The Road 
Not Taken

Revisited 30 Years Later

The Beginning...

It had been over thirty years since he was back in his hometown, but he’d already missed his 10^th and 20^th high school reunion and felt a strong sense of nostalgia to return to his roots. Besides, the committee chair had been sending him countless "guilt" e-mails and he didn’t want to disappoint her. And maybe he did want to re-connect with some of his old buddies from his glory days, even if their lives had all taken them far from home, they were all connected by the common thread of youthful memories.

At the last minute his wife had a work emergency and couldn’t get away and his teen-aged daughters had no interest in hanging out with dad’s OLD friends, so he decided to make the trip alone. He’d traveled the world that way for years, another trip wouldn’t be any big deal. Besides, he could use a nice quiet, uneventful vacation for a few days at least. After all, everyone he knew was close to fifty, their wild partying days well behind them. Yes, this would be a nice trip down memory lane.

He checked into his hotel room, showered and changed into a casual suit. Time had been good to him. He’d kept his weight down through exercise and even managed to save much of his hair. But the lines around his eyes etched out the roads his life had traveled over three decades. He was happy with his life, content with his decisions and looking forward to seeing how well the rest of his class had faired. He checked his image in the full length mirror, closed the door and headed to the ballroom for the "get reacquainted" cocktail party, certain he’d be returning not much later than ten.

God, do I look as old as everyone else? He thought, his eyes scanning the room of middle-aged men and women who were assembled in groups throughout the room. He felt as if he were surrounded by the parents of those he went to school with and not the classmates he remembered. He bought himself a scotch and water and began the obligatory schmoozing, all the while thinking desperately of an excuse to leave this horrid affair as soon as possible.

Several familiar strangers came up to him, and if it weren’t for their name tags, he never would have know who they were. There wasn’t enough scotch in the entire state to ease the pain of age he felt, but a refill would certainly be a good start. He returned to the bar and sat on the one empty chair. Seems a number of his classmates were also trying to drown their visions of the present and judging by their grimacing frowns, it wasn’t working any better for them than it was for him.

And then he spotted her. He would have known her instantly from the photo on her web site, but in person she was so much more alluring than he’d imagined. She had e-mailed him that she might not come to the reunion. Her publisher had her on a strict deadline for her next novel, but apparently she had managed to get away and he was certainly glad she had. As were most if not all the men in the room, if not the women whose arms automatically held onto their husbands’ arms a bit tighter when they spotted her.

He held his breath as she started towards the bar. Her figure at least fifty pounds slimmer than she’d been in high school. Her accomplishments showed in her stature, tall and erect with an inner glow of self-confidence he felt she’d always lacked. A happy marriage and successful career was all it had taken, she had written him. That, plus trips to the gym three times a week and a strict diet. New York baggy clothes were forgiving, California shorts and bikinis were not.

"Hi, Bobby. Buy a girl a drink?" She sat next to him. Her scent made the air around him thick. The silk black dress clung to her body as if it were a second skin and she knew and was enjoying the effect it was already beginning to have on him and the rest of the males in the room.

"Sure." he managed to get the word from his dry throat. He ordered her a martini. Extra dry, with an olive. Straight up, which was what he was most definitely becoming.

"Thanks, sweetie." Her delicate fingers picked up the toothpick and she placed the olive to her smiling lips. As she surrounded the helpless green orb, her eyes never leaving his. "You here alone?"

Was that an invitation?

They had discussed the possibility many times on line. Joked about making a new definition to the word "reunion", but never in his wildest dreams did he expect or believe she was serious. Until now. Suddenly there was no one in the room except the two of them. Suddenly there was no wife, no kids, no job, no responsibilities. Suddenly he was seventeen again. His one word reply was the answer she’d been hoping for.

She finished her drink in one long, luscious sip and placed her hand over his.

"Let’s go."

He glanced around the room, making sure they weren’t being too conspicuous before following her out the door. He caught up to her at the elevator where she had her hand poised on the button. The doors opened as soon as he arrived and they entered the car alone. He reached over and pressed the number to his floor. She took his finger to her lips as the elevator ascended, and placed it in her mouth, her tongue playfully licking over the digit until it was dripping with her salvia. She pulled him towards her. He felt as if his cock would burst through his zipper as she placed her mouth on his with soft, warm kisses. Her fingers caressed the back of his neck, through his hair, over his ears. Her tongue finding his, orchestrated a dance he was more than willing to follow.

In his room, he fumbled with the buttons on his shirt and she laughed wickedly at his youthful clumsiness. He, too began to laugh and relax a bit. They didn’t exchange words, there were none to say, only the actions which were about to unfold as she undid her belt and with one motion removed her dress, the only material she had next to her naked skin.

He was a bit self-conscious at first. It had been more than a decade since he had been with anyone other than his wife and he wasn’t certain if he even remembered how to act with another woman. He needn’t have worried, as she took total control. She lowered him onto the bed and began tracing a path of desire from his hungry mouth, over his neck, down his shoulders and further towards his fully erect cock.

She placed her mouth over him, running her tongue over the tip, sucking gently. Her palms gently caressing his balls, sending waves of ecstasy throughout his body. She reached around his ass and moved him deeper inside her throat. Pausing only to say one sentence;

"Tell me what you like" she whispered. "Every detail. Don’t leave anything out."

He did ashe was told, and she performed all that he described. He was seconds away from coming when she moved away from him.

"I want to feel you inside me, Bobby. Fuck me the way you wanted to thirty years ago in that dark room in Canada. I want to be your virgin. To feel as if this was my very first time."

She lay back on the bed and opened herself to him. She was so wet, so hot, so inviting. His cock entered her effortlessly, and she trembled as the waves of orgasm overtook her. Her muscles holding him tightly, he held her against him and made love to her exactly as he’d wanted to all those years ago.

She initiated the rhythm, slowing down to prolong their pleasure, drawing him deeper inside, harder and faster until he could no longer hold back. When he came it was with such intensity he thought he’d left the planet.

She placed tender kisses on his shoulders, while running her fingers lightly over his back.

"Thank you." she breathed into his ear.

"For what?" he stared into her bright blue eyes. "I should be thanking you."

"I told you I was on deadline for my new novel. This was just the research I needed to finish the book. It’s called "The Road Not Taken".

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