Loading...Most of my stories seem to be about love, romance, and hot sex. I guess that’s because, there’s just not much call for stories about hate, violence, and loathing. You’d think, I would get bored with it all after a while, but the fertile soil of my dirty old mans brain, keeps coming up with new ideas. Here’s the latest one, let’s see where it goes.
I’ll let you in on a little secret; even I don’t know where my stories are going to go when I start them. I have a very basic idea and they take wing from there. This title is a perfect example. I wrote it down and started this introduction, by now I have the two main characters, the starting sentence, and the setting.
Where does it come from? I wished I knew but I don’t have a clue. Where it going? Only time and the characters will tell.
*****
I got off the plane in New Orleans around four in the morning. I had to be downtown by seven. One of my clients in Houston has a branch office here and the computer network has been giving them fits. No one around here seems to be able to figure it out, so here I am.
I’m not saying that there are not good network people here, or that I’m a miracle worker, I’m just more familiar with the total system. At one time or another, I have trouble shot it over a three state area. It’s old and pieced together but it works, most of the time.
I caught a cab downtown and arrived quite a bit early, so I had the driver let me off at a local café. One thing about New Orleans, cafes, and bars are not in short supply. This one was on the corner across the street from a charter bus line; casino tours seemed to be their stock in trade.
I ordered coffee. Yankee coffee, I specified and a slice of apple pie. If you don’t tell them Yankee coffee, you’ll end up with enough chicory to kill an elephant. I don’t remember exactly what chicory is but I do know that it makes strong coffee and makes me as jittery as a nun in a whorehouse.
Not that I have ever seen a nun in a whorehouse or actually been to one of those places. Yeah, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
I had finished the pie and about half the coffee. The coffee tasted strong and bitter, I had an idea that they had taken their normal cup of coffee and cut it with twice as much water.
The waitress came by and asked if I wanted another cup. I checked my watch and told her ok. I still had a lot of time to wait for the building two blocks away to open.
She brought the cup of coffee and another glass of water. I added a little of the fresh coffee to my old and cut it with some more water. I was adding a couple of teaspoons of sugar to it, when someone entered the cafe by the side door. I glanced that way to see a person wearing a bus driver’s uniform and returned my gaze to my coffee cup.
As the person walked past my booth, a whiff of a women’s perfume drew my eyes up to follow the provocative sway of a well rounded ass across the room to the hallway leading to the restrooms. The red hair and swaying ass reminded me of my first ex wife. I grinned at the thought of her and shook my head.
I hadn’t seen her in over thirty years and anyway she was in California. We had not parted company under very friendly circumstances but a long time later, we became at least friendly towards each other. The next two husbands she had after me were total assholes in comparison.
At least I had a job and didn’t beat the shit out of her when she got angry and started her yelling. I just worked my ass off and occasionally went out for a beer and forgot what time it was. Oh well, that was all water under the bridge, as the saying goes.
My mind was wandering over some of the more fun times from early in our relationship, when the woman reappeared around the corner. I glanced that way and then did a quick double take. If that wasn’t my ex, then she had a twin sister.
My mind and eyes did a quick inventory, five foot nine inches tall, red hair, heart shaped face, boobs out to there, narrow waist, nice hips, and long legs. They were all there and even nicer than when I had last seen her. She had told me that she had lost some weight but I just chalked that up to general bullshit.
Just before she got even with the table, I said questioningly, “Sandra? Sandra White?”
The woman faltered and stopped, looking down at me, a questioning look on her face. She cocked her head slightly to the side as she studied my face. The puzzled look on her face turned to a frown, and then she asked, “Do I know you?”
I recognized that voice immediately and grinned. “You should, you’ve slept with me enough, about six years, more or less,” I said and then laughed.
Her eyes got wide at the sound of my voice and then a big grin was on her face. “Randy? My God, I didn’t recognize you. You’re so much bigger than I remember, and that beard and long hair. Is that really you?”
I stood up, still grinning, and said, “Well, I was when I woke up yesterday morning. After the last twenty hours though, I’m beginning to wonder.” Then I asked my burning question, “What the hell are you doing in Louisiana? You’re supposed to be in California.”
She laughed and flapped the bus driver’s jacket at me. “I drive a tour bus remember. I’m here with a busload of tourists that are visiting the French Quarter. What are you doing here? You lived somewhere over in Texas, last I heard.”
I explained that I was here to fix a computer system and then I invited her to sit down and have some coffee with me. She grinned and sat down in the booth across from me. I waved at the waitress and she headed our way.
“Unless my memory is totally out of whack, you had better have the hot tea; the coffee here is stronger than homemade sin.”
She smiled and replied, “There’s nothing wrong with your memory, I still don’t like strong coffee, and especially what they call coffee around here. Tea will be fine.”
I placed her order with the waitress and then we both asked at the same time, “How long are you going to be in town?”
We both laughed and then Sandy said, “Jinks, you owe me a coke.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “Damn, I haven’t heard that in twenty five years or more.”
“I guess I’m showing my age aren’t I,” she said and grinned.
I looked at her for a few seconds, as the memory of the twenty-year-old girl I had married all that time ago, floated behind my eyes. Other than a few lines around her mouth and at the corners of her eyes, she hadn’t changed much. I blinked and said, “Actually, you’re looking damn good, much better than me, that’s for sure.”
“Lair,” she said with a smile.
“Actually no, I’m still carrying the picture of you as a twenty year old girl in my mind, and here you are a full grown woman. Believe it or not, it’s an improvement,” I said with all seriousness.
She grinned and asked, “Which picture are you referring to?”
I wondered for a second if the question was serious, and then I shrugged and answered truthfully. “It’s not just one picture but more of a composite of a bunch of the happier times we had. Some part of you was added by each one.” I paused to grin and looked at her chest before I added, “Some parts to that picture don’t look like they’ve changed a bit.”
She laughed and pulled the jacket closed. “I see you’re still a dirty old man working on the age.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “Not anymore, now I’m just a dirty old man, I’ve got all the age I need and then some.”
She smiled and ran her eyes over the parts of my body above the table for a moment. “You sure have filled out. I remember a skinny guy with a sunken chest; you sure don’t fit that image now. I think you’re even taller than I remember.”
“No, not really, I just learned how to stand up straight. I’ve put on quite a bit of weight, I weight about half again as much as I did the last time you saw me. It was all muscle a few years ago, but my working on or at a computer all the time, has let a little of it puddle up around my waist,” I said and then grinned.
“I didn’t see anything to complain about.” She shot back at me. “The beard and long hair are what really threw me. You wore a mustache for a little while after you got back from Nam but the full beard and all that gray….” She let the sentence trail off as she looked at me. “I like it; it makes you look more distinguished and handsome.”
“Old and senile is more like it,” I said half to myself and chuckled.
Something buzzed in her pocket and she reached for it saying, “That’s my summoning page, I have to go get my bus ready. Are you going to be around later?”
“Sure,” I said hastily. “I’ve got to repair that antique network but if I’m lucky it will be something minor. If not then I could be there quite a while. Is there someplace I can call you later?”
She took a small notebook out of her pocket and wrote a number down. “This is the hotel I’m staying at and I should be back there around five or so.” She wrote down another number and said, “This is my mobile number on the bus. If you get through early, call me there.”
She stood up as I did and gave me a hug, which I returned, and a light peck on the lips. “Call me,” she said and walked toward the door. She paused there, looked back at me, and grinned. “I’ll be damned, if there isn’t some muscle under there.” Then she was out the door and headed across the street.
I stood there for a moment just staring at the door. All kinds of thoughts were whirling around in my head. I shook my head and grinned, and then sat down. What were the odds of my ex and me ending up in the same café at five in the morning, in a town neither of us lived in? They were too high for me to even think about, even if I had any idea how big the number was.
Thinking of the hug she gave me, and how she felt in my arms, brought back a flood of memories, all of which were good ones. There had never been anything wrong with our physical relationship, in fact that had probably been the least of our problems. Sex was more or less, anywhere, anytime, and anyway. As young and broke as we were back then, sex was a large part of our recreation and always fun.
My mind set off down memory lane, wading through the tons of great times we had had sexually. Some of the things we had done and some of the places we had done them, brought a smile to my face. I was so lost in the past that the waitress had to touch my arm to get my attention, so she could ask if I needed any more coffee.
I looked at my watch and got a surprise. It was a quarter to seven, where had the time gone, I wondered. I told her, “No thanks.”
I paid my bill and hurried out the door.
*****
It was a little after four by the time I found the main problem with the computer system. It seems that someone had reset one of the older slave servers over to a master and it was in direct conflict with one of the three newer master servers. The way the new system was intermixed with the old system, nothing had been shut down. It was all just slowed down, as multiple conflicts tried to take precedence over each other.
I reset the old server back the way it should have been and ran a couple of tests. Everything seemed to be back to normal, or as normal as the system always worked.
I hunted up the company’s local computer guru and told her that I was going to find me a hotel room and that I would call in the morning to check to see if everything was still ok. She told me to try the Madison Hotel, two blocks south, the company kept an executives suite there. If it wasn’t being used, then I could probably use it for the night and it wouldn’t cost me anything. I thanked her and headed out the door.
In the outer office, I checked with the receptionist and asked about the hotel room. She told me that it was empty and that she would call and let the hotel know I was coming. I thanked her and asked if there was a phone I could use for a local call. She pointed to the desk across from hers and told me to use that one.
I tried Sandy’s hotel room and got no answer but I did find out that she was staying at the Madison Hotel. All I got on her cell phone was her voice mail, so I left a message and headed for the hotel.
*****
The company suite was nice, a living room with a stocked wet bar, a large bedroom, and a full bath; the bathroom even had a hot tub. I tossed my overnight bag on the bed and tried Sandy’s room again. There was no answer, so I tried her cell phone and got the voice mail again. I left the hotel number and my room number there and then called the desk and left her a message with them.
That was all I could do about that right now, so I checked to see if the hot tub was turned on. It was, so I stripped and raided the bar for a cold beer before I climbed into it. I relaxed and let the hot bubbly water work on my tired body.
As I lay there sipping my beer, my mind wandered over the subject of Sandy. Since I hadn’t heard back from her, I figured that either she had just been yanking my chain about seeing me later or that she was tied up somewhere.
I had finished my beer and was wondering how I could get another without getting out of the tub, when the phone rang. I started to get out of the tub, when I noticed a phone handset on the wall within reach of the tub.
Picking it up, I said, “Hello.”
“Why didn’t you say you were staying at this hotel?” Sandy’s voice asked me.
I chuckled and replied, “I started to ask you this morning if you had a roommate or maybe wanted one? I didn’t know where I was staying until I got ready to leave the company where I was working. Then I was told about this place, it’s on them, so I took it. Yeah, I’m still cheap.” I ended with a laugh.
She laughed and then said, “You never were cheap; easy, but not cheap. I’m sorry to say that I do have a roommate and she’s a bitch. She’s driving the second bus on this tour, and slow as molasses in January. She’s the reason everyone was late getting back to their hotel. She tried to make a wrong turn down a one-way street. New Orleans cops don’t like that very much and we had to wait while she got straightened out and then got her ticket.”
“Want to come join me? I’m neck deep in a hot tub right this minute and just finished a cold beer.” I asked jokingly.
There was a short pause on the other end of the line and then Sandy laughed. “Why the hell not! I’ll be there in about five minutes. Bye.” She hung up.
I sat there with the phone still at my ear for a second and then slowly hung it up. “Oh shit.” I muttered to myself as I wondered what I had gotten myself into. I had been joking, or had I?
After my long trip down memory lane this morning with all its wonderful, sexy memories, had I unconsciously been serious? It didn’t really matter now, my ex-wife, thirty years removed, was on her way to my hotel room.
“Ok stupid, get out of the tub, and go unlock the door.” I told myself as I stood up. “Yeah, and maybe you should put on a pair of shorts while your at it, you wouldn’t want to scare her.” My mind added as I dried off with a towel.
I slipped on my shorts, unlocked the door, and got myself another beer. I took a long swallow and there was a knock at the door. “Come in,” I said and took another sip of the beer. “This should be fun.” My mind muttered to me.
Sandy opened the door and came in. My eyes bugged out and my mouth dropped open when she did. All she was wearing was a smile. My eyes took in the robe in her hand but only as additional information, my eye were too busy wandering over her lush body.
She had packed on a lot of weight the last year I was in Nam. That was about a year before we separated and then divorced. She had lost that plus a little. Well, maybe not, it looked more like she had toned it up quite a bit. Whichever, she looked better now, than when I had married her and that was saying something.
Sandy laughed and said, “I’ll take that as a compliment. Now, close your mouth and quit drooling on the rug.”
My eyes snapped up to her face and I closed my mouth. She grinned and asked, “You wouldn’t have another one of those beers would you?”
“I don’t remember you as a beer drinker; you were always the sloe gin type of girl,” I said as I got another beer and opened it.
When I turned around, she was standing right in front of me. She grinned, placed one hand on my shoulder, and then kissed me lightly on the lips before she replied, “A lot of things have changed about me. What I drink is probably the least of them.”
She kissed me again and my surprise had worn off enough for me to kiss her back. My hand went to her lower back and I caressed her as the kiss went on for a minute or so.
Pulling her head back, she smiled and said, “You still kiss as good as ever, although that beard makes it definitely different. Come to think about it, I’ve never kissed anyone with a beard before, a mustache yes, but not a beard.”
She took her beer from my hand and looked around the room. “Nice place, a whole lot nicer than mine. Where’s that hot tub you were talking about?”
“In the bathroom.” I replied.
She walked toward the bedroom door and I stood there watching her. She moved with a grace and ease that she had never had back when I knew her. She was one beautiful woman from the back as well as the front.
Her ass had been the thing that had attracted me to her in the first place. That and the short skating skirt she was wearing at the time. She had been bent over tying the laces on her roller skates. Her long legs in dark tights were the second things I noticed. Damned if she didn’t look even better now.
At the door, she turned and looked at me, a slight smile playing around her lips. The smile blossomed and then she said, “Admiring the view and my ass as always, huh.”
She did a little spinning step and asked, “Well, what do you think of the new improved me? It took a hell of a lot of work and sweat to get to where I am now. I got tired of being a cow and did something about it.”
“You look better than ever, even better than when I first met you at the roller rink.” I told her.
She leaned against the door jam and grinned, “We were a pair, weren’t we? We were not the best dance skaters around but we sure won a lot of contests together. Two state championships, back to back. It hasn’t been done since, you know.”
“Yeah I know; we were so tall that we looked out of place with the rest of the skaters but it also made us look so much smoother and more graceful than them. I think that’s what got us all those trophies,” I said as I remembered our dance skating days.
She chuckled and said, “Yeah, and I think they could see something else too, like the love we shared back then. We moved more like one person and always danced closer together than anyone else.”
I laughed as I remembered something. “Those dances always made you so hot, and the sex after a big meet was even hotter than normal. You always fantasized about doing our routine nude. I wonder if that showed to the judges also.” I reminded her.
She laughed and replied, “I wanted to do that so bad, but we never could find a place big enough, or private enough to try it. If we had, we would have either hurt ourselves or ended up fucking like rabbits right there in the middle of the rink. We nearly ended up doing the latter, several times as it was.”
I laughed and then nodded. “Yeah, we did the rabbit thing on a regular basis, anywhere and everywhere else but the rink. I’m surprised we never did it there.”
“We never could get a place where we could be alone; there was always too many people around. I wasn’t into public sex and flashing, well not that much anyway. Do you remember that little park up near my mom’s house? The one where we always went to fuck our brains out after a competition. I still smile every time I drive by there,” she said with a big grin.
“Yeah, I remember it, I remember it well. We had to cross that creek and we always spread that old blanket of yours back by those large trees. It was dark enough there that no one could see us but we could see everyone in the parking lot and the cars on the freeway.” I replied with a grin. “You always wondered if anyone saw us. The thought of someone seeing us always made you hotter than ever.”
She laughed and said, “It still does. Hey, come on, let’s get in the hot tub and then we can continue this conversation. Driving that bus in this city with its traffic problems is murder on the upper back. Are you still good with back rubs, you used to be great at it.”
I walked over to her and said, “I ain’t gave one in a long time but I ain’t forgot how, believe me.”
“Good, after we soak a while, I’d love for you to do me.” She grinned and added, “Rub my back too.” She laughed and turned to cross the bedroom, swinging her hips in and exaggerated sway.
I laughed and swatted her on the ass. “You always were a hussy and that hasn’t changed a bit,” I said with a laugh. She laughed with me and walked on into the bathroom.
As she climbed into the hot tub she said, “I’m still a hussy, and I’m even better at it than I ever was back then. I know more now and I know what I like and how to get it. I’m a lot pickier and choosier than I used to be, that’s the big difference.”
She wiggled around settling in against the water jets on her back. “When Hubby number four took a powder, I began to wonder if maybe it was me and not them that was the problem. That’s when I decided to become the new and improved Sandy White. I even went back to my maiden name. It’s sure made a difference in the caliber of men I’ve met lately. As I said, I’m picky now. I ain’t found one that measures up to my new standards.”
I had taken off my shorts and was climbing into the tub when she finished talking. Her eyes locked onto my hard dick and she licked her lips as it went past her head. “Hmmm, that hasn’t changed a bit. It’s still big and hard and ready for action.”
I settled into the seat across from her, relaxed back and put my feet up in the seat beside her before I said, “It just takes it longer to reload now, and sometimes the firing pin gets stuck and causes a misfire. I chalk that up to old age and lack of use more than anything.”
“Hey, you can’t be old; that would mean I’m old, since I’m a couple of months older than you and I know that ain’t so. I feel younger today than I did ten years ago. Exercise and a good diet have done wonders for my body and for my mind and spirit as well. I don’t even lose my temper like I used to. I even like myself better than I have in a very long time.” She told me.
She took a sip of beer and put her feet up next to me. She looked at me for a second and then grinned, “I’m telling you things, I haven’t even said to my sister. I always could talk to you and you’d listen, you were good that way. Actually, you were probably the best husband I ever had. I let greed and jealousy make a mess of our lives and then I tried to blame you.”
There was a pause as she took a swallow of beer and grinned. “Never thought you’d ever hear me admit I was wrong, did you? Like I said, a lot of things have changed about me.”
With a chuckle I replied, “You’re right, I never would have expected that.”
I was thoughtful for a moment and then I said, “You have changed a lot. Showing up nude, floored me right off the bat. The way you look was a surprise also. I kept the picture of you as the younger girl because I didn’t much care for the one from when we divorced. I’m not just talking about the physical one either, your mental and emotional state wasn’t….” I let the sentence hang for a second.
“Well, you know what I mean. I like this new you, you seem very happy and sure of yourself, much like you were when I first met you.”
Sandy was smiling as I quit talking and took the last swallow of my beer. She took the empty bottle from me and stood up. She looked down at me for a long time and then she said, “You still tell it like it is, don’t you. For a long time, I always thought you were trying to hurt me when you told me the truth about things. I realize now that you were just telling me the truth, whether or not I wanted to hear it, and nothing more. I was the one that was always hurtful, spiteful at times. I wondered several times today whether or not I should come by and see you.”
She sat down on the side of the tub and took a deep breath. “I treated you rotten as hell after you came back from Nam that last time and I treated you worse when you finally had enough and walked out on me. I took advantage of you in the divorce and tried to take advantage of you after that. Luckily your new wife wouldn’t stand for it and give me as much hell back as I gave the two of you.”
Sandy looked sad for a moment and then went on. “I never did tell you how sorry I was when I heard that she died. I really didn’t know her but from what I heard from your mom and what our son told me after his few visits, I had to respect her. She seemed like a good lady and had your best interest at heart.”
I started to say something but she cut me off. “No, let me finish. I’ve needed to say this for a long, long time. I’m sorry for all the things I put you through and all the problems I caused you. With thirty years to look back at us, I figured out that I was much of our problem. You tried to tell me on a great many occasions just that, but I was too stupid and stubborn to listen. So, for the record, you were right and I was wrong. I’m sorry. Now, I’m going to get us another beer apiece and when I come back, I want you to rub my back.” She smiled and climbed out of the tub.
“Sandy, look, that was a long time ago and….” I started to say but she cut me off.
“No, don’t even say it. What you did there at the end of our marriage, I pushed you to. I know that and you know that. So let’s just drop it and let me feel good about my apology. It was something I’ve had to do for a long time, and now I’ve had the chance and I’ve done it. Now I can let it rest.” She said and then turned and walked out of the bathroom.
I stared at her until she was out the door, I was marveling at this change in her. The old Sandy would have never admitted anything like that, even though it was all true. I decided to except her apology and let it go. Actually, I had let it go a long time before; my wife had shown me that bitterness and hard feelings didn’t make a hill of beans.
*****
Sandy returned with the beers and handed me mine, she got up on the side of the tub and asked, “How do you want me?”
I looked at her and let a big grin cross my face. “How about with you on you’re knees, from behind, hard and deep.”
Not batting an eye, she answered, “Don’t worry, we’ll get to that a little later, believe me. Right now, I meant for the back rub.”
She swung around, put her feet in the water, and sat there with her legs spread. The narrow red racing strip on her mound was right across the tub and at eye level with me.
I licked my lips and said, “If you don’t get that out of my face, you’re most definitely going to get bit and then I doubt if you’ll get that back rub with anything except my belly.”
She laughed and closed her legs. “That hasn’t changed either has it? Your tongue still gets as hard as your dick and twice as fast.”
I laughed and said, “You got that right, I’m still the second biggest lesbian in the world, and I’m not talking about size, either.”
She laughed and climbed down into the water. “I can believe that, you always did like to munch on me and you were damned good at it to.”
I grinned and said, “Ok, how about, if you just sit right here between my knees and lean a little forward. I think that might be the best for your back rub. I’d be careful sitting down though; all this talk about food has my dick hard again.”
“You mean it actually went down. I was wondering if that was its natural state, it’s been hard ever since I walked in the front door,” she said as she moved over and sat down between my knees.
“It’s all your fault, running in here nude like you did and scaring the hell out of me,” I said as I sat my beer on the edge of the tub and then ran my hands firmly up the center of her back, a thumb pressing along each side of her backbone.
She arched her back against my hands as I did and groaned. “Damn, that feels good. I’ll give you about twenty years to quite that.”
When I gripped and then rolled the tight muscles on each side of her neck, she groaned again. “That’s almost as good as sex.”
“How long did you say it’s been since you last had sex? If this is better, then you’d better find a new partner,” I said with a laugh.
“It’s been a while,” she said, “But it’s been forever since I had a good back rub.”
She groaned and rolled her shoulders as I massaged her lower shoulder blades. “Oh, that’s just the spot. You keep this up and I might just come right here. Damn that feels so good.”
Setting her beer down, she leaned farther forward, resting her weight on her arms, her hands braced on the opposite seat. I worked up over her shoulder blades, back to her shoulders, and then down along the center of her back again, to her tailbone.
“Oh, so good,” she said in a soft voice.
I spread my hands out flat against her back and slowly worked my way upward, using my thumbs to massage each vertebrate as I went. By the time I reached her neck, my thumbs were trying to cramp up. I was out of shape and out of practice at doing back rubs. I used my hands to work on her neck and then both shoulders near the neck again.
Finally, I had to quit as my thumbs were really cramping now. “Ok, kiddo, that’s the best I can do, my thumbs are all cramped up.” I told her as I massaged and pulled on my thumbs to relieve the cramps.
“Ummm, that was great,” she said, sitting up and rolling her shoulders and twisting and flexing her back.
She arched her back and raised her arms, working her shoulders. “Oh man, that feels much better.”
I reached around her, placed my hands on her stomach, and slowly slid them up until I cupped a large firm breast in each hand. I gave them a gentle squeeze and then firmly ran my hands over their surface, feeling the large hard nipple on each one roll around under my palm.
She leaned back against me and murmured, “Ummm, that feels good to. You have such strong hands. I always did like the feel of them on me; touching me, caressing me, teasing me. You always did know what to touch and when and definitely how. I’d be so turned on sometimes that I’d have a small orgasm by the time you kissed me.”
I massaged her breasts and teased her nipples and after a minute or so, I heard a soft moaning whimper from her. I released her right breast and slipped that hand down to cup her mound, my fingertips caressing her smooth hairless outer lips. She hadn’t ever shaved there when we had been together and it changed the way I remembered her feeling.
The whimper part of the moan got louder and when I slipped a finger into her slit and rolled her clit around gently she groaned deeply and whispered, “Oh, yes. You remember what I like all right.”
My finger dipped lower down her slit and teased the slippery surface of her opening. She moaned loudly and spread her legs wider. I slipped my finger up inside her and rotated the fingertip. She gave a shuddering shiver and lifted her hips off the seat.
“Oh shit, I’m fixing to come,” she said.
When I rubbed the finger inside her, up and down along the front of her vagina, feeling the slight rough spot where I remembered her g-spot as being, she came hard, slamming her legs tightly shut, trapping my hand. Her hips worked against my trapped hand as she yelled once and then groaned deeply.
I just held onto her and let her move, as she wanted to. After a while, she settled back onto the seat and leaned her head back on my shoulder. Her legs and their grip on my hand were the last to relax and when I removed my finger, she shivered again.
“Damn, I don’t know what you touch in there but it makes me come harder than anything else in the world. You are the only one that has ever touched me like that and no one else has ever found the right spot. I’ve even tried to explain where it’s at to a couple of my husbands but they still couldn’t find it. I can find it every once in a while and then I go wild. I’ve woke more than one room mate up on a road trip when I did.”
She took a couple of deep breaths and then sighed as I kissed her neck. “That little spot is my secret, it’s something I found on our first date remember.”
When she giggled and nodded, I added, “I think you woke up everyone within a five mile radius of that park that night. I’m surprised every cop in town wasn’t out there looking for the body. You were screaming bloody murder there for a few minutes. At first, I thought I was hurting you and then I felt a gush of wetness on my hand and I knew better.”
She laughed and said, “I had to wash that old blanket three times before I got the smell of sex out of it. I had to keep it hid in the trunk of my car for three days before mom wasn’t home and I could wash it. If her bloodhound nose had ever caught scent of that, me and you both would have been dead. As it was, everyone swore I was pregnant when we got married. Boy, weren’t they all surprised when I didn’t have the baby until five years later.”
I laughed and said, “Your sister was the worst, she kept asking you when you were going to have the baby shower. She had already graduated high school by the time you did have one. Wasn’t hers about four or five months after that?”
Sandy laughed and nodded. “Our boy is only five months older than hers.”
“How is she doing, I never heard from her but one time after we divorced and that’s when she called and told me your father had died. I wanted to come to his funeral but….” I left the sentence hanging.
“Yeah, I know you did but you didn’t want any trouble with me so you stayed home. Your mom told me about it and I’m sorry you didn’t get to come. You were right not to, I would have caused trouble, I was still very vindictive back then,” she said and then sat up.
She stretched and then lay back against me. “Damn, between this hot water, that back rub, and that yummy orgasm, I’m so relaxed, I’m sleepy.”
I kissed her neck and asked, “Are you planning on sleeping here with me?”
“If you don’t mind, I’d love to. I don’t have to be up until around nine in the morning, the tour group has a free day tomorrow so they can do whatever it is they need or want to. It’s my rest day.” She told me.
“Good, I don’t have any set time to be anywhere in the morning. I need to call the office and make sure the computer system is still working ok but other than that, I’m free. Well, reasonable anyway,” I said and laughed.
She snuggled back against me and said, “Well then, why don’t we go into the bedroom and tuck each other in before I fall asleep right here. I’m afraid you might have to wait until in the morning to get me on my hands and knees but I’ll make it up to you, honest, I will.” She laughed and turned her head to kiss me.
When we broke the kiss, I said, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. That’s what all the women I seduce in a hot tub tell me.”
She laughed and kissed me again quickly. “You know I’d rather owe it to you that beat you out of it. Anyway, I want to see if my memories of our lovemaking are exaggerated or not. At times I feel like they are and at time I feel like they’re not. Now I’ve got a chance to compare the past and the present first hand.”
“Ok, you little tart, get your ass up out of here, and let me dry you off. I don’t need no wet women in my bed,” I said. “Well, not wet with water anyway.” I added with a laugh.
Sandy laughed and stood up. As I started to get up, she turned around, lifted her right foot to the rim of the tub, and bumped her sex right in my face. I grabbed her wet hips and sat back down, pulling her with me. This spread her legs wider and I ran my tongue right up the middle of her slit and flicked my tongue back and forth over her large hard clit.
She had her hands on the wall behind me, yelled, and tried to move away but my hands on her ass, held her in place. I worked at her clit for a few seconds feeling it grow even larger and then I dipped my tongue down and drilled it into her sex. She yelled again and shifted her body to spread her legs even farther, giving me more access to her sweet treat.
Sandy always had had a sweet taste and got wetter and wetter as I ate her. That hadn’t changed in the least, but now she worked her sex against my tongue, where she had just laid there all those years ago. One of her hands left the wall and cradled the back of my head as I ran my tongue in and out of her rapidly.
She arched her back and pulled on my head. When her ass shivered in my hands, I moved back up, sucked her clit between my lips, and licked at it with hard, fast flicks of just the tip of my tongue. She yelled and jammed her hips forward several times, as her stomach muscles jerked and flexed, another orgasm rolling over her.
I continued to move my tongue over her clit until she eased her hips back; this time I let her move them. Her hand moved from my head to my shoulder and I felt her leaning on me as she slowly sat back onto the other seat of the tub. She sat there with her eyes closed for a few seconds and then she opened them and looked at me.
A moment later, she smiled and then grinned. “Damn, that tongue of yours is even better than I remembered it.”
I laughed and replied, “I’ve had a lot more practice, and you moved to help me, which you used to not do. Anyway, I wasn’t kidding about the lesbian thing, you were the first woman I ever ate and you created a monster, whether you know it or not.”
“Damn, I knew you like to do me that way and I loved it too. I think I cut my nose off to spite my face, if this is any example of your talents,” she said and then laughed. “I haven’t come that fast or that hard, twice in a row, in a very long time. How I’m going to get out of here and into bed is anyone’s guess. I may just have to sleep right here, you’ve relaxed and worn me completely out.”
I laughed and shook my head. “Oh no you’re not, we’ve just got started good. I plan to have you in bed with me when you wake up. I want to compare than and now also. I don’t think I’m the only one who has learned something over the years.”
I paused as a thought crossed my mind. “Damn, if our sex is any better than it was back then, we could hurt ourselves.” I added with a laugh.
“What do you mean could; you’ve already hurt me plenty. I haven’t been this sated since I can’t remember,” she said with a grin.
We sat there just looking at each other for several minutes and then she said, “I seem to be the one that’s getting their cookies off here, how about you? You’re getting a little short changed here.”
I grinned and shook my head. “Not really, that’s something else I’ve learned, women get multiple orgasms, and men get to enjoy them. Anyway, way back when, I had a repeater, now it’s more of a single shot, if you know what I mean.”
She smiled and shook her head. “You have learned things haven’t you.”
She looked at me as a sad look slowly replaced the smile. “I think I missed out on a lot and I don’t just mean the sex.”
“If wishes were horses, we’d be knee deep in more horseshit than we are now,” I said with a grin.
She laughed and nodded. “That’s for sure.”
She sat forward and said, “Ok, give me a hand and let’s get out of this tub before we look like prunes.”
We got out of the tub and when I took a towel and began to dry her off, she looked at me and cocked her head to the side slightly. “Is this normal for you or just special for me? You always were helpful and considerate as I remember correctly.”
I laughed. “Hey, I like doing things like this for a naked lady; it gives me a chance to look and touch without getting hit or cussed out. Us dirty old men have our little tricks of the trade you know.”
She grinned and then kissed me on the lips as I stood up from drying her legs and feet. After the short kiss, I grinned and said, “See, it worked. I got a kiss instead of a slap. Now turn around so I can ogle your beautiful rear end. I mean dry your back.”
She laughed and turned around. “You are still funny and fun to be around. I always did like your sense of humor; it hasn’t changed except maybe you’ve gotten better at it.”
As I worked my down to her butt and wiped the towel up the crease, she wiggled and laughed. “I could get used to this real easy.”
I ran my hand and the towel up between her legs and rubbed her pussy. She came upon her toes and laughed. “Wahoo!” she said.
Patting her there once, I started to dry the back of her thighs, chuckling as I did.
I stood and said, “Ok, that’s got most of it, that one place seemed to get wetter, the more I tried to dry it.”
She turned around and grinned as I hung up that towel and got a dry one. She took it from me and rubbed it on my chest. “I think I’ll try this, it’s been a long time since I’ve dried anyone else off but….” She left the sentence hanging as she ran her hand and the towel over me.
Sandy grinned, wrapped the towel around my semi hard manhood, and gently rubbed it. It grew firmer as she did, by the time she released it; it was standing straight up against my belly. She squatted down, and went on to dry my legs. “Now that’s how I always remembered that thing,” she said.
She dried my legs and then my feet before she looked back up. She looked at my manhood, reached out, and pulled it down a little. A soft smile crossed her lips and she looked up at my face as her tongue flicked out and captured the clear drop of fluid on the tip of my dick.
“If I start with this, we might not get to sleep for a while. I think I’ll wait until we get into bed and get comfortable; I want to take my time. I’ve learned a few things myself. Sucking a dick has never been my favorite thing about sex, but after that little tongue exercise of yours, I think I’m going to kick back and see just how far I can get you to climb up the wall. I might even try and make you slide back down it.”
She laughed, kissed me on the head of my dick, and stood up. “Turn around so I can do your back.”
*****
When we got into bed, she moved over to lay her head on my shoulder and slipped her leg over between mine. I held her with one hand on her upper back and the other at the top of her ass. One of her arms was between us and the other was on my chest.
After a moment she sighed and said, “This feels wonderful, we always did fit so well together. Now that I’m thinner and there’s more of you, it feels even better than it used to. I still can’t get over how you’ve filled out.”
I laughed and said, “You lost it, and I found it.”
She chuckled and said, “No, I lost fat and there’s muscle under here. That little spare tire you have is natural and a little of the right exercise would take care of it in short order.” She chuckled again and added, “I know a really fun sexercise that it takes two to do. I’ll have to show it to you, although you probably already know it.”
I hugged her and laughed. “The operative word there is that it takes two to do it. With you in California and me in Texas, it’s going to be hard to set up any kind of a regimented program.”
She nodded and sighed. “Yeah, I know.”
*****
I don’t know which of us dozed off first; I had been up for over forty something hours and snuggling with Sandy on that soft bed put me out. When I woke up, Sandy was still snuggled up right were she had been. I lay there and smiled as I listened to her soft burring snore.
I must have dozed again; Sandy’s moving brought me back to wakefulness. I opened my eyes to see her sitting on the side of the bed. “Good morning.” I said with a big smile.
She looked even better in the sunlight coming through the window than she had last night. Her short red hair was tousled as she yawned and then stretched her arms above her head. She arched her back and then brought her hands down sharply.
With a grin over at me, she said, “Good morning to you, I’m sorry I woke you. I had to pee and you know I can’t wait long in the morning.”
I chuckled and replied, “Yeah, I remember. You’d better hurry though or you’re going to have someone in your lap. That beer is wanting to get out, now that you mention it.”
She laughed and leaned over to kiss me softly. “It’d be better if I was in your lap but then you’d have a problem other than having to pee.”
As she got off the bed and headed for the bathroom, I watched her ass sway and said, “Yeah, I’d end up peeing on the ceiling.” She laughed as she went into the bathroom.
*****
When she came out of the bathroom, I headed that way. When I returned to the bedroom, she was back in the bed. I grinned and joined her. I looked at my watch and it was a quarter after nine. I picked up the phone and placed a call to the office. About the time I got the computer guru on the phone, Sandy rolled over and ducked under the covers.
I was asking about the computer system, when Sandy’s warm mouth closed over my limp manhood. It was all I could do to finish the question and not groan aloud. There were a few small things still out of whack, I was told. My dick was now hard as a rock and all the blood had left my big head for the little one. I was having a real problem following what the woman was trying to tell me about the system.
A moment later, I said, “Uh, something’s come up here, let me call you back in a few minutes.” I didn’t wait for an answer; I just hung up and pulled the covers down so I could see Sandy.
Sandy grinned around the head of my dick and then popped it out of her mouth. “Yeah, I’d say something came up all right but it’ll be more than a few minutes before you call anyone back. I’m going to make damn sure of that.”
She sucked the head of my dick back into her mouth and flicked her tongue over the sensitive spongy head. I did groan this time. She grinned and started to slowly bob her head, taking more of me into her mouth each time, her eyes never leaving my face.
In the old days, Sandy rarely sucked me and she only did it for a short period of time and never very well. Now she was putting a serious effort into it and had me on the verge of coming several times. Each time, she would take me out of her mouth and lick my shaft like it was an ice cream cone.
The third time she did this, she grinned and said, “I can’t decide whether I want you to come in my mouth or in my pussy.”
She took a long lick up my shaft and circled the head with her tongue. The question became academic at that point as I came with a loud groan and a gush. The first spurt hit in her open mouth and with a look of surprise, she sucked the head quickly into her mouth to be greeted by a second spurt.
Sandy gave out with a soft moan and swallowed. Then she swallowed my shaft to the hilt and sucked it with a vengeance. I groaned loudly and my hips bucked up off the bed as her tongue flicked and wiggled along the bottom of my shaft.
She continued to suck until I started to soften and then she slowly let me slip out of her mouth. She licked her lips and grinned up at me. “So much for that decision. Now you’ll just have to eat my pussy until this thing reloads.”
I blew out a noisy breath and chuckled. “Damn, don’t you just hate it when that happens.”
She laughed and replied, “Well, no, not really.”
As I chuckled again, she moved up and cuddled back up to me. When I kissed her forehead, she looked up at me, and I kissed her on the lips, tasting myself there. She moaned softly as my tongue entered her mouth and dueled with hers. She rolled halfway over on top of me as the kiss went on and on.
When we came up for air, she laid her head on my chest and sighed deeply as I stroked her back with both my hands. “Damn you!” she whispered softly. I wasn’t sure that she meant to say it aloud.
I waited a second or two and then asked, “Why would you want to do that?”
She took a deep breath and replied, “Because, I could fall back in love with you so very easily. That is, if I ever was not in love with you. I hated you for a while and I didn’t like you for even longer but I don’t think I ever stopped loving you.”
My hands stopped for a second on her back as she said this and then they moved on. I wasn’t sure what to say or even if I should say anything. I took a deep breath and let it out slow as I turned what she said over and over in my mind.
“I know; I never did know when to keep my big mouth shut,” she said softly and then sighed deeply.
I chuckled and kissed her hair. “Yeah, that’s true, although you were doing so good there for a while.”
She chuckled and slapped me lightly on the side. I kissed her hair and went on, “You just caught me off guard with statements like that. I’ve been avoiding thinking along those same lines. All this has been so sudden and out of the blue, so to speak.”
We lay there silent for a while. “I know what you mean; I really didn’t mean to say that out loud, at least I don’t think I did. It was one of those Freudian slips, you hear so much about,” she said with a chuckle.
I chuckled with her and said, “A slip, Freudian or otherwise, just doesn’t go with that outfit you’re wearing.”
She laughed and slapped me on the side again. I hugged her tightly and kissed her hair again. She sighed and snuggled up closer.
*****
We must have dozed off because the soft purr of the phone woke me. The front desk asked if I was checking out or staying another day. I told them, I would be staying but that the bill would be on me from this point on. They told me that it wouldn’t be a problem and hung up.
“So, you’re not going to go running off, screaming into the depths of New Orleans, huh?” Sandy asked softly.
I hugged her again and chuckled, “Nope. Sorry, you ain’t going to be that lucky. I’m going to stick around and torment you some more.”
Suddenly, I rolled us over until she was flat on her back; at that point, I kissed her long and deep, my tongue fencing and dueling with hers. She moaned softly after a moment and moved her leg over so mine could slip between hers. My semi hard manhood was pressed to her thigh and her hot sex was pressed to my hip. She moaned softly again and flexed her sex against the pressure of my hip.
I broke the kiss and moved to nibble at her ear for a second before working my way down her neck with little licks and kisses. I kissed my way back and forth across her prominent collarbones and then down across her upper chest.
When my lips latched onto her right nipple and my tongue swirled around it, she moaned and arched her back, pressing her breast to my mouth. I sucked more of the breast in my mouth and bathed it with my tongue. I released it to lick and kiss all around and over it.
As I moved to the other one, her hands guided me at once to her stiff, hard nipple. I sucked on it and then flicked it with the tip of my tongue; she arched her back, so I sucked as much of her breast in my mouth as I could.
I shifted my hip a little lower over her sex, which brought a soft moan to her lips and then I pressed her breasts closer together and alternated flicking one nipple and then the other. I sucked on one nipple and then the other until she moaned again, both nipples were now far larger than they had been and hard as rocks.
Kissing my way down across her lower rib cage and down across her stomach, I shifted my body lower as I went. When I circled and then tongued her navel she jerked and giggled. “I’m still ticklish there,” she said softly.
I continued to tongue her there until her hands came down to my head, then I moved lower to lick along each side of her red racing strip. Her hands left my head and returned to pinch and pull at her long nipples. Her hips moved her mound against my tongue and her legs parted more, to let me lay down between them.
As I got comfortable, I noticed that her sex was slightly parted and the inner lips were peeking out at me. I sucked at these for a second and then licked between them, her hips shivered and she moaned a little louder this time. I licked up and down her slit with little flicking licks, watching it open and the inner lips unfold more and more.
I sucked on each of those and then nibbled softly. Her hips shivered again and lifted to me. I cupped an ass cheek in each hand and dined on her sex, taking my time getting to her fiery liquid center. When my tongue did finally stab into her wet sex, she groaned loudly and rammed herself against my face. I lapped deeply at her sweet juices and felt her sex nibbling back at my tongue.
As I moved up toward her swollen, un-hooded clit, I had the same thought as she. Should I eat her to a climax or fuck her to one. When I touched her clit, it was all over, she came with a loud yell, her hands once more on my head, holding me in place as her hips jerked and bucked under my tongue.
When her climax diminished and she became too sensitive, she pushed at my head. I dropped lower and lapped at the flow of juices running down the crack of her ass. She lifted her ass higher and spread her upraised knees wider. I feasted on this nectar as I worked my way back toward the source.
Flicking my tongue against her anus drew a moan from her lips and a jerk from her hips. I moved on to lap at her vagina for a moment or two. Then her hands were trying to pull me upward.
I moved up over her, lowered my hips, and pressed my hard manhood against her slit. She moaned and worked her hips against me as a shiver ran up her body.
“Oh God, fuck me now and fuck me hard,” she said quickly.
I moved my hips down as she tilted her pelvis. The head of my manhood found her opening and then we both moved to consummate our union. We both moaned loudly as her warm silky wet sex enveloped me. I pulled back and drove deep into her as her legs wrapped around me and pulled me even deeper. It was as though the last thirty years hadn’t happened and we were back on our wedding bed.
We moved together in that old flowing motion that we had used so many times, that motion that fit us together so well. Our moans and groans mixed together as we moved upward toward our mutual orgasm. My hardness moved smoothly in her warm wet softness, her sex gripping me with a velvety firmness that only pulled me deeper.
Together we spiraled up only to level off and then spiral up higher. When we did reach the top, it was with a flash and an explosion of mutual release. Then we were hugging and kiss each other as our bodies ground together, mingling our pleasure and desire.
*****
At some point, some time later, as we lay there in the afterglow of our passion, a burring ring finally broke through the haze of my brain. I realized that it was the phone but my body would not respond well enough for me to move over and pick it up. That would have meant that I’d have to let go of Sandy and I couldn’t bring myself to do that. Not right now at any rate. It quit ringing and I sighed deeply.
Some time later, we rolled over onto our sides and kissed gently as we caressed each other. I don’t think either of us had even opened our eyes yet, my manhood was still held in the embrace of her sex. Sandy would shiver from time to time as I slowly softened inside her. As the head slowly slipped out of her, she sighed deeply and nestled her head down against my shoulder.
*****
I think we dozed again. I came up out of it to the feel of her hand moving on my back. I sighed and moved my hand down her back to her butt and then back up. She giggled and whispered, “It was even better than I remembered, it was the same but so much better. Old but new, all at the same time. I could feel our old….” She let the sentence trail off, the last part unsaid.
I nodded against her hair. I didn’t trust my mouth, if I opened it right then. The only thing that would have come out was I love you. I was scared to say that for both our sakes, the same as she was. She had a bus to take back to California and I had a plane for Texas.
After a while she asked, “What are you thinking about?”
“Buses and planes.” I replied, a strange quiver in my voice.
“Me too,” she said in a whisper.
The phone rang half a dozen rings and then went quiet as we both ignored it. In the same whispery voice, Sandy asked, “How’s the weather in your part of Texas, this time of the year?”
“You’ll have to come home with me and find out for yourself,” I whispered back.
“Ok,” she said and hugged me tightly.