Reconnecting

Her mind shifted to the time he had essentially seen her naked when she got soaked in the rain and had to change in their crowded office. She had realized how much she was showing and how she was probably quite a sexy sight to her young colleague. She so wanted to turn toward him topless, to ask him if he enjoyed looking just as she had once teased him about ogling her bottom, or asking if he wanted to play, or... Yet she had played it cool. She'd turned sideways just that bit, knowing he got a better look at her breast, knowing she was teasing and enticing him and then simply slipped into his gym shirt as if it was every day that she changed clothes in front of her office mate.

And then, there was the final party.

She was slowly getting undressed as her imagination and memories took over. She hadn't been dressed sexily tonight, just a pair of jeans and a sweater, but in her mind, she was back in her party dress and the sensuous bra, her body on fire. Once naked, her hands roamed her own breasts and sensitive nipples, the other hand slowly moving to the wetness between her legs. He had not touched her tonight, other than her hand and, briefly, her arm in the elevator. They had merely talked, in public, but still she found herself wet just from his closeness.

She remembered how turned on she had felt that night at the end of semester party. Tipsy, from the drinks, but especially aroused from the sight and feel of his body so close to hers. His muscular arms and shoulders and solid chest against her, hugging her in tightly from the front or standing behind her and pulling her in tightly from the back. He had nuzzled her neck, his hot breath on her feeling so sensuous and sexy. He was a good dancer, as was she, and she had loved being held and twirled and handled by him. She remembered feeling a bit embarrassed at how sexy and suggestive their dancing had gotten but had been unable to resist it and had let the mood take over. She'd let him feel and hold her breasts, partially exposed by the open neckline, her nipples protruding through the thin bra and her dress. She'd felt his hardness behind her and had naughtily let him know it by grinding her bottom against him as he pulled her close. He'd put his lips on her neck, definitely not just a friendly peck on the neck but a full-on kiss, even if it hadn't been on her lips. She hadn't dared to turn her head to face him at that moment, knowing that if she had the display wouldn't be appropriate even for an all adults gathering. Now, tonight, they were both single and she allowed her imagination and hands to take it further - withdrawing from the dance floor to a hotel room and giving into the temptation that she had barely been able to resist 20 years before.

Exhausted and satisfied after a thundering orgasm wracked her body, she was trying to go to sleep, but she kept thinking about tomorrow. Did he also want to get together again as she did? That last party had been just days before her return to Norway, and as she remembered it, they had ended the night with a long, sensuous hug. She hadn't stopped him initially from fondling her, her nipples tingling to his touch, but then had stopped him with a longing look of "if only... but we can't." It had been the right thing to do, to walk away at that time, as they were both attached. She knew he'd been very aroused that night, and knew he had probably gone home and fucked his wife silly while she'd had to take care of herself. She also knew that if he hadn't been such a gentleman, that if he had pushed just a little, she would have said yes and let him fuck her silly.

A few friendly emails had been exchanged initially after she'd returned to Norway to keep in touch but, after a while, their lives had taken over and they had not heard from each other in probably 15 years. Was he still as attracted to her as she still was to him? She was pretty sure she had felt a strong sexual tension between them tonight, but who really knew after all these years? At this age, she wasn't twenty-two anymore, should she be feeling this way? What would she wear if they had a chance to get together - and with no strings attached now - would they dare to take the plunge? Gradually she drifted off into a restless sleep, her imagination full of sexy images.

* * * * *

I did not have to rush forward after her presentation the following morning. I suppose I could have, but she was busy talking to so many others, I discretely hung back along the one side of the room. I assumed she had seen me, but kept an eye her way in case she hadn't, and a few short moments later she did indeed manage to come my way as the participants emptied the room and new ones were filing in for the next speaker.

"What are you doing for lunch?" I knew it was a bit early but hoped that perhaps we could get away before the crowds.

"Oh, sorry. I've got a lunch meeting, but I haven't got plans yet for dinner..."

"Sounds good, I don't either."

"Meet me -- say at the Chokolate Shoppe... at 7?"

"I can do that."

She smiled and patted my arm, her eyes on mine before she turned away.

* * * * *

I had not had much time to think about the dinner date but had felt an undercurrent of excitement ever since lunch time. I was not well rested, my erotic dreams of the night had me awakening thinking of Steve instead of my presentation. I was quite busy, talking with colleagues and customers following my presentation, but every time I slowed down, I again found myself thinking of Steve. Reluctantly I'd had to turn him down when he'd asked me to lunch. Finally, back in my room, I knew I just needed a quick shower and to touch-up my makeup and hair before heading out. I was not thinking of dressing fancy, but I knew I wanted to look my best.

In the shower, my mind drifted to the night ahead and I realized how hypersensitive my body was. Running my soapy hands over my slippery body, applying just a bit of added attention to my nipples, made me shiver with pleasure. When I ran my hand further down, I moaned at my own touch, finding my lips already swollen and my clit extra sensitive. I momentarily imagined it being Steve's hand and Steve's fingers caressing my most sensitive spot, imagined him being there with me, completing the fantasy that I'd walked away from so many years before.

Oh, come on now, get a hold of yourself, it is just dinner among old friends, my internal voice chimed in as I pulled my fingers away. I quickly stepped out, deciding not to daydream anymore, but focus on the night ahead instead. But the tingling feeling didn't go away, and neither did the hope that it would be more than just dinner.

When I applied body lotion a few moments later, standing naked by the bed but able to look at myself in the hotel mirror, I again found my hands lingering in sensitive places, my body shivering and wanting more. Could we really end up with each other tonight, or was it just wishful thinking in my head?

I didn't have a large selection of clothes to choose from as I hadn't planned on a date when I'd packed at home. I knew the smooth t-shirt bra that I chose was a good fit under my top, but then after looking at myself in the mirror, took it off again and decided to go with the gauzy non-padded bra. I told myself I liked that bra because it was comfortable and didn't take much room in my suitcase, but now, as I ran my hands over my breasts, feeling myself through it, I blushed knowing that the real reason I had chosen it was because it felt so sensuous. Just the slightest touch had my nipples at attention, and I knew they would slightly peek through the sleek, powder pink sweater I was going to wear. I don't have a sexy dress with me, but at least I can wear a fetching top, I mused.

It was about two years after my husband died that I began packing that sexy bra when I went to these events. For my business meetings and presentations, I always wore the padded bra to give myself as professional an appearance as possible, hiding my nipples to keep from distracting my male colleagues should the temperature or my libido cause them to fail to behave. But tonight, I wanted to look sexy, I wanted Steve to desire me, to take us both back to where we left off at the end of that Christmas party so many years before.

I never planned on hooking up with someone at business meetings. I never had, at least until tonight, but I knew that tonight was exactly the reason I'd packed this bra again and again. I looked at myself in the mirror, slipped my sweater on and, as expected, my sensitive nipples were still faintly visible.

Letting my eyes drop I smiled bemusedly to myself as I realized I had been so intent on dressing in my bra and sweater that I was still naked from the waist down. I had multiple choices, but chose a cheeky-style panty, hoping that perhaps Steve would appreciate it later.

Looking in the mirror, I twisted and turned, checking myself from all angles; a nice-fitting pair of slacks, heels and the lightweight, soft sweater that clung nicely to my body. I shivered again and felt fairly satisfied that the outfit accentuated my curves nicely, yet was subtle and in line with my usual simple style. A few strokes of powder to my slightly flushed face, some red lipstick, and I was ready to go. I picked up my warm sweater and glanced into the mirror once more, finding everything was perfect, pulled the door open and stepped out.

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* * * * *

I stepped into the Chokolate Shoppe and found Tina already there. She rose to greet me, explaining that she had arrived just moments before I did.

The slim, beautiful, sexy co-worker that I remembered was now a mother of two, but to me she was still as slim and beautiful and sexy as she had been so many years before. Tonight, she had dressed appropriately for the chilly weather outside, but perhaps also to entice me? Whether it was intentional or not, she did. A form fitting short-sleeved pink sweater hugged her body, two perky nipples slightly showing through and accenting her bust. She had shared an office with me for a semester, and I knew she was acutely aware of her body and how she looked. I thought back to that afternoon where she'd gotten drenched, and the color of her plain white bra had been slightly visible through her professional white blouse, but with it and her blouse drenched it had not been enough to prevent me seeing the color of her nipples. Coming back from the lake her nipples had been visible through her shirt, but that night she'd been braless. And of course the night at the party, her cleavage on display, that one time at the party where I'd filled my hands with her breasts, feeling them through her barely-there dress. Her nipples had been hard that night, protruding through what I had to assume was a thin, perhaps sheer, bra as I'd barely been able to detect it until she had momentarily allowed me to slip my hand into her dress, into her bra and onto her breast to fondle her. I couldn't help but wonder if tonight she'd knowingly again chosen a bra like that to entice me.

The sweater was matched with long black slacks which, as we again stood up in the Chokolate Shoppe to step out and find a taxi, I also found accented her bottom. "You look really nice," I complemented as she stepped forward and my arm went around her in a hug.

"You look pretty good yourself," she responded and then leaned up and kissed me. Just a quick peck, but it was a kiss on the lips. She'd kissed me so many times before, the quick European peck on the cheek of greeting that is so common, but this had been deliberate.

I wanted to tighten my arm around her, pull her tight and extend the kiss to more. I wanted to pull her to me, run my hands over her body, but instead I acted the gentleman, stepped back and held out my arm. "Shall we?"

She reached back and retrieved a heavier sweater from the back of the chair. I'd been outside earlier, and whereas it had been chilly and windy in the afternoon, it was much chillier now although the wind had died down. A taxi was idling outside the hotel, seemingly waiting for us. She slid into the back seat, stopping in the middle, and I slid in behind her. I gave the driver the name of the restaurant.

Tina shivered beside me and then leaned against me. "It's cold out there!" I raised my arm and she slid closer against me, another shiver running through her. I draped my arm over her shoulder and her shivers disappeared as she absorbed the heat of my body.

~

It was two and a half hours later, but had felt like just minutes, when we again slid into the back of a taxi. We had waited outside for several minutes after dinner before our taxi pulled up. When I again slid in behind Tina into the back seat, my arm went onto the back of the seat behind her and she turned slightly toward me, snuggling against me, a shiver racking her body. I gave the driver the name of the hotel, looked back at Tina, and found her face looking up expectantly.

Her eyes closed as my mouth bent to hers and she gave herself to me in a kiss. My other hand slid behind her arm to hold her closer, but there was no resistance as she melted into my embrace. Her mouth opened to me, her tongue acceding to my insistence and slid into my mouth. A shiver ran through her body and I pulled away from the kiss. "Cold?" I whispered.

"Not anymore."

"I've dreamed of doing that for 20 years."

"I've wanted you to do that for 20 years."

My hand was rubbing her arm, and I so wanted to slip it forward onto her breast but for some reason I glanced forward, catching the eyes of the driver flicking away from the rear view mirror and realized he'd been watching. I didn't feel the need to give the driver his voyeuristic thrills, so instead of slipping my hand directly onto her breast I slid in alongside it, under her arm, and bent to kiss her again. This time her hand went behind my head to hold me and I found my tongue sliding into her mouth.

"I'll be right back," she said as we stepped into her room. I hadn't had to decide whether we were going to my room or hers. She had reached over and pushed just the one button on the elevator when we got on and had taken my hand as the door opened at her floor, leaving no doubt.

I shrugged my coat off and, instead of just dropping it in a chair, slid the mirrored closet door open and put my coat on a hanger. I stepped into the toilet after she came out and, moments later, found Tina standing outside the bathroom door where she was just finishing hanging her own sweater. Her hand went to the mirrored closet door, pushing it closed, her eyes rising in the mirror and meeting mine as our reflections and the room appeared.

Stepping forward just that little bit necessary to close the gap between us, I reached up and put my hands on her shoulders. I ran my hands down her arms to her elbows, holding her in place as I stepped forward and pressed myself against her back. Leaning my chin across her shoulder, her head tilted back to mine, accepting the nearness, allowing me to nuzzle against her neck.

My hands caressed her arms before I slipped them forward and once again filled my hands with her breasts, knowing that this time she was going to let me fondle her for as long as I wanted. A shuddering exhalation escaped her mouth, a shiver coursing through her entire body, as my fingers found her nipples. Barely visible nubs protruding through her sweater to begin with, as my hands slipped further down her body, searching for the hem of her sweater, her nipples were now easily twice as large. My fingers found the bottom of the sweater and she made no effort to stop as I began lifting it from her body. I collected it as I lifted, and when I reached her breasts her arms lifted to help me lift it off.

"Oh my God," I whispered in her ear after dropping the sweater to the floor beside us. "So gorgeous, so sexy," I continued as my hands returned to her breasts. I let my fingers trace around her nipples and areolas, plainly visible through the sheer bra, and then pulled back a bit and glanced down to find the clasps. Seeing nothing I looked back and realized there was a single hook between her breasts. Moving my fingertips together I released the clasp and pulled the cups back to expose her bare breasts to my eyes and, moments later, to my fingers. "Oh My God, Tina, I've imagined this so many times since you got drenched in that rainstorm." Another shiver ran through her body as my fingers pinched her bare nipples, her right hand reaching behind her body and finding my erection in my pants. I had grown down a pant leg, hung up on my underwear, and now I reached back and one-handed straightened my cock, so it was upright against my stomach.

Tina's hand had barely moved to allow me to straighten myself, now her eyes closed as her hand gripped my erection through my pants. I turned my head to her neck, my lips finding and nibbling on her ear, eliciting even more shivers. When I moved my fingers on her nipples, she quivered. As I moved my mouth on her ear, she shivered. When I slowly slid my left hand down her belly, her stomach constricted and pulled back, easily giving me a gap to delve further down into her pants and panties. I slipped my fingers inside to do exactly that, but then I stopped and began to work the button and zipper of her pants instead. The button refused to budge one handed, and realizing what was happening, and simultaneously confirming her complete agreement to what was happening, Tina's free hand came to the front of her pants and held the opposite side in place while my pulling freed the button. Once the button freed, the zipper on her slacks easily slipped down.

Tina's slacks were quite form fitting, but with the button and zipper free it gave me ready access. There was now nothing to prevent me from easily slipping my hand into her panties, and I did. My fingers found the top of her panty and I caressed along it momentarily, teasing as she knew where I was headed, until finally I flattened my hand and slid it down inside her waistband.

I had never seen Tina totally naked, nor seen her pussy before, but was not surprised to find my fingers encountering nicely trimmed pubic hair. Tina's excitement at my touch was palpable, her intake of breath as my fingers began to explore beneath her pants telling me that she also was more than ready for this. I slid my hand as far down as I could, not trying to penetrate or caress, just feeling the warmth and roundness of her mound, the soft and supple skin of her labia. Drawing my hand all the way back out, I relinquished my right hand rolling her nipple and reached two handed to work her slacks down. Gripping both sides, she wiggled her bottom in a practiced move, helping me easily slide her pants down her legs as I gradually dropped to my knees in front of her. I used my hands to slide her slacks to just above her knees before she raised a leg, allowing me to remove one pant leg, and then the other.

Now naked except for her panties, I could easily have leaned forward and kissed her belly and with just a bit of lowering have kissed her panties. I sensed the heat emanating through them, or perhaps I smelled her heat and arousal, but for now I refrained from her obvious desire. Instead I stood and, as she straightened up, I turned her in my arms, my mouth again lowering to hers as my hands filled themselves with her bottom. Half of her bottom was already bare, but the tight-fitting French cut cheeky panties didn't stop my fingers from slipping under the edge to fill themselves entirely with the flesh of her buns. Pulling away from the kiss, I sucked her lip between my teeth momentarily before relinquishing her mouth and whispering, "Every day you teased me with this ass. Turning and sliding it across the edge of the desk right beside me..." With my hands gripping her naked globes I pulled her close against me, my erection pushing against her belly, until I pulled my hands from under her panties and slipped my thumbs over the top. Downward pressure was just like with her slacks, her panties easily slid down, except that as soon as they cleared her bottom her panties virtually fell free. She didn't need my hands to help, she slithered her feet out, now standing completely naked in my embrace.