The Past Becomes Present

Friday morning, around 11 am. Getting a little hungry. Working on some billings, and being bored. Someone comes in the door of the office. I, being the nosy person I am turn to see you standing there. Out of the blue! With no word that you would be here beforehand.

The shock of seeing you standing there is almost too much. We haven’t seen each other in 20 years, but I would recognize you anywhere. You still look damn good, and I feel myself getting wet just looking at you.

As your eyes fall on me, I can’t help myself. I jump up, squeal and pretty much leap the 3 feet from my desk to where you’re standing. I grab you in a bear hug (which of course you return). I hold you for what seems like minutes, but was probably only a few seconds. I pull back and capture your lips in a kiss. It’s not savage or even sexual, just the pure pleasure of seeing an old friend standing in front of me. It doesn’t last very long as I’m quite conscience of the people I work with looking on. After all, I am a married woman, now.

I turn around and introduce you as an old friend from high school. When I say your name, Tim (my co-conspirator at work) gets a quick look of understanding on his face then shakes your hand, greeting you. My boss, Ned shakes your hand, and you ask if I’m free for lunch. I look to Ned with pleading in my eyes. He’s tells me that since things are so slow, to go ahead and take the rest of the day off. He’s great like that. Tim shoots me a look as we depart, and I give him one back that’s says “shut the hell up”.

When we get outside, I ask how you got there. You said your rental was up front, and I tell you to follow me. I take you to this nice little spanish restaurant we like to frequent that’s busy, loud, but surprisingly intimate. Amazing how you can blend in to a crowd. The tables are small, affording us the luxury of being even closer.

I can’t help but wonder what would bring you all the way across the country. I ask what you’re doing there, and you tell me you’re there to look at a job for your company. They have gone nationwide, and wanted YOU to look at this one. (What luck!) I can’t take my eyes off you,and can’t seem to wipe this smile off my face. Damn you look good.

I lean in and kiss you again. This one with a little more passion, taking my time to nibble and lick every bit of those soft, sweet lips. I don’t kiss you deeply. We are in a restaurant, after all. We finish our lunch, and you ask if I want to come back to your room to talk some more. You’re done for the day, and you already know I am. After just a couple of seconds of thinking about it, I agree.

Your hotel’s not too far away, and we are there in no time. When we get in, I’m shocked at the size of the suite you’re in. Then realize I shouldn’t be so shocked. You are doing quite well for yourself, after all. You ask if I’d like a drink.

“No, I’m not here for a drink, unless it’s to drink in the sight of you.” Which I do. I’m not sure what to do next. There’s so many things I want to say to you, but I don’t want to waste time talking, either. I only have you for the afternoon, and I am starting to get nervous. I shouldn’t be there at all still feeling the way I do about you. I’m married. Happily! But you’re still so damn hot, and you’re here.

You’re not sure what to do next, either. You want me, but you don’t want to go too fast and have me run out of there. You’ve been planning this for a while, and don’t want to mess it up.

So you decide to sweet talk me a little. “You look great. You’ve kept the same cute little figure I remembered.” Touching me on the waist as you talk, drawing your hand up my side. The look on your face tells me you’re far away, remembering…You cup my breast with one hand, and grab my waist with the other. “Man, have I missed you” you sigh into to my mouth as we kiss.

I feel like I’m floating. All the blood has rushed out of my head, and I feel a little dizzy. Your touch on my breast is driving me wild! Gently squeezing, massaging…pinching and rolling my nipple every now and then…and the kiss goes on. Your other hand is exploring my hip, my ass…touching, moving, massaging…ooooo you’re driving me out of my mind.

The combination of the soft, sensuous kiss and the roaming hands are making me so hot. I grab the back of your head to deepen the kiss. My other arm snakes around you to pull your hips into me…ooooh yes…the feeling of your hardness between us. This is what I have been waiting for. This is what I remember from long ago.

As I moan into your mouth, you step back. I waiver a little as this confuses me.

“Is anything wrong? Why did you stop?” I ask, trying to clear my head, and steady my breathing.

You just smile at me. “No, nothing’s wrong. I’ve just been thinking about this for a while now, and I want to take it slowly. We have a couple of hours, don’t we?”

All I can do is dumbly nod my head. We spend the next couple of hours reacquainting ourselves with each other. Touching, tasting, loving. You feel so good. I don’t want it to end, but we both know it has to.
I hope that you will get this job and that you will be back soon. Until then, I’ll dream of you