The Road Not Taken
Revisited 30 Years Later


Her Response 
Part 1

I was almost late to the party. The flight from LAX to Chicago was uneventful, but, as usual, O’Hare was a bitch to fly out of. No one knew of my plans, least of all the one person I was really looking forward to seeing and it seemed like an eternity before my plane landed in Newburgh.

Had it really been thirty years? Somehow visiting my home town always made my feel as if I were still in high school, a fact my parents both joked about and privately loathed. But 3000 miles away from husband, children and other "adult" responsibilities always made my feel young. And free. And wildly adventurous. I wondered if he would feel the same.

I wore a short blue dress which outlined the curves of my "much thinner than I was in high school" figure. Remembering the surprised looks I’d received ten years earlier, I felt almost nervous in anticipation of the reaction from someone I hadn’t seen in over three decades. Someone who had given my my first taste of sexual hunger.

As I drove to the hotel, my mind recalled an earlier time. A hotel somewhere in Canada. Just enough beer to relax my and a quiet room in which I could indulge my youthful desires. Unfortunately they had been interrupted by a rowdy group of drunken partiers, so what could have been a very memorable evening dissolved into a what could have been regret. I wondered if he remembered it as well and given the opportunity would like to finish what they had started all those years ago.

"Get a grip, girl!" I cursed herself. "You’re close to fifty years old. You’re MARRIED, and so is he. Don’t even think about it." But it was all I could think about as I parked my car and started walking toward the hotel. They had talked about this on-line. He had teased that he didn’t scare easily when I’d suggested he might be afraid that I were serious. I was only afraid he thought I wasn’t.

The signs told my where the party was going to be held. I stood for a long time at the doorway but I didn’t see him anywhere. All I saw was a crowd of OLD people who had assembled there. Were these really my classmates from high school, or a group of their parents? The women were frumpy, wrinkled and gray. The men could sink a cruiser with their combined weight. Was that my old high school crush at the bar? Must weigh over 200 pounds. What did I ever see in him? I needed some air.

The sun was about to set as I walked out the back door towards the golf course. There, in the distance I saw him. He was lost in his own memories of another time when I walked up the grade.

"It’s still a beautiful view, isn’t it, Bobby?" I whispered.

At the sound of his name, he turned to face my.

"Yes it is, now that you’re here. I was hoping you’d come."

Yes, he was a bit older, I thought, but his eyes were just as bright and warm as I remembered. Without thinking, I put my arms around him and kissed him warmly. It was suppose to be a friendly greeting, but when he pulled my to him, the fires he had lit in their youth began to ignite a blaze I thought long extinguished.

I parted my lips slightly allowing his tongue to find hers. If I had any doubts of his fears, they were quickly erased by the touch of his fingers under my dress. I didn’t care where I was, or who might see them. I felt his hardening cock against my very wet crotch and knew instantly he had not forgotten their brief moment together. I closed my eyes as his finger pulled my panties to my knees and began teasing my clit until I felt my juices flow over him.

My knees were beginning to weaken.

"I’ve been thinking about this ever since I had to cancel my trip to California." He knelt at my feet and began licking the moisture between my legs. I trembled as the first small orgasm overtook my, pulling on his hair, forcing him deep into me..

"Oh, God, please fuck me." I barely was able to voice the words.

He pulled me down onto the ground. My fingers nearly tearing the zipper from his pants. I put his hard throbbing cock into my mouth, licking and sucking the tip, down the shaft. My fingers gently caressing his balls. His pleasure was nearly unbearable. I lay back on the wet grass and opened my inviting legs for him. And invitation long overdue.

He entered my easily, felt the muscles clench almost immediately. I wrapped my legs around his back pulling him in deeper and harder, my hips matching his rhythm perfectly. It was as if they had been transported back in time, to that other place meant for young lovers discovering each other for the very first time.

I knew I couldn’t cry out, the sound in the darkness would certainly alert anyone inside the hotel, or anyone else within a hundred miles. I pulled him tightly to my and as I felt him begin to come, let my own sensations free.

It had been what was once called a "quickie", but as they fixed their clothing and innocently made their way back to the party, I flashed him an inviting grin and whispered seductively,

"Where are you staying?"

This was turning out to be a must better "reunion" than I had ever imagined.

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