Deanne and I Reunite

Author's Preface:

This is an expansion story to the four part "Deanne and Me" series which I wrote between 10/22/2009 and 08/22/2010 (they're all published here on Literotica).

If you don't recall the interesting scenario that occurred in those stories:

Back in 2009, Art had been introduced to this lady named Deanne. She was injected into his life when, as a Corporate Manager, she had been sent to take him to Hawaii so she could train him for his new capacity within the company.

The two of them became close friends almost immediately and are still friends to this day.

Over the years as he moved higher and higher up the corporate ladder, he and Deanne had interacted through their job duties, and have stayed connected personally by chatting at least once a week via text and Social Media. They had never been able to get schedules arranged to accommodate them getting together privately in person again, which didn't please either of them.

Once in a while as the years passed by, he recalled with great pleasure, some of the intimacies they enjoyed so often during those two weeks of his training. Yes, he jacked off more than one time when recalling some of the things they did.

Deanne is several years younger than Art and was still working for the same company, to the best of his knowledge. As far as he knew, she is the head honcho of the entire call center division, responsible for the activity within every one of the numerous call centers the company has. (Unknown to Art, Deanne had taken early retirement just a few months ago and she had decided to secretly try to locate him.)

During the years he worked at the call center, he eventually became in charge of the call centers in the eastern half of the contiguous forty-eight states, and communicated often with Deanne. He knew he had stronger feelings for her than he probably should, and even to this day he always makes certain to have a 'proper' picture of Deanne in the living room of his home. He has several 'naughty' pictures of her in his bedroom, and more in storage.

Around 2011, he bought the property and the house he now lives in and after having retired at the age of sixty-two, Art had made a few attempts to make connections to go see Deanne, but none of them ever materialized because of one reason or another.

He figured she had some 'hunk' in her life and hadn't told him to 'protect his feelings' as she would say, so he didn't try super hard. She never gave any indication either way to him during any of their conversations about her relationship status, and he never directly asked her. She was so sexy, smart, and fun to be with that he couldn't imagine her staying single like he had. Yes, it's undeniable that he has 'carried a torch' for her since they first became acquainted.

Okay. Now, let's fast forward to the present day:

Having completed putting the last of the recently washed dishes into the cupboard, Art went downstairs to the basement where he had a model railroad set up. This was quite a layout and he had been working on it for many years, having started it almost immediately after moving into this home.

Several hours quickly passed as he was deeply involved in the endless pleasure of 'playing' with his trains. Looking at the clock, he reluctantly decided he had better go upstairs and start working on the revisions to the computer script for the website he has.

It was a little after 8:00PM as he booted up the laptop and then went to the kitchen. After brewing a pot of coffee, which was still his choice of drink when script writing, he carried a cup full of the black magic liquid back with him and placed it on the cup warmer beside his laptop.

The revisions were going very well, but he again had to stop for a moment to go drain out some of the several cups of coffee he had drank. Returning to the laptop, just as he was ready to sit down, something very odd happened.... the doorbell rang!

"Who the devil is that at this hour?" he asked himself while putting on his robe. You see, he is almost always nude when at his very secluded and isolated home, but he kept robes in various places in case something like this ever happened. His home was so isolated that in all the years he had been there, only once did an unexpected person show up -- now twice.

Grasping one of his revolvers that he has placed in strategic locations, he slipped it into the pocket of his robe. His hand calmly gripped the handle and his trigger finger was in the 'ready' position as he reached for the doorknob.

"Who's there?" he loudly asked as his hand then went to the deadbolt on the door.

Having opened the door before hearing a response, he was quite surprised to see a lady standing there in front of him. She was very attractive and he'd guess maybe three to five years younger than him. The light from the LED porch light hid little of this lady's shape as she stood there in a nicely contoured dress that ended just above her knees.

He smiled slightly and ask, "what's up?"

His internal, silent answer was, 'amazingly, my cock!' as he felt the tip of his rarely hard cock brushing against the material of his robe while his body surprisingly graced him with about half of an erection.

"Excuse the rudeness of my interruption, I didn't think I'd be here this late," said the lady as she blushed ever so slightly and grinned. "I see you're in your robe," she added.

"Only because I had to answer my door," he said in a tone that gave a slight indication of his cautiousness but left little doubt about his displeasure of being disturbed. Continuing to look at her while waiting for an explanation as to the reason she came to his home, especially so late at night, he realized he felt oddly comfortable around her. He was quite aroused too, so that, he figured, could be why he felt so at ease.

"I'm so sorry," she began. "I'm looking for a gentleman by the name of Art," she cautiously stated. "I was told you might be him," she continued with as her voice trailed off into silence.

While that shocking confession from this lovely vixen at his door sunk in, Art stood there, silent, desperately trying to figure out if he knew her, and how he knew her, if he did.

"And you are...." he asked.

With a nervous laugh, she answered, "Oh! I'm sorry! How very dumb of me... I'm Deanne," as she reached her hand out to shake his hand.

It was like nothing he had ever experienced before when he heard that. He now knew without any doubt, after hearing her accent and the way she pronounced certain words, that this lady was in fact, who she claimed to be. Even though her hair was styled much differently now, her mannerisms and hand gestures as she talked confirmed her identity to him.

A huge smile that could never be suppressed instantly covered his face. He stepped toward her and stretched out his arms, slipping them around her waist. She responded similarly by grabbing him in a hug.

"Oh Deanne, I don't believe this! It's so great to hold you again! How - - When -- Oh Sweetheart, I love you!" he babbled uncontrollably as their embrace continued.

"I've missed you terribly! Thought I'd never see you again!" she replied, still in a mutual embrace.

After several moments, they let go of each other and just stood there, staring and smiling at each other for a few seconds.

"Come in! Come in!" he exclaimed as he lifted her single suitcase and stepped aside to clear the doorway for her to enter through.

"You're a hard man to find," she remarked as she entered his home.

"Not very often anymore," he replied comically, referring to his decreased sex drive.

"Oh, I've missed your dirty mind so much!" Deanne giggled, "but I don't recall you NOT being hard very often," she continued with a grin on her face.

Setting her suitcase down and closing the door, he looked at Deanne and shook his head.

"We sure had some wonderful times together, but those were days of long ago. Things have changed with me, and not for the better, I'm afraid to say," he said to her. "Have a seat!" he exclaimed as he motioned toward the sofa. "Do you want anything to drink? Something to eat?"

"Well, I remember those fabulous rum and cola's you made. Can you do one of those perhaps?" was her request as she sat down and flattened out her skirt which had risen high enough to expose more than half of her thighs.

"I'll sure give it a try!" he stated as he began walking toward the kitchen.

It was so against her nature to snoop, and she tried to not look around much, but her curiosity got the better of her and her eyes began scanning the living room. She noticed he had a lot of railroading memorabilia, signs, and nick-naks set about throughout the room.

She continued her casual scan and then saw something that shocked her to the extent of her not being able to believe what she was seeing.

Just then, Art walked back in with two glass and some snacks on a tray. He sat the tray on the cocktail table and offered her drink to her. When she didn't acknowledge he was there, he looked at her more closely and noticed she was staring across the room. He followed the path of her stare and then understood what was going on.

"I've never put that picture away. It's always been where I can see it because you look almost as lovely in that picture as you do in person."

"Well, thanks," she said in disbelief. "You know, what really shocked me is the fact I have the very next picture we took that day. It's only of you and it's in my living room back home!" she explained. "I'm very surprised and quite flattered that you kept that picture," she softly said while raising her glass to her lips to take a sip.

"Deanne, I don't know if you were aware of it or not, but I really fell hard for you back then. You were like a custom made person for me -- mentally, physically, and sexually. Over the years that have passed, I've never found anyone that makes me anywhere nearly as happy as you did," he finally admitted to her as he stared intently at the floor. "I have every picture I ever took of you," he concluded as he turned to look at her.

She was smiling ever so brightly and had already put her drink on a coaster on the cocktail table. Her hands rose and cupped his face as she stared into his eyes. "I wasn't ready, and I did knew how you felt. That's why I was surprised to see my picture there."

They sat there in silence for several seconds before almost instinctively they began to lean toward each other for a quick kiss.

Time went by very quickly as they talked about everything and anything. Eventually, Art noticed it was two thirty in the morning!

"Do you see what time it is?" he asked her as he nodded his head toward the clock on the wall. "I bet you're exhausted! You're not going to drive to your hotel tonight, are you?" he asked hesitantly, knowing how once she had her plans in her head it was almost impossible for anyone to change them.

She lowered her head a little and chuckled lightly. "Well. I didn't get a motel room yet -- You see; I planned on finding your place a whole lot earlier than I did, then I thought we'd go out to dinner. Then I was going to just play it by ear about sleeping arrangements," she said almost ashamedly. "You know; you have a very difficult place to find, and you're not well known around here, and yes, I'm tired, I'll admit that," she added softly.

Before he could speak, she asked, "How long ago did you get this place anyhow? It's fantastic!"

He began explaining to her that he cherished seclusion and had become quite the recluse over the years, especially since retiring. He also admitted that it didn't surprise him that not many people around knew him or knew of him because that was how he wanted it, and he was glad to know that he was difficult to find.

He then continued to tell her he had bought the place about eight years ago and owns a little bit over one hundred acres with not even a fourth of it cleared. He also told her about the pond on his property, and that he had recently found a shallow cave!

Standing up and grabbing the tray of untouched snacks, he asked, "How long are you here for, Sweetheart?"

Now also standing, she stepped out of his way so he could go to the kitchen. She followed him as she answered. "I'm not really certain at this point, how long I'll be staying but I'm willing to bet you'll want me out before long. I know I'm not easy to put up with most of the time."

Turning to face her, he said very calmly, "don't bet too much on that! I'm sorry to say that you'd lose that bet!"

He stepped over to her and slipped his arms around her waist, giving her a gentle but strong hug. "So. Would I win if I bet you and I are going to be sleeping together, for at least a little while?"

With a smile and a kiss, she confirmed that he would win.

"There is a guest room if you want your own space, but you're more than welcomed to stay in my room with me," he said. "Come on. Let me give you a five cent tour," he continued as he grasped her hand and started off.

"Here's the common bathroom," he stated as he walked past a door, lightly knocking on it as they walked past.

"And then here's the Master Suite," he said as he opened the double doors to a magnificent and quite spacious bedroom.

"Oh wow!" she gasped in amazement as she stepped in and looked around the room. She saw a very large whirlpool in the corner of the room, adjacent to a door that she perceived as the Master Bath. There was a little bit more railroad memorabilia on the walls and tables, and a California King bed. Seemingly there were acres of closets, plus a separate, really large dressing room

"If you want to shower or shit, there's the place," he said pointing to the door adjacent to the whirlpool. "If you need to piss, you'll have to go outside."

She was stunned. This lavish house and she had to go outside to.... "wait a minute!" she thought to herself. "Sounds like he's being a smart ass again!"

"Not me, buddy!" she retorted, trying to sound very disgusted. "I'll just piss in the tub!" she said, actually sounding quite serious.

They both began to laugh at about the same time, realizing neither of them were serious with the other.

"Sweetie, in all seriousness, if you're not wanting to shower right now, just make yourself comfortable because I'm going to take a quick shower."

Looking at him with her 'shy girl' face, she she said, "Or," as she started to unbutton her dress. "We could shower together, right? I mean; the shower's large enough, isn't it?" she finished asking as her dress fell to the floor and clumped around her ankles. Since she was usually without a bra, and this time being no exception, she was now once again, totally naked in front of Art. She watched him scan over her body and was happy to see that his cock was beginning to get hard and was starting to rise.

"You are so sexy!" he said as he took the few steps toward her. Pulling her tightly against him, she felt his excitement pulsating against her abdomen and her hands went around him, grabbing him by the ass and pulling him even more tightly against her. They stood there for a minute, her getting more and more excited as his cock constantly throbbed against her. She wanted to have him inside of her -- and soon!

He was holding her tightly and cherishing the sensation of his erect penis throbbing against her soft, warm skin. He moved his hips ever so slightly and his cock released a large amount of pre-cum. His craving for her grew and his cock got harder! He wasn't sure how he wanted to enjoy her first -- doggie, missionary, back door, or orally, but he wanted her!

"Let's go," Deanne suggested as she began to take him to the open, no door shower stall. The walls had smooth, cut faux stone on them, and there was a large shower bench. She guessed probably nine or so shower heads were mounted on the three walls, plus one above the archway into the shower as well as two 'rain heads' in the ceiling. She couldn't wait to get the water flowing and the fun going.

After showing her the various ways to set-up the shower, he told her to set it however she wanted. Ultimately, she ended up having a gentle, soaking rain type of shower -- one that was like the rain they got caught in when making love in a secluded area on the beach in Hawaii during the young day of their relationship.

As the warm water cascaded down from the ceiling and gently sprayed from the wall shower heads, his cock grew harder than he remembered it being for a long time. The swollen head of his re-born sexual tool brushed against her skin as she turned her back to him, positioned herself perfectly in alignment with his upright cock, then pushed her heavenly mounds back again him, forcing his shaft to slip between her ass cheeks. The water not only allowed his shaft to slide easily into her crack, but invited him to enjoy her even more.

She loved feeling his excitement rubbing up and down her ass crack as it throbbed continuously. Anything he desired from her, she'd be willing to do. If he wanted anal, that was fine. A rear entry into her attention starved pussy -- fine by her. Use her ass crack as a masturbation aide -- no problem. She knew that whatever he chose now didn't matter as far as her pleasure goes because she'd be getting her full allotment of satisfaction when they got to the bed. That was one thing she always respected about Art -- he never once had pleasured himself without making sure she got as much or more pleasure in return. She was secretly hoping he'd do oral on her. She remembered how he satisfied her so often with his magical mouth.

As she was fixated on the memories of him giving her pussy pleasure by mouth, she barely noticed that he had opted to cum in her crack. The realization of his decision was only evident to her after hearing his loud moan of delight, and the virtually instantaneous warm feeling in her ass crack as his release flowed freely.

When he was done, she turned around and squatted down, taking his already soft and short cock into her mouth, sucking every drop of cum off it that she could find. Once finished, they did a quick wash up and was soon in bed snuggled up tightly together.

They lay there and conversed about some of the countless times they had enjoyed sex with each other, and she waited patiently. She was really hoping he would soon have his head between her legs -- she was dripping wet and getting even more horny.

She smiled to herself when he said he had to make a trip to the can. He always did that before he'd go down on her. She never asked him why, but she also knew he had never had to stop to go to the bathroom while he was doing her orally, which was something not every man she had received oral sex from could honestly say.

When he returned to the bed, he slid on his chest from the foot of the bed up toward the head of the bed, seperating her legs as he went. He didn't stop until his face was just a fraction of an inch away from her highly excited pussy.

He lifted his head to look at her. "Well, since I'm here, do you mind if I stay a while?" and then gave her pussy a very quick but thrilling lick with his tongue. She involuntarily squirmed a little and he did it again. And again. And again.

She was enjoying every lick from his tongue and was anxiously awaiting the initial 'tongue on clit' moment. That first contact of his tongue against her clit always sent shivers of pure ecstasy through her, and it had been missing from her life for a long, long time.

Just as she went to reach down to rub her fingers through his hair, it happened. The stiffened tip of his warm, wet tongue glided over her hardened sex starter. Her body actually jerked as an uncontrolled reaction to the extreme pleasure of feeling his tongue touching her hard button. She didn't know how or what he did down there, but she knew he was damned good at it and usually made her have several orgasms.