The Road Not Taken
Revisited 30 Years Later


Her Response 
Part 4

It was strange how life can present new adventures even at an age when we think all new experiences are well behind us. Approaching the mid-century mark, watching our children graduate, marry and begin lives of their own, it seems the best that was yet to come had passed us by long ago.

Then, someone from our past reminds us there are still a great deal of possibilities awaiting those daring enough to follow a different path.

I had been pleasantly surprised by Bobby’s recent suggestive e-mails, but I was positively stunned when he nearly tore my clothes off on the golf course the night of our thirtieth high school reunion. It had been a very long time since a man had desired me that way. Twenty two years of marriage to a really great guy who unfortunately was more interested in watching "Battle Bots" than making love, had me convinced I’d never enjoy another orgasm with anything other than my plastic toys and electric vibrator, both which I’m now on a first name basis.

But God, do I ever feel fantastic after spending the past four hours with someone whose imagination was as wild and daring as my own. It’s never easy with a new lover. He might have been hesitant about the way he looked all these years later, but he never showed it. Nor, thankfully, did he ask me how many times I came or make any excuses for the size of his cock, which was more than adequate. He didn’t ask me what I liked, he had somehow known exactly what to do, as if he’d always known. He’d expertly teased and played with the most delicate parts of my body and the way he ran those ice cubes on my white hot skin was a sensation beyond description. He had given me a feast of pleasure and now it was my turn to repay the favor.

I ran my fingers over his cheek and across his lips. Noticing his eyes were closed, I whispered, "Tired?".

A delicious smile appeared on his face. "No. You?"

"Not at all." I returned the expression.

Tired? I hadn’t felt so full of energy in years. I turned his face towards mine and kissed him, softly at first, then with a renewed hunger as my tongue sought his. Nice to be with a younger man, I thought to myself, even if he were only a few months younger. Bobby’s fingers traced tiny circles over my neck and back and I shivered with the gentleness of his touch. This was as far as we’d gotten in our hotel room in Canada three decades earlier, but with the door securely locked there was no danger of our being interrupted this time.

I wrapped my fingers around his cock, surprised that he had already begun to get hard. I felt the moisture of pre-cum emerge from the tip and a soft moan escaped from his throat. I raised myself onto his erect member and slowly lowered myself onto him. His hands grabbed hold of my ass and he pulled me down hard. My inner muscles tightened fiercely and I drenched him with a flood of pleasure. I rode him like a wild bronco as he raised his hips and forced himself deeper into my hungry, wet pussy.

Closing my eyes, I completely surrendered to the waves of pleasure sweeping over me. Sweat was dripping from every pore. My thighs ached, my mind traveled to another galaxy and somewhere in the distance I heard my voice screaming words I had not used since I couldn’t remember when:

"Fuck me, oh God, Please don’t stop."

Bobby took me to the edge of the edge and back again until we both reached our destination. The force of his orgasm was so intense, I thought he was going to toss me through the ceiling. I fell over his chest and felt the rhythm of his breathing match my own as we slowly began to recover.

I looked at the clock and seeing it was very late, I started getting dressed.

"When are you going home?" I could feel his eyes burning into my back. I dared not meet his gaze or I might never leave.

"Sunday night." I said to the far wall.

"Then, I’ll have to plan something special for tomorrow night."

My hand on the doorknob, I turned to him with flashing blue eyes and said,

"I can hardly wait."

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