are, so gorgeous they are….”
Her breath shuddered with every intake and exhalation, her head leaning back into me. As I relinquished her breast with my right hand and began slipping down her belly, her stomach recoiled, tightening to my feather touch. Her eyes were in the mirror, just as mine were, watching as I stroked increasingly lower, reaching closer and closer to the center of her arousal. When I reached her finely trimmed pubic hair, I could almost feel her wishing my fingers lower. Rubbing back and forth across her hair I kept my fingers constantly moving lower until I finally found her warm and succulent lips once again. This time I stroked my finger up and down, feeling her heat as I finally penetrated into her wetness. “Oh… So slippery you are,” I crooned in her ear, her eyes catching mine in the mirror.
“Ohhhh,” she exhaled, “I dreamed of this last night.”
I kissed and tongued her neck, right behind her ear, before once again nibbling it with my lips. I watched as my finger pressed between her lips into her warmth, and then stroked upward, gradually straightening my finger and pressing in until I found her clit.
Her gasp was instantaneous, her arm rising, reaching behind to wrap around my head and hold me in place, her eyes closing. “Watch! I ordered in her ear, her eyes fluttering open, obviously barely able to focus on the mirror and my fingers penetrating her depths to drive her mad.
My finger against her pussy teased and tortured at the same time, her body becoming stiff to my touch, her back arching slowly, pushing her pelvis forward into my finger. At the same time her hand was behind her bottom, on my cock, gripping and squeezing through my pants. A nipple in one hand, her clit under my finger, her body responded with ever increasing shivers until she convulsed in orgasm, her legs collapsing beneath her. At once she was pushing herself against me and simultaneously pulling away; desiring the continued pleasure of my fingers, yet already consumed with orgasm. I wrapped my arm around her waist and held her steady until her legs once again solidified beneath her.
I had been in charge; she’d given herself completely to me. She’d allowed me to remove her clothes, allowed me to strip her naked and take her to orgasm while, except for allowing her to grip my cock through my pants, I had virtually rejected her rudimentary touching of me. Moments later, recovered, she turned herself in my arms. Her mouth ravenously attacked mine, her hands holding my head to begin with but, almost instantly lowering to my shirt. The top buttons first; as I reached in to assist her, her hands pushed mine away. Just as I’d stripped Tina, she now stripped me.
There was no attempt to fold or save clothing neatly, everything dropped to the ground and remained. My shirt unbuttoned, she pushed it backwards. I straightened my arms, slightly backwards, and my shirt slipped from my body into a pile behind me. Once it cleared, her hands remained on my shoulders before she began caressing me. Her hands explored my chest, fingers trailing through my chest hair, finding, and tweaking my own nipples just as my fingers had found her nipples minutes before. Leaning in, her face came to my neck, smothering it with succulent kisses, gradually moving down until she too could suck and nip at my nipples. Her hands reached my waist, her fingers dipping underneath my belt, finding and caressing my cock with her fingertips momentarily before they withdrew and fumbled with my belt. I reached to assist but again her hands pushed mine away. Obviously, she wished to undress me just as I had her. She might not want me to assist undressing myself, but she didn’t resist my hands on her, and although my hands found and caressed her breasts again, she didn’t remain in reach. As my pants came loose, she began working them down my legs, gradually dropping to her knees in front of me.
My pants did not come off quite as easily as hers did. She worked the waist down and then grabbed first one pant leg and then the other around my thigh to pull down, but once they approached my knees they easily fell from there. Lifting one leg at a time she slipped the pant leg off my feet, leaving me in just my boxer briefs. Remaining on her knees Tina leaned against me, her hands slipping to my ass, her face pressed against my cock through my underwear. She turned her face back and forth pressing against me as she squeezed my butt, and then her hands rose to my waist and hooked my briefs. They slid down easily, her fingers clearing my cock from catching on them and my cock sprang up directly in front of her face. “Oh… he’s so gorgeous,” she crooned, finally saying something. Her hands now free, she gripped me with her hand and rubbed my erection against her face. Rubbing it against one cheek and then the other with her hand, she paused only momentarily to kiss and lick the head before she stood up and began walking me backward through the room.
Reaching the bed, she turned and gently pushed me backward, letting me sit and then pushed back more so I was lying with my legs hanging over the end. Once again, she leaned into my cock, this time holding me upright and sucking the head, slowly slipping it between her lips, her tongue teasing momentarily before kissing her way back up my body. Onto my belly, my stomach, onto my chest, all while gradually climbing on top of me. She kept her body pressing against my cock as she did this, finally reaching the point where we were almost aligned. Looking me in the eyes she raised her body and then reached down between us, raised my cock, and positioned herself perfectly. My cock head was pressed against her lips when I saw a flicker of recognition go through her mind. “Oh Fuck!” she said, her body slightly lifting away from my cock and I realized what the problem was.
“It’s OK, Tina. I got fixed years ago.” The relief from her sudden apprehension was visible and she now lowered herself again, completely filling herself with my cock, until our pubic bones were meshed, and then her eyes closed. “Ummm,” she moaned quietly, her pelvis rotating in place over my cock, and said, “I so wanted to do this to you so long ago.”
“Me too,” I whispered in response, “me too.”
Leaning back forward she rested her hands on my chest, effectively pushing me down onto the bed and giving herself a balance point. That she was going to be doing the fucking was already obvious, her crotch rising and falling on my cock. I could reach her breasts again and fondled them, feeling her shudder in return. Her breathing was now through her mouth, sucking air in with shudders and exhaling again with shivers, and her back began to arch as she had in front of the mirror earlier. Her eyes came open, looking, but unfocused, the wild loss of control visible in her eyes telling me she was about to cum again. Seconds later she did, orgasmic shudders shaking her entire body and in mere moments my cock exploded inside her for the first time.
Tina gradually collapsed onto my chest, my expended cock gradually shrinking and falling from her body. “Be right back,” she whispered needlessly, as she stood and headed to the bathroom. I moved myself completely onto the bed, and moments later she was back, climbing up beside me and nestling into me. I raised my arm to put around her, and she leaned over and kissed my cheek before settling down with her head on my shoulder.
“That was pretty nice,” I said, my hand stroking her bare skin beside me.
“Mmm. I’d say better than pretty nice.”
“Oh?” I smiled, “why’s that?”
“It’s been a long time since anyone else has given me an orgasm. Nothing besides my fingers or my toys for a long, long, time.”
“Perhaps in a few minutes, I can do it again.”
I awoke, a faint light through the curtains letting me know the sun was already up, or at least rising. Doing it once hadn’t been enough for either of us, and a while later, after another bout and finally sated, we’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms. Thinking we had time to make love once more before she had to leave, I rolled to her and began to caress her once again. Apparently, she woke with the same thoughts, except that where I’d been fully in charge to start the night before, now she pushed against me, rolling me onto my back and crawling on top. She pulled her arms up between us, holding her body off of mine and blocking the approach of my hands. She giggled at my efforts to fondle her breasts once again, her arms moving to keep me away. Gradually she slid down my body until she got where she could see and play with my cock. Holding my erection upright she licked and kissed and finally took me in her mouth, eliciting a groan from me as she did.
“Do you know how many times I dreamed of doing this to you twenty years ago?” She said, pulling off momentarily before taking me back in her mouth.
“As many times as I dreamed of you doing it? As many times as I dreamed of pushing you down on that couch by the window and making love to you there?” I groaned, her mouth music now continuously pleasuring me. The way she was treating me, I had no doubt that she fully intended for me to cum, which moments later required me to warn her. It didn’t matter, I said it, and reached down to touch her head but my warning went unheeded, and my cock erupted in her mouth. I expected her to pull away, but she continued to suckle, her tongue and lips exquisitely painful, until I finally told her “Too Much! Oh God, Tina… Too Much!” and she pulled away.
Climbing back up beside me, she started to snuggle in, at least until she glanced across my body and saw the clock. Instantly she pushed away, stood up, and stuck out a hand. I acceded to her pull, following her into the bath where we stepped into the shower. After having just cum to her mouth I didn’t instantly get hard again, but I had no problem soaping and rubbing her body, and for the second time wrapped my arms around her and fingered her to orgasm. She shushed me away after that saying she had to get to the airport. I watched her do her hair and makeup naked, finally stopping and putting clothes on before repacking her remaining things. Reluctantly I gathered my own clothes and got dressed, waiting just a few more moments until she was totally done. I stepped up to her as she stood up her suitcase by the door. I slipped her into my arms and looked into her eyes. “Was this a one-night stand?”
“I hope not.”
“Good. Me too.”
She glanced at the clock by the bed. “I’ve got to go, Steve.” I nodded and reached for the door. We pushed both buttons at the elevator, she was going down and I was going up, so I figured it was just as good a time as any to say goodbye. My up elevator showed up first; I stuck my foot in to hold it while I pulled her to me and kissed her one last time. The buzzer telling me we’d held the door too long finally went off and I released her.
* * * * *
The morning had been a busy blur and, when I was finally in my seat ready for the two and a half hour flight back to Oslo, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I felt my cheeks burn as I thought about what had just happened. From the surprise meeting at the restaurant 2 nights ago, to a day of wondering and suspense of what might happen, and then last night and making love multiple times before falling asleep. Oh my God! At that second dinner all I could think about was how much I wanted to get Steve back to the hotel. The sexual tension had been palpable and I’m pretty sure we both knew all night where we were headed. And then, when we finally got there, how I was craving to feel his body and how wantonly I had thrown myself into his arms. It had been more than 4 years since I had been with a man, yet it felt so natural, almost like we had just continued from where we left off 20 years earlier.
With a late night, and an early flight, there had not been much time for sleep, but I didn’t feel tired at all. My mind was buzzing with thoughts of Steve and the mutual pleasure we had bestowed on each other. My marriage had been a happy one, although the last few years had been tough, but when I saw Steve in the restaurant all the memories of our youthful attraction had come flooding back. I had never regretted not acting on our undeniable attraction back then — it just wouldn’t have been right — but once in a while I had secretly allowed myself to imagine and pleasure myself with the “what if’s,” recalling the sensuous close calls of almost 20 years earlier. It did not happen often, but it was always a very steamy daydream when it did.
And then, last night, the infrequent daydream became reality.
I blushed when I thought back to Steve touching me all over, my body arching and leaning into him, shuddering, and wanting more. And then, this morning, me doing the same to him and seeing how he reacted; our naked bodies finally fulfilling the lust from our youth.
But what on earth was going to happen next? I had no idea. We lived across the world from each other and had our own lives. We had both agreed that this was no one-night stand, but would he still feel the same way after a few days or weeks? Overwhelmed with thoughts I let myself drift back into the events of the night before, thinking that if this was all it could be, it had been the hottest night of my life.
* * * * *
“Have you ever been to Paris?”
That was the title on her e-mail. Unlike 20 years before, after our brief but fantastic night together, our communications were neither occasional, nor brief, and had not petered out with time. E-mails, texts, Facetime, Whatsapp — we used them all. Once a day the first day, twice a day the second, by the time a week had gone by I woke every morning waiting for her day to end and went to bed at night waiting for her to awaken. We’d immediately started talking about when we could get together next, when one or the other of us would not just cross the Atlantic but end up in the right country or at least close enough that we could see each other. To date, we had not been able to come up with any time or place that we could meet again. But now, that changed. Although I knew I had a conference scheduled in the south of Europe about that time, a check of the calendar showed that I was supposed to be there the week after she would be.
Our electronic communications had started out just as they do with anyone new; discussing our lives, where we were, what had happened over the last twenty years — just getting to know each other better like we’d never been able to do before. They had also gotten more and more flirty; double entendres, sexual innuendos and the like. When she asked if I had any regrets, although I knew it was in regard to my previous 20 years of life, there was one answer that immediately came to mind, and it wasn’t from twenty years before. I wasn’t sure how she’d take it, but finally I admitted that I wished I’d taken time to get a picture of her when we were together. A short time later she sent me a photo of herself, and I laughingly replied that it was what was under her clothes that I really wanted to remember. It was the next day that the next e-mail arrived with the title “For your eyes only,” along with a picture of Tina in very revealing lingerie. It wasn’t a selfie, and she admitted it was several years old, taken by her husband. That was the first picture she ever shared, but over time she continued to take and share sexy selfies with me.
It was a month or two later that she informed me in one of our chats that her birthday was the next week. I had never bought a girlfriend anything naughty for a birthday before, although when I was married, I’d had bought some lingerie for my wife. But, once the thought was in my mind, I found myself shopping online. I found a naughty little teddy and had it ordered that day. Luckily, it was from a shop in the EU, so it arrived on time without any trouble. I swear I could feel her blush through the Whatsapp text when it arrived. She admitted nobody had ever given her lingerie for a present before, and when I asked if I was going to get to see it, she didn’t hesitate to model it and send me a selfie. I’d known it was a naughty little nothing when I’d ordered it, and when I asked if she liked being in it or whether she would like me taking her out of it more, she instantly replied that she was looking forward to modeling it in person and having me take her out of it.
I arrived by plane while Tina arrived by train from a conference in London, and then all I can say is Thank God for electronic communications. Meeting at Gare du Nord train station, when neither of us had any idea where anything was, turned out to be virtually impossible. With entrances and exits on multiple streets, it was the ubiquitous Starbucks that we finally latched onto that we could both identify to meet at. She spotted me first; when she texted me to turn around, I turned and finally saw her walking across the plaza toward me.
In typical Tina fashion she made somewhat demure clothes look fantastic and sexy. She later told me she had wanted to wear something sexy and enticing, but with having to wake up at 4 am and then “hang out” at the train station for an hour or two waiting for me, she had worn something more ‘public’ oriented. Stepping up to each other I bent and gave her a greeting kiss, slipping my arm behind her back to pull her against me. When I asked if we wanted to go straight to the hotel, she suggested we get something to eat first as it had been multiple hours since either of us had eaten. We stopped for a quick snack, but that just left us hungrier for each other. Turning to Tina as the door swung shut, the look in her eyes matched mine confirming there was no doubt that what we wanted was each other. The demure greeting kiss at the train station was lusty this time. Proper dress for this meal was naked, and it didn’t take us long to get that way. We were all over each other to begin with, but after a day of travel to get there, I realized I really needed a shower before we got too carried away.
I’m sure after my 14-hour plane ride with 4 hours more getting to and from the airport, I needed a shower more than Tina who had only been traveling since that morning. After a quick rinse, when I came out naked and reached for her with lust in my eyes (and at least a partial erection) she pushed me away and stepped in herself, but I did see her eyes noticing my state of arousal. A few minutes later Tina was back, showered, and wearing the black naughty little nothing that I had sent to her a few weeks before. I hadn’t seen her take it with her into the bath, but she was right — getting her out of it was lots more fun than just seeing her in it.
The sex was amazing, easily as hot as our first time. I was sitting on the bed, still naked, when she came out and seductively walked up to me. Standing in front of me her body was the perfect height to love on. Her breasts were at mouth level, her nearly naked bottom at hand level. I sucked her nipples through the cloth of her negligee before peeling it off and sucking on the bare nubs I found protruding through the cloth, my hands fondling the bare flesh of her bottom. Her responses were perfect, letting me know what I was doing was exactly right. Her body shivered as I nibbled on her nipples, a quiet gasp as I pushed against her panty covered clit with my finger, a moan of pleasure as I grasped her delectable ass and pulled her to me; her body telegraphing that she was hot and needy. I ran my hands all over her body; from her naked bottom to her momentarily cloth covered pussy, slipping my fingers inside to find her wet and rising a bit to press against her clit. Her body shuddered to my touch, I brought her to climax long before I was ready to stop. I slowly stripped her of her little black nothing until we were both naked and she pushed me backward onto the bed to straddle me. I held my cock upright for her as she once again climbed on and eased me inside.
We had both been pent up and wanting each other, and one orgasm wasn’t enough to take the edge off for her. Straddling me, just as she had our first time together, we came together with me inside her.
The hotel I had booked apparently catered to lovers, and without really knowing what it was, I had ordered their ‘love box’ with the room. Tina had mentioned in our myriad discussions that she loves a glass of Champagne, and when I had seen their love box included a small bottle of champagne, it was enough for me. Besides the expected Champagne, the little box also included a blindfold, a cloth tie, a small bottle of flavored body lube, a condom, along with the previously mentioned mini bottle of Champagne. As it was, our lust for each other was enough; we really did not need the box which was almost superfluous except for the Champagne, although eventually we played or tried everything except the condom. The body oil we used almost immediately, adding incredibly to the pleasures of our bodies; the sensation of slickness on nipples and clit and dick a superb addition that we used several times.
“Shall we think about dinner?” Tina whispered in my ear several hours later.
“Before or after I do you again?” I answered, rolling onto my side toward her, my hand fondling her breast once more.
“That was nice,” she answered, not really answering my question any more than I’d answered hers. I didn’t mean to ignore her, but closed my eyes for just a moment, which she recognized for what it was. “Feeling the jet lag?”
“Yeah. I really am,” I admitted, realizing it was early in the morning hours for me and I’d already been awake for about 30 hours. “I think we should go find dinner and then I can have you for dessert.”
“Now that,” she whispered, leaning over to kiss me, her hand sliding down my stomach and finding my cock, “Sounds decadent.” It was just a quick squeeze, a promise of something later, before she rolled over and off the bed.
I hadn’t yet even opened my bag, although Tina had apparently opened hers while I was in the shower, and now we took just a bit of time to set them up. I pulled out a clean shirt and shorts for myself while Tina was taking care of her things. Turning back, I found her still naked, hanging some clothes in the closet and as I watched she pulled out a summer dress and slipped it over her head. “Shall we go?” she asked with a smirk, knowing I had seen her put the dress on with nothing underneath.
“Is my lady going to be a tease the entire time we’re here?” I asked, stepping up to her and pulling her to me, my hand slipping onto and fondling her otherwise bare bottom through the dress.
“Uhmm, I think so,” she answered, turning toward the door, and pulling me along as she opened it and stepped out.
I gladly let her lead as we wandered the streets of the Montmartre looking for a restaurant that appealed to us. Following just behind, several times I was able to slip a hand onto her bottom. Starting from a discrete hand on her waist that anyone could see, when I was sure we were not observed I slipped my hand to her bottom, a loving caress that enticed us both. Her dress was a gorgeous green; her back completely bare except for a pair of straps that crossed over. The top was a collar that went around her neck; a full coverage front covered her breasts although I could have easily slipped a hand under her arm and inside the cloth to fondle her otherwise bare breast. Out in public, I didn’t, but the enticement to do so was certainly there.
* * * * *
I was looking at Steve lying naked next to me, sound asleep, exhausted by jet lag and our steamy Paris afternoon and evening together. It all seemed so unreal, but yet – so natural. It was as if we had been lovers all our lives even if, in reality, we had reconnected a mere months before, after at least 15 years with no contact.
After our hot initial encounter at the hotel, we had gone walking through the streets of Montmartre, taking in the Paris vibe; me in a revealing green sun dress that I had ordered online the previous summer, but had been too shy to wear anywhere until now. Partially transparent, with an open back and no bra, it required a special occasion, and today had been perfect. I felt so sexy in it, wearing nothing underneath, and Steve had appreciated it too; he could hardly keep his hands from roaming my back and bottom. Each time he did, I felt my body craving for more.
We found an intimate little restaurant and had a delicious dinner, with a glass or two of champagne, and then walked back to the hotel, his arm around me, stroking my bare skin and whatever else he could feel through the thin fabric.
I could see his jet lag catching up to him at dinner, but before he succumbed to it, he enjoyed getting me out of my dress. His hands on my breasts, he admitted that it had driven him crazy to see my nipples peeking through the flimsy fabric all evening. He first stroked and tweaked them through the fabric, then easily slipped his hands inside the dress from the sides, following the bare skin of the back all the way to the front. I was shaking with excitement, feeling my wetness, and wanting him to feel me everywhere. He could tell how desperately I wanted him and released the snap and strings that held the dress on me. It fell to the ground, leaving me fully naked. He pushed me to the bed and lifted my legs to his shoulders; running his hands on my breasts and belly, stroking my inner thighs and feeling my wetness and swollen lips with his fingers, before diving in with his tongue. I was so ready that I could hardly stand it and it took him just a few moments of exquisite tongue action to have me arching up, shaking, and moaning until I had a shattering, delicious orgasm.
Afterwards, I was ready to return the favour, but could tell it was going to have to wait until the morning. When he climbed up from between my legs, with a content but sleepy smile, he had laid down beside me and nearly instantly fallen asleep. I stayed awake, reflecting on how thoroughly I had enjoyed it all. Not just the exceptionally sensual and sexy aspects of it, but also the camaraderie. We had laughed and joked and reminisced about our friendship all those years ago, connecting at so many levels. Before I fell asleep, the thought of “what next” had started creeping in, but I had pushed it off for now, deciding to just enjoy the present and our time together in Paris.
* * * * *
I definitely was jet lagged; and despite that my sexy lover was beside me, the taste of her nectar on my lips, when I crawled up beside her and closed my eyes for “just a moment” I nearly instantly fell asleep. Once asleep, I slept like a log.
It was very early in the morning when I awoke and found Tina asleep beside me, her naked body snuggling against me. Just as I knew I’d been in the wrong time zone when I went to bed, now finding that it was barely getting light, I recognized that I was still in the wrong time zone, just much more rested. I gently slipped out of bed, trying to not wake her, and apparently succeeding as after I peed and brushed my teeth I slid back into bed and just admired the sleeping beauty beside me. My sleeping beauty.
I lay on my side facing my sexy lover and pulled the sheet partly over me. Putting my arm behind her head and pillow, to be able to lie close without disturbing her, I just looked at her peacefully sleeping face. I easily could have been ready to caress her awake, but knowing it really was quite early and she was not that far away from her time zone, there was no need to rush. Rolling off my side and onto my back without disturbing her, I closed my eyes. Perhaps I dozed, but whether I went back to sleep or not, when I opened them again Tina was now awake. I know she said in our chats that she wasn’t really a ‘morning person,’ particularly when it came to sexual activities, but perhaps I stumbled upon the solution to that: Let her wake at her own speed, and when she’s sleeping next to a lover, she may decide that she wants to play.
When I opened my eyes again it was to movement on my arm where I found her fingers gently stroking. Lying on her side she was looking at me. “You fell asleep on me.”
“Yeah, guess I was a bit tired.” Her fingers moved from my arm to my chest.
“I like your chest.”
“Uhmm. I think I like yours too,” I said, reaching for her, but found myself stymied when she unexpectedly rolled over to lie on top of me, blocking my arms and hands.
“Good morning lover!” she said.
“Good morning my sexy lady,” I responded as she leaned in and gave me a kiss, followed with a kiss on my neck. She kissed my chin and then continued working her way down my body. I tried to touch her, to caress and fondle her, but she fended me off, gradually moving out of reach until her body completely straddled my legs.
Stopping with her face above my cock, she looked up at me and smiled. “I was going to do this last night, but you fell asleep.” Holding my not quite flaccid, not quite erect, cock upright she dipped her mouth to me and gently took me into her mouth. Her lips, moments before moistened by her tongue slipped over just the head. Her eyes locked onto mine, her tongue inside her mouth tantalizing my cock in expert fashion. Pulling off she ran her tongue and lips up and down the shaft, concentrating on the soft spot before once again taking me in her mouth, bobbing and sucking.
Rising onto her hands and knees, my cock in her mouth became the only part of our two bodies that were touching. Her hands pulled away, just the suction of her mouth on my shaft keeping us coupled. As she leaned forward her hair fell forward, away from her head, and blocked my view of her face so that all I could see, looking down between our bodies, was my cock pointing upward. Feeling her lips and tongue tantalizing me in her mouth, her dangling breasts framed her ministrations to me. “Oh my God, Tina… You’ve got no idea how sexy that is…” I whispered followed by a groan of pleasure.
I tried to reach for her again, but she pulled further away, easing back in place when I quit reaching and continuing sucking my cock. “Oh fuck! I want to touch you,” I said, but still she denied me. I heard my own breathing shaking, just as hers had done the night before, my cock getting harder and swelling to her sucking. I’m sure she could tell as I got close, but when I grunted and said, “Oh… Oh!… I’m almost…” she didn’t pull away. My cock throbbed and she took me completely in her mouth, not pulling away, not pulling off, until my orgasm had finished. Only then did she rise off me to go to the bathroom to rinse her mouth.
“How was that?” she needlessly asked as she crawled back up next to me.
“Oh Tina! That was incredible.” Not surprisingly, this time she did not fend me off as I reached for her and allowed me to love on her.
~
The rooftop breakfast buffet filled our bellies while the extravagant view filled our eyes and minds with ideas. Returning to the room we took enough time to find out the possibilities of a cruise on the river and found that the dock was right beside the Eiffel Tower, both just minutes away. With the afternoon planned, I stepped up behind Tina and soon enough had my beautiful lover naked in my arms again. My clothes followed suit, but it was my erection pressing into her bottom and my hands filling themselves with her breasts that had her shuddering in pleasure. She inhaled when I touched her just right, followed by little shudders as my fingers played with her nipples. Her hand reached behind to grip my cock, but when she tried to turn and take it further, I stopped her. Reaching over to the love box I retrieved the blindfold, eliciting a question of “what are you doing?” when I slipped it over her eyes.
“Playing with my lover,” I responded, moving myself to her other side so the bed was behind her. Pressing her backwards gently, she reached down and found the bed with her hand, steadying herself and sat. I stepped forward until I straddled her legs, putting my cock directly in front of her face. I reached down and guided it to her face, stroking her cheeks and nose with my erection before I pressed it to her lips. Without hesitation she took me into her mouth once again. She had no need to touch me with her hands, holding me just with her lips, her tongue caressing around and around my glans. Bobbing in and out, this time she was sucking to make me cum, not just to pleasure me. I could have let her, but I had other plans.
Pulling away, when I was almost completely gone, elicited a groan of complaint for the first time. “I want him.”
“Not yet,” I said, reaching over and picking up the bottle of flavored lube that I had palmed when I picked up the blindfold. Pushing her gently until she was on her back, I moved up to straddle her stomach, and began dribbling the lotion onto her chest. Aiming for her breasts, the first drop, probably a bit chillier than our bodies, landed directly on her nipple eliciting a gasp and a giggle from her. Dribbling the lotion across her chest I’m sure she figured out what it was, and when I finished and my hands began to rub the lotion across her chest and breasts, she certainly had to know.
“Ohhh!” she cooed, her nipples hardening to my slippery hands, “that’s really nice!” Leaning up and pressing down, I guided my cock to slither across her body, wiping it back and forth across one nipple and then the other before sliding myself into the valley between her breasts. No sooner had I positioned myself than her hands came up to press her breasts together.
“Yeah, it is,” I confirmed as I slowly fucked her tits. Sliding up a bit more, her chin dropped as her mouth rooted for the head of my cock. Rising just a bit more I slipped it between her lips. “Oh my god, Baby… That’s so nice.”
I pulled back and slipped forward once more before I slid back down her body. Taking her hand, I pulled her upright and led her across the short space from the bed to the table. I turned her and eased her backwards until her bottom found the edge. Laying her backward, her bottom and hips right on the edge, she reclined to my urging until she was again flat on her back. Leaning in, I kissed her legs and thighs, gradually moving upward as I moved her legs over my shoulders. Pulling the small chair closer, I sat and leaned in, my tongue feasting on my lover’s nectar.
I sucked the looser skin of her labia, slithering my tongue between her lips from her vagina to her clit. Twisting my head to get a better angle, I pressed my tongue into the warmth of her pussy, slowly moving upward between her lips and sought out her clit. She gasped as my tongue found her love button, her legs gradually closing against my head as I pleasured her with my tongue. Her back arched off the table, pressing herself upward to my ministrations until with a much stronger jolt, seemingly uncontrollable shudders coursed through her body. “Oh!… My God!” she moaned, her body shuddering continually, her head rocking back and forth, until finally I relented and pulled my mouth away. Standing, I stepped forward and with a little guidance from my hand pointed my phallus to the center of her being.
Her legs, which had been spread wide for me while I was tonguing her, now wrapped behind my butt. The combination of my saliva, the flavored lube and her juices had me totally buried within her in just two strokes. I tried to take it slowly but failed. It was not long and suddenly I was cumming deep in my lover’s pussy. She didn’t cum again, having not really cum down from the pleasure of my tongue moments before, but in short order we were both panting and groaning from orgasm.
The afternoon we spent like so many tourists and lovers do – walking around Paris, seeing the sights, stopping over for cappuccinos, stealing a kiss in all the romantic spots, even taking a few selfies. We had a glass of wine in the shadow of the Eifel Tower and managed to get onto a boat cruise on the Seine to see the Notre Dame Cathedral. Marveling that we were really there, enjoying this amazing weekend together.
Tina looked cute and sexy in her shorts and a flirty summer top, with her hair mussed up by the wind and her smile lighting up her face. We were not the young lovers we would have been 20 years before, but it felt like we were 25 once again.
~
For the second morning in a row, Tina rolled over on top of me and pleasured me with her mouth. Moving her body just out of reach, the visual and tactile stimulation was exquisite, with her body silhouetted above mine. Except for my cock in her mouth, she wasn’t touching me anywhere until with a grunt I throbbed in her mouth. Giggling, she crawled up next to me. “Like that do ya?”
“Oh my God, Tina. Oh my God, you’ve got no idea.”
She’d made me feel exquisite, driving me to oblivion, and now I returned the favor just as I had the night before.
We thought we had an appointment with the hotel masseuse for a couple’s massage and sauna, but when the masseuse had to cancel on us, we ended up just using the private sauna before we went to dinner. Totally nude, except that I got to ogle my naked lover, it was a non-sexual experience. She showed me how to douse the hot rocks with water to make steam, to stay until we were dripping with sweat, and then to douse ourselves with what normally I would consider frigidly cold water. Indoors, the water came from the tap, whereas she told me that “back home” they normally would jump into a nearby stream or lake, during the winter having to chop a hole in the ice to do so.
Returning to the room from the sauna, I pulled Tina to me, stripped her, and then rolled myself onto my back on the bed. Pulling Tina on top, I forced her forward to sit on my mouth. With her hands holding herself upright against the bedroom wall, I drove her mad once again with my tongue. Cuddling afterward led to a short nap before we regretfully dressed once again to explore the streets of the Montmartre.
We wandered the meandering narrow streets of the Montmartre, eventually finding steep steps to the top. Following closely behind her, my eyes on her bottom, soon led to my hand following my eyes. She jumped when I reached up and fondled one cheek causing her to stop and turn back to me. Stepping up to the step just below her, she put her arms around my neck, while both of my hands found her butt. “Don’t be naughty,” she whispered in my ear, her eyes glancing around to see if anyone was watching, finding nobody around or paying attention to the lovers on the steps.
“Don’t be sexy,” I whispered in response and pulled her closer with a firm squeeze of her bottom.
“I can’t help it,” she giggled.
“Neither can I,” I laughed, “you just get me all hot and bothered.” Her kiss shut me up, until she pulled away and fast stepped ahead of me up the stairs.
The street at the top was busier than we’d seen elsewhere, and wandering aimlessly, just following tourists, we soon spotted the Sacré-Cœur Basilica. An attempt at a selfie led to another tourist offering to assist. At the top of the Montmartre, all streets led downhill from here. Finally, into the cool of the evening, we found an elegant seafood restaurant that enticed us, and we stopped. A table for two on the street and a romantic dinner for two.
Afterward, refreshed and rejuvenated, whether we intended to or not we found ourselves rapidly back at our hotel. Although my hands roamed her body and legs and breasts, there was no way I let her love on me, it was all me loving on her.
* * * * *
One more fun-filled and sensuous day and night of enjoying the city and each other, and suddenly we found ourselves approaching the time to part ways. As we were getting closer to the end, our minds started drifting towards what happens next. We didn’t really talk about it much, but from a few comments here and there, it was obviously in each of our minds.
Once again on the rooftop restaurant having breakfast, after a sexy morning of mutual pleasuring and not wanting to leave each other’s naked bodies, we had to face it. In an hour, I would be on my way to the airport on my first leg home and Steve would be on to Madrid for his conference.
“This has been amazing … but what now?” I finally blurted, feeling unsure. “Will there be a next time?”
Steve looked at me, smiled and grabbed my hand. “I’ve loved spending time with you. I don’t know what the future holds… but I think we owe it to ourselves to find out, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I do … but how?” I said, slightly exasperated. “I live in Oslo with my kids, you in the States… how often can we match our conference or travel schedules? And is that what we want — just a chance meeting a few times per year? Don’t get me wrong – I’d go for another chance meeting like this with you any time,” I added, blushing, knowing that what I was really saying was that I’d loved having sex with Steve.
“Hmmm, I’ve been thinking about that too. I don’t really have much that ties me down anywhere, and I have been kind of playing around with the idea of taking a sabbatical from work to take a few additional college classes and do a bit of research. Last night, when you were asleep, it occurred to me, “What if I took those classes in Oslo? What if I moved there for a few months? We’d be closer and would have a chance to work this out, to see if a few steamy meetings were enough — or, if there’s actually something more between us…” He reached out with his hand across the table and I put mine into his. “No pressure, Tina – but what do you think? Do you think it might be worth looking into?”
“I don’t know,” I said, suddenly wanting to tease. “Do you have a University in mind?”
“No, I haven’t looked into it at all. It was just a thought…”
“Where would you stay? On campus, or…” I understood what he was proposing, and knew what I thought we both would like, but didn’t want to seem too eager.
“I… Uh, I’d probably need you to help me find a place…” Steve stammered in reply, a bit flustered, my answer obviously not quite as upbeat nor the invitation he had anticipated.
“Oh, well, I suppose,” I said, standing to leave and reaching out for his hand, “in that case, we might be able to find you… a bed… somewhere…”