Lost loves Surprise

“Hell yes! My girl friend from college had a boyfriend that smoked cigars and yelled at the games on TV just like my Dad would. He would ignore her flirtations even get cross at her until the game was over then maybe they would go to bed and have sex, they didn’t do it for very long either, and then they both started snoring. So when she finely dumped him she gets this girlfriend that ‘get ready for this’ smoked cigars, yelled at sports on TV, and snored. To a tee this girl matched right down to the way she imitated Groucho somebody with her cigars, and even rebuked her advances until after the game, and yes they both snored.” She related her story warmly but with tones of sarcasm.

“That is incredible.” I exclaimed.

“So you never had a bi experience?” Michele asked only very alluringly as if she thought I was hiding something.

“Oh just the curious touchiness and fondlings, and compairings that go on with kids.” I clarified.

“So if you liked a man would go down on him?” she pressed.
“I suppose that would depend entirely on how we felt as a couple. I have never had any persistent fantasies involving males.” I answered as sincerely as I could and asked, “Would that change anything between us?”

“No. If we were going together Gary I would be hurt if you left me for another man.” She sighed and continued, “You sounded like you missed… Kayla was it?”

“Yes…Yes I miss her sometimes.” I said sadly.

“What do you miss most about her Gary?” Michele pressed on.
“Honestly?” I stressed.

“Yes! Now I am intrigued I want a honest answer.” She said smiling broadly.

“She could give head. She gave meaning to the term art form to the act of oral sex. Like you; I bet you do really good at oral sex, and you do it because you want to, not because you think you should. Well Kayla liked to get me to…” I paused as I searched for the right word.

“Cum!” Michelle interjected.

“Yes…!” I exploded then calmed as Michelle put her hand on mine and continued, “So I would try to get her to cum on my face and at least pleasure her that way and not because I felt I had to either; I wanted to. If she were a man I would have gone down on her because I liked her and would have let her cum in my mouth just like she did for me.”

“My! You still feel strongly about her. Why don’t you try to get back with her?” Michelle asked.

“We kept in touch for a while. The last two letters I received from her were to let me know she was in love with another woman and the second one was to let me know they were still going strong, and that was almost two years ago. I hope her girlfriend really pops her cork. I am happy for her, really…” I replied with conviction and warmth then pried, “And you; what about your last girl friend, what do you miss about her?”

“I would say the one thing or the part of our relationship I miss is her eager receptiveness to my pleasuring. She could get wet and was always trying to pleasure me.” She replied smiling as she mused on a fond memory or two.

“And why haven’t you reconciled with her?” I challenged.

“She was and is an exhibitionist.” Michelle started, “She was really into exhibitionism; and me, I think what a couple share should be kept to them selves, unless the two of them want to like Lanai and her new friend. They did finely get into some legal snafu over public lewdness. I’m sorry she got busted, and I’m happy she found someone else to be with.”

“I did like feeling her up in the movies though, she could ‘cum’ at the movies and the way she kept it so quiet you couldn’t tell unless you had your finger inside her. I admit I did find that very arousing, and we both left the seats wet.” She told the story so sweetly, and when it was over she just sat there looking at me for a while. We were there for three hours eating, drinking, and laughing totally oblivious to the crowd as we told our stories.

We sat there for several minutes just quietly enjoying our silence after hours of yakking away and laughing. My gaze strayed to her mouth and as I was looking at her lips I felt my penis turn hard. I pulled my eyes back to look at her face and her forehead was reddening and a blush was on her cheeks, and I could see veins in her temples. I thought to myself our thoughts are the same? My penis relaxed a little and I felt some juice trickling down my thigh as I sat.

“I have an idea!” Michelle exclaimed, “Lets go to your place…” she paused a broad grin beamed as she looked around took my hand gently then whispered, “lets go to your place I want to suck your cock, and get your cum in my mouth.” Then she giggled impishly and held my hand.

I was stunned my heart was pounding in my throat as she sat back, her fingers still holding my fingers. I could see her large nipples bristling under her blouse. I thought my god they are huge, and how my mouth turned pasty as I thirsted to suckle them. Then as I struggled to speak only the embarrassing stammers and stutters came out at first and then finely the words came, “I would like you to come over very much.” I said softly then waved for the check with my free hand.

As I reached for the trey Michelle put her hand on mine saying, “Let me treat.” Then asked, “you won’t be offended will you? I want to treat you to this dinner, as celebration of a renewed friendship and the beginning of a new relationship. What do you say?”

“I say fine. How could I refuse such a nice offer?” I agreed smiling; my hand still tingled from her warm touch. I marveled at how much bigger her hand was compared to mine her big boned body gave her a powerful look, and she was lean. Most of the women I have known that had a bone structure as Michelle’s were plump even fat, and some were very attractive, but the meat on Michelle was toned muscle, tempered with a soft plumpness, giving her body a very powerful look that I found to be enthralling. 

“The cab is mine too. I think we have both taken too many turns at pouring the wine.” Michelle suggested.

I sat there and realized I was a little woozy from the wine. I felt myself becoming eager as I watched as she paid the tab and asked the waiter to order our cab. We sat there making faces at each other and giggling like kids telling dirty stories. Then the waiter walked to our table and told me that our cab was here, and helped Michelle with her coat and ushered us to the door.

She at least let me open and close the doors for her. As I settled into the cab’s seat I tried to remember if there were any side glances from our waiter and I don’t think there were any, he was much too professional.

Then the words of the cabbie filtered in, “Where to.” I was at a loss for words and looked at Michelle.

“Your place we said.” Michelle reminded as she snuggled to my chin. 

I remember stuttering at first then firmly gave him the address again, and put my nose into her hair and drank in her scent thinking how sweet she smells with no perfumes to hide it, and so warm to the touch. I felt her warmth radiating from her hand as Michelle gently slid it up and down my thigh getting close but not touching my penis.

We did the twenty minute cab ride quietly her nose under my chin and mine in her hair. Her hand softly squeezed my inner thigh teasingly; my penis swelled again only this time I ached in my groin. It felt like the first time I was making out at the drive-in; we all knew that it wasn’t going to go anywhere but we kept doing it any way. I have always wondered if the girls ached like we did. All these years and I never thought to ask any of my older girlfriends.

As we neared the end of our cab ride I asked, “You ever make out in the backseat at the drive-in?”

“Yes. Why?” Michelle answered with a surprised look on her face.

“Did you ever ache inside afterward?”

“I’m not the one to ask. I always stopped the fumblings before they went too far. Going to the drive-in with boys was never more than an excuse to get out of the house to me. I do have a friend we can call if you really want an answer. What made you think of that now?” She teasingly replied and taunted me asking, “You want me to call my friend tonight?”

“No. It is a little late for calling anyone. Its just that I want you so much that I ache.” I cajoled as the cab stopped.

“We’re here,” the cabbie said as he slid the divider open just enough to get the card from Michelle.

She looked at me as she handed him the card and whispered, “I will take good care of your… ache.”

It seemed as though I had no weight as we walked up the two flights of stairs, yet at the top I still felt dizzy and winded as I fumbled for my keys.

“Are you alright?” Michelle asked with just a hint of nervousness in her voice.

“I’m okay. I can’t seem to find my keys!” I said noticeably nervous as I fumbled in every pocket three or four times each, then with frustration ringing in my voice, “I can’t find my keys! They are gone!”

Then with a single dip into my right hand coat pocket Michelle came up with my keys and offered, “You want me to open the door for you?” She asked warmly, but still a taste of teasing in her voice.

“It’s the key with dirty red tape on it.” I said as I surrendered and stepped aside.

As she stepped passed me she stopped and with both hands cupped my face and kissed me, as my mouth gaped her tongue slithered in filling my mouth, the size of Michelle’s tongue was astonishing as it reached to the back of my throat. My breath puffed passed the seal of our lips as I gasped. As she pulled her tongue out she sucked in my lower lip and bit it firmly. With one hand to my face she turned and found the lock. It took both hands to jimmy the door, and so skillfully too, like she had a sticky door her self. As we walked in I was still dizzy and excited, nervous and aroused. My penis and testicles felt swollen, warm, and tingled with electricity. 

I followed close behind her as she walked in, “What no lights left on?” she noted.

“I usually do I was in such a rush that I forgot.” I excused myself, “Here let me walk around. Now it is just a bedroom, bathroom, living room, and kitchen nothing fancy.” I described then turned the lights on.

“Well at least you don’t clutter, and you do some cleaning.” She noted adding, “The dishes are done too. Did you do a whirlwind cleanup Gary?”

“No I try not to clutter, and if the dishes go too long they start to smell.” I explained.

“Where is the bathroom? I need to go pee.” She exclaimed.

“The open door to the right.” I directed.

“Oohh…! You left the seat down.” She sang as she entered and asked, “Gary. Do you pee sitting?”

“No I took a dump last time there, but I clean the bathroom regularly.” I said and noted, “I always thought a woman would rather find the seat up in a mans house.”

“We like to think that they care enough to lift it first then put it back down when they’ve finished, but I am not as adamant about the seat as some of my feminine associates are.” She said as she smiled then closed the door behind her.

The shrill tweeting of a few birds woke me briefly and through my half opened eyes I could see the morning rays streaking the cloudy sky. Lighting their rough edges and giving a reddish hue to their awesome darkness. It is going to rain today I thought as I slid my hand to her elbow, and drifted to sleep again feeling her stir, moving her hot body closer again; matching her thighs to mine, the arc of her body matched mine. As my eyes started to close I felt so warm and safe wrapped in her embrace it felt like we were one body.

“You have some nice towels.” She commented as she entered the living room, “You need to go?”

“Yes the wine and your arousing kiss caused the pressure to build.”

I remember standing there for what seemed a lifetime before the toilet made a quiet involuntary flush and then I started to pee. I guess the sound of the water triggered my flow. As I walked through the door I saw Michele sitting on the footstool patting the chair and smiling at me.