I Met My Old Lover ...

"I'd like that."

"It's a date, then. What time?"

Her choice of words startled me for a moment. "My breakfast reservation is for 8:00 and I have to shower after my workout, so how about 6:00?"

"So early," she groaned. "Don't keep me up too late tonight, okay?"

What did she have in mind? I could only hope.

We were now back on the seventh floor and we entered my room.

"We have to dress for dinner. I'm wearing a suit. The restaurant is rather formal. I hope that's alright."

"Sure," she said. "I packed a long dress. I expected there would be a few formal parties."

"Mind if I watch the news? I want to see how the market closed today."

"Go ahead," she answered as she kicked her shoes off and crawled onto my bed. She sure looked nice, lying there. I knew what I'd be fantasizing about tonight.

I opened the TV cabinet and joined her on the bed. I could hardly pay any attention to CNN. I was too busy trying not to appear to be watching her. She was relaxing and absent mindedly watching the news. Nothing big had happened. The commentator noted that the Coca-Cola Company would be holding its Annual Shareholders' Meeting in Delaware tomorrow. Allison looked at me and asked, "Is that you?"

"That's my meeting," I countered.

"My meetings never make the news."

"Mine usually don't either, unless there is a big protest. It happens sometimes. That's why I like to stay at the same hotel. I won't have to cross a picket line to get into the meeting."

"Has that happened?" she asked with a small trace of alarm in her voice.

"A few times. Once, Jesse Jackson made an appearance when the Justice Riders showed up to protest labor conditions."

"I think I remember hearing about that. Were you part of it?"

"I was there. That's all."

After a while, CNN got repetitive so I handed the remote to her and told her to find something else. This gave me a better chance to watch her for a few minutes. I once wrote in my diary that I had never realized before that moment how beautiful she was. Today, I saw that those words were still true. Even after all these years, she could still touch my heart. She caught me looking at her.

"What?" she asked with an embarrassed smile.

"Nothing. I was just remembering."

"Remembering what?" She was not about to let me off the hook this time.

Here goes nothing, I told myself. I took a deep breath. "For about two years before I moved away, I had this huge crush on you." Her mouth gaped open. "I know – at least, I figured out later – that you felt the same way about me. That made it even harder being away." With a trace of sadness in my voice, I continued. "Eventually, I had to move on and figure out how to live my life without you."

Allison was quiet for a long time. The TV played on in the background, unintelligible sounds to our ears. Finally, she spoke. Her voice was so soft that it was barely audible over the drone from the television.

"For years, I wondered if maybe you felt the same way about me. I hoped and fantasized that you did, but I couldn't bring myself to believe it. Maybe I finally gave up because I convinced myself you didn't feel that way about me. Maybe I gave up because I was afraid if I found out you did feel that way, it would make being apart too hard to bear. If I had known, I don't know how our lives may have turned out differently. It's too late to find out now."

I thought about that for a moment and swallowed hard. "We have a few days." My voice was weaker than I intended.

We were both silent after that was said. I don't know if I was sad, excited or afraid. I wasn't sure what was going to happen, or even if I knew what I really wanted to happen. I just didn't know.

I looked at the time and realized that we needed to get ready for dinner. "I'm going to take a shower before dinner." I got up from the bed and unpacked my toiletries. I didn't look at Allison as I headed for the bathroom. I knew she was still on the bed. The door to the bathroom was a heavy wooden pocket door. As I turned to slide it shut, I saw Allison go by, headed down the hall to her room. I undressed and started the shower.

The bathroom was done in a cream colored marble and Corian. DuPont makes Corian so they use the bathroom to showcase their product. The shower had two glass walls, framed in brass. It stood next to the bathtub, in such a way that there was an unobstructed view from one to the other. The shower was starting to heat up. I never figured out if it was because the room was so big, or because of what they cleaned the mirrors with, but the bathroom mirror didn't fog up no matter how long you ran the shower. I opened the door and the sound of the water was louder. I entered the shower and relished in the feeling of the warm water drenching me. It felt good to wash off the day's traveling, to warm up from the spray.

As I stood there, Allison was, of course, on my thoughts. I thought about how I felt about her. The more I thought about her, the more erect I became. I started imagining that she was lying in the bathtub and we were watching each other through the glass. I faced the tub and, in my mind, I could see her naked body. Her legs were spread slightly and her right hand was between them. Her fingertips were starting to caress her pussy. I started stroking my dick as I created the image in my mind. I had a pretty good rhythm going, so much so that what happened next didn't interrupt me right away.

With a bump, the heavy door slid fully open. Allison was standing there, looking at me. I was so surprised that I didn't stop stroking myself right away. I also didn't immediately recognize that she was smiling at me. She had just caught me masturbating – and she seemed to be enjoying watching me. I guess I was so shocked by the realization slowly crossing my brain that it took me a few more seconds to realize that her trademark warm smile was the only thing she was wearing. The body I had been imagining lying in the bathtub was now on display in front of me. When I realized this, I became harder still. For years, I had tried to imagine what she looked like naked. Now, I was seeing her this way for the first time. She slowly walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She glided toward the shower door. Normally, the embarrassment of being caught masturbating would have been enough to make me lose my erection. At least, I would have stopped stroking. Not this time. The situation was unfolding slowly, dreamlike, and I was powerless to change anything I was doing. I continued stroking as she opened the shower door. Her voice was clear and cheery when she spoke.

"That looks like fun. Can I join you?"

I still can't believe I stood there, holding my erection, in front of Allison, listening to her. I was so stricken by what was unfolding that my eyes were not drawn to her breasts, not to the juncture of her thighs covered in light brown hair, but to her face. It took me a second or two to stammer, "Yes, uh ... Yes! Come in. Please."

Her smile became even brighter as she stepped into the shower. The water started to bead on her breasts (I finally managed to tear my eyes away from her face and sneak a peak) as she closed the door. The sound of the door closing was like a gong. The two of us were in the shower. Together. Naked. I was hard. I was still stroking myself. As this realization flowed across my distracted brain, I abruptly removed my hand.

"Don't stop. I like watching you. Please continue." She hugged her naked body to mine. We had hugged before, but there had always been clothes between us. Now, I could feel the warmth of her body, the smoothness of her skin, the hard bumps of her nipples pressing into my chest. My erection was sandwiched between our stomachs. I could feel her pubic hair against the bottom of my shaft and my balls. We were closer than we had ever been before. She put her arms around my neck. I instinctively placed my arms around her shapely waist. Her skin was slick and warm as the water cascaded over our bodies. I was mesmerized by the sight of the water sluicing in a thick channel between her lovely breasts. We looked into each other's eyes. She leaned up to my face and closed her eyes. I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers. The feeling was electric as our lips touched. I was kissing her! Naked, in the shower! My erection was throbbing, as if trying to burrow through her stomach to put my sperm in her uterus. Nervously, I tentatively opened my lips a little, pressing my tongue through them to touch her lips. To my surprise, I found her lips opening and she sucked my tongue into her mouth. I was exploring the inside of her mouth, our tongues locked into a wrestling match. She began to slide up and down a little. The effect was to stroke my dick with her slick stomach. A moan escaped her mouth, the sound muffled by my mouth. After a few minutes, our mouths parted. We gazed at each other, smiling, a little out of breath.

"I can feel how hard you are," she breathed.

I smiled. "I can't help it. Seeing you, feeling you,..." I meant to say My dick has a mind of its own, but my silver tongue turned back to aluminum with a Freudian slip. What I actually said to her was, "My dick has a plan of its own." When I realized what I had said, I panicked. She just smiled.

What she did next was yet another surprise (as if standing naked in the shower with Allison only hours after meeting her for the first time in 25 years wasn't surprise enough). She grasped my right hand with her left and delicately wrapped my hand around my throbbing shaft. She guided my hand in an up-and-down motion as she looked deeply into my eyes and said, "I want to watch you," with an expression that sounded so desperate it was almost pained. Then she turned us both around so her back was against the corner seat in the shower. She sat down, effortlessly extending her legs so each one was parallel to a shower wall. She was spread in a 90 degree angle, with the apex her dark-haired pussy. Seeing this, I remembered how she had studied gymnastics as a young teenager. She was apparently still quite limber. Next, her left hand folded around her right breast and her right hand descended to her lower lips. She gently caressed her slick breast, squeezing the hard nipple between her fingers. Her other hand was sliding up and down along her slit, pausing at the top ever so often to describe circles over her clit. I think my mouth hung open as I watched the girl of my fantasies masturbate herself in front of me. She brought me back to reality with, "Please, I want to watch you."

I gripped my dick harder and started stroking myself vigorously. With her seated, her breasts were about at the level of my dick. She had an excellent view of what I was doing and she was obviously enjoying it immensely. I, meanwhile, was torn between watching her one hand manipulate her breast and her other caress her pussy. I must have looked like I was watching a vertical tennis match, as my eyes moved up and down to take in both sights. As my excitement grew, I reached down with my left hand and tried to join her in fondling her right breast. When she realized what I was doing, she moved her hand to her left side. The position was a little more awkward for her, but this way both of her breasts were getting full attention. Her eyes closed a little.

"I'm starting to get close," I said, almost grunting. The vision before me was making it difficult to last any longer.

"Me, too," she said, almost whining. Her voice was growing in pitch as her fingers spent more time over her clit, now only straying down to her opening every five or six strokes.

I wanted to be sure she understood what was about to happen. I didn't want to startle her. "I'm about to shoot off."

"On my tits. I want to feel your cum, okay?"

I wanted to reply, but my dick spoke for me. Hearing her words was all it took to drive me over the edge. I was pretty worked up after the day we had together. I grunted softly as I felt my body tense up for the explosion. The first spurt leapt from the end of my dick so hard I felt like I was turning inside out. It landed on her lovely body, draping from the right side of her throat across the front to lay in the valley between her tits. I think I jerked with the throes of my orgasm, because the next rope of sperm landed on her face, across her mouth. Her mouth was open, her eyes almost closed as she moaned. The feeling of my sperm shooting onto her body had pushed her over the orgasmic cliff as well. Her tongue darted out and tasted the sperm that had landed on her lower lip. Seeing her tasting me gave renewed strength to the next spurt leaving my body for hers. This one hit from her nose, across her mouth to her left breast and hand. I was still stroking madly, but otherwise out of it. I felt as if I was watching the scene from afar. I don't know what was more pleasurable – the intense orgasm I was having or watching her orgasmic shudders intensify as each spurt hit her naked body. Finally, the spurting was reduced to a dribble. She seemed to really be enjoying my cum, so I leaned forward and wiped the last from the end of my cock onto her lips. Her tongue came out to claim the gift. She looked up at me, smiling through the lines of cum that were starting to be washed away by what spray wasn't blocked by my back.

"Wow," I said, really breathless this time.

"Yeah," she added.

That was about as coherent as either of us could be at that moment. The hand on her pussy was now moving slowly, as if massaging her lips. I wondered if the puddle on the seat was her cum, my cum or the spray from the showerhead. Probably all three.

I just stood there, taking in the delicious sight of her naked body. The room could have been on fire and I wouldn't have moved. I just wanted to look at her. She was looking up at me, obviously having a similar experience. It was almost five minutes before either of us spoke.

"Do you want to clean up?" I asked her.

"I guess I should, as long as I'm in the shower," she said with a small laugh.

I extended my hand to help her up. She took the proffered hand with her right. I almost got hard again right away when I realized how slippery her hand was. I helped her into the spray, then picked up the washcloth and soaped it up. Starting at her neck, I began to clean away what I had deposited on her. Most of it had washed away, but I was taking great delight in washing her body. My right hand held the small towel and scrubbed, my left following along to touch and caress. I worked my way down the outside of each arm, then back up the inside. When I finished, I took a really long time cleaning her breasts. I scrubbed her nipples with the towel. By the sight (and the sounds she made), she liked getting really clean. I washed her stomach, because I know I had leaked a lot of precum all over her there. Next, I held her body tightly against mine as I washed her back. The feeling of her soap-slick tits against my chest was getting me hard again.

"Someone is ready to play again," she sighed as she felt my dick between her legs, pressing up against her pussy lips.

My hands were now caressing the globes of her ass. After I had thoroughly explored that part of her body, I stepped back and knelt down so I could do a really thorough job on her pussy. This was the first time I had as close a look at her as she had had of me earlier. I was now completely erect as I studied her pussy. I washed over the lips and hair first. When I used my left hand to part her lips, she didn't jump. She moaned. I opened her, and washed – first with the towel then with my fingers to do a good job. She did jump a little when my fingertip passed over her clit. I reached behind me into the spray and rinsed the soap from my right hand. I ran my extended middle finger up and down her slit. On the third pass, at the bottom, I changed the angle of my finger and entered her. I gasped. She hissed. I couldn't believe how hot and wet she was. I stroked in and out a few times, then withdrew the finger. As I looked up into her eyes, I stuck the finger in my mouth and got my first taste of her. She grinned.

"Your dick jumped when you did that," she commented.

"I like the taste. I guess it got me even more excited," I replied.

"I didn't think you could get any more excited." Allison was looking directly at my dick now, not bothering with side glances while she pretended to be looking at my face.

I went back to washing her, enjoying the feel of sliding my hands up and down her shapely legs as my face stayed even with her pussy. I was trying to memorize how she looked there. I knew I probably wouldn't get another chance to see her like this and I wanted to be able to remember it when I was fantasizing about her in the future. Once I had washed her legs, I had her lift one up so I could delicately wash her foot. Then she shifted position and lifted the other foot. I liked watching her lips as her legs moved.

I stood up, reluctantly, when I finished. I did managed to rub as much of my body as possible against her wet skin on the way up. I could see it in her face when my dick slid along her pussy.

"My turn," she said slowly and seductively. She took the towel from me and washed my chest. It felt so good to have her hands on me like that. Between the feel of her hands and the sight of her tits bobbing as she worked, I was mesmerized. She took care of one arm, then the other. Next, she hugged me as she bathed my back and ass. As she passed the washcloth between the cheeks of my ass, I held her tighter. "Oh, so you like that. I'll have to remember that." Now it was her turn to kneel in front of me. She came face to face with my full erection and softly said, "Oh, wow. Your precum is actually flowing out. I've never seen a guy this excited before."

"What do you expect? I was being fondled by you," I offered.

"Flattery will get you laid," she promised.

She took my dick in her hand and sucked on the end, as if drinking my precum. It was a small flow, but enough to form a continuous stream from my tip to the shower floor. She only suckled on it for a few seconds, then took it out of her mouth to bathe me. I wouldn't have believed anyone could handle me there so gently. It was as if she was cradling a newborn kitten. She was so delicate and my dick was relishing the attention. I thought at one point that I would cum on her again and we would have to start cleaning up all over again. She washed and stroked, then held my dick up as her other hand cleaned my balls. Reaching back further, she scrubbed towards my ass. She again passed the washcloth over my opening, feeling my dick jump in her hand as she did it. After she giggled without looking up, she worked on my legs, then my feet. When she was finished, she put the washcloth on the seat behind me and stood up. Taking a clue from me, she rubbed against my body on the way up, but continued rubbing up and down when she was standing. "Mmmm, this feels even better than using my hands."

"Yesss," I agreed.

We rinsed off in the spray of the shower, then I turned it off and opened the door. Even with a shower that long, the mirror hadn't fogged up. I'd love to know what the hotel does to prevent that. I reached for one of the fluffy white towels and held it up as she stepped out of the shower. I dried her as thoroughly as I had bathed her. She took the towel from me and returned the favor. When we were both clean and dry, I expected to step out of the bathroom and get dressed. She wasn't finished with me yet. She looked up at me, put her arms around my neck, and began stepping backwards, pulling me with her, until her ass cheeks gently bumped the Corian vanity (I was watching her ass in the mirror from over her shoulder).

"It's okay. I'm on the pill."

As the implication of what she had just said sank in, she smiled shyly, took her arms from around my neck and lowered them to the edge of the counter. She lifted herself onto the countertop so she was sitting on the very edge, with her pussy barely hanging over the edge. She leaned back against the mirror and supported herself on her hands. Then she lifted her legs and spread them, one on either side, until she was almost doing a split on the counter. Ah, yes, I remembered, a former gymnast. I moved forward, my dick pointing the way so I wouldn't get lost. As I took the last step to press the end of my drooling dick against her lips, she reached with her right hand to guide me. She manipulated my dick to pull apart her wet lips, then pointed me a little further down until I felt the wet opening. We both sighed, almost groaned. Her grip relaxed and she only lightly guided as I pressed my hips forward, entering her wet passage. She was tighter than I was used to, but her wetness took care of any problems with the fit. I slid in slowly, relishing in every detail of her vagina. As I approached full insertion, she removed her hand and used both arms to support herself and she pushed her groin towards me. I was fully inside her, our hair mingling.