Regifting Ch. 01

As they spoke, Brad realized she hadn't changed much over the years. Certainly she had physically changed, but her conversation was just as sure as when they had lain in his bed. She had a maturity to her that was refreshing without being overpowering, her words flowing with ease as she described events of the preceding years.

Throughout their discussion Brad saw out of the corner of his eye a few people looking his way, unsure if they were looking at him or Nikki, but he wished they would either come over and say something or stop looking. As if to grant his wish, someone did come over, a middle-aged, paunchy man who introduced himself as Cal.

"I'm sorry for the interruption," he began, glancing between Brad and Nikki, "but my wife is a big fan of yours but she's too embarrassed to come over herself, so I'm the designated hitter," he joked. "Would there be any way she could have your autograph?" As if to press the point, he presented a small pad and held it out along with a pen.

"Sure, why not." Taking the pad and pen, Brad asked, "Who should I make it out to?"

"Carol," Cal replied, taking a longer look at Nikki who smiled back while waiting patiently for the event to complete.

"Here you go," Brad said, handing the items back to Cal who graciously accepted the items. Apologizing again for the intrusion, Cal thanked them both and went back to his table where his wife read the inscription, her expression of joy letting Brad know he had written the right greeting to a fan. Carol waved at him and Brad did likewise, giving the perfunctory smile before returning his attention to Nikki.

"So what's it like to be famous?" Nikki asked, taking a sip of her drink.

"If this is what you call famous, we have very different definitions of famous," Brad joked, watching her supple lips lightly latch on to then release the edge of the glass.

"You're more well known than I am," Nikki countered as she leaned towards him.

"And I'm all the glad for it," Brad answered, "because if more people knew how incredibly beautiful you are, I wouldn't be able to spend time with you."

Nikki all but blushed at the compliment, her bright smile bunching her cheeks in a decidedly girlish fashion. She tilted her head as she looked at him, an appreciative grin holding his attention for several moments before he took a sip which she followed suit.

"You know," she intoned, fingering her glass while glancing at the entrance to the restaurant, "we could probably use your celebrity status to bring her home."

Brad didn't catch what she meant by the comment until he turned his head and saw the girl at the desk checking in other guests.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, his eyes moving to look at Nikki who grinned before taking another drink.

"Haven't you ever wanted to be with two women at the same time?" Her question implied something Brad wasn't sure he wanted to pursue. Not that he hadn't thought about it, but he wasn't prepared to hear the suggestion come from Nikki.

"No answer?" she teased, taking another drink and watching his expression over the edge of her glass.

"No answer," was the reply, Brad checking the menu to change the subject.

The two continued to talk, and flirt, until their meals arrived, Brad ordering them a bottle of wine to finish their meals.

Looks were exchanged across the table as they ate, teenager-like laughs mixed in as they talked and enjoyed the others company. Partway through the meal Nikki excused herself and Brad admired her gentle curves swaying on her captivating legs as she walked away. Looking around, he noticed several other men in the room giving her the same attention. It was hard not to look at her, and he suppressed a smile at the attention she was receiving.

Minutes later he looked around and saw Nikki standing at the reservation desk talking to the girl. The two turned their heads and looked at him, both smiling and waving to him, Brad furrowing his brow in a questioning look but still giving a small wave in return.

The two continued to talk for another minute or so until Nikki gave the girl a brief hug then made her way back to the table.

"What was that about?"

"Nothing," Nikki casually answered as she took a sip of her wine, "just talking to one of your admiring fans."

Scrunching his mouth, Brad took his own drink, not sure what she was up to but going along with it.

After finishing their meals and a light dessert, Brad felt the time was right to end the night on a high note and suggested they head back.

"Whatever you say," Nikki giggled, finishing the last of her third glass of wine.

"Oh great, you're drunk," Brad kidded her as he stood, his own body feeling the effects of the alcohol as it coursed through him.

"Not drunk," she told him, "fuzzy."

Rolling his eyes, Brad extended his hand which Nikki took, no evidence of her compromised state evident as she tucked her arm in his as they walked.

As they made their way to the door, Nikki whispered to him, "Last chance," and nodded towards the girl at the desk who looked up and gave him a friendly smile before flicking her long, brunette hair over her shoulder. Brad smiled back while Nikki leaned against him more firmly.

"You're really into her, aren't you?" Brad mumbled out of the corner of his mouth, trying not to speak too loudly as they approached the girl.

"Just trying to have some fun," Nikki told him as they came abreast of the station and nodded at the girl. Moments later the two were out on to the sidewalk, the humidity of the night having risen as the temperature remained warm despite the nighttime hour.

"Spoil sport," Brad heard, and looked at Nikki who had a shitty grin on her face.

"Someone's feeling frisky tonight."

"Frisky?" was the cooed response. "Try horny." With that, Nikki stepped in front of Brad and stopped him, planting her mouth squarely on his. Her soft lips which he had watched earlier that evening sip wine were now pressed against his own lips, her tongue diving into his mouth, and he tasted the mix of her and the wine. She didn't force herself on to him, choosing to savor him as the people out on the comfortably warm night moved around them.

"Can't I have a little fun?" Nikki asked after breaking the embrace, giving him a mischievous look and a wink. "Besides, she was coming on to you."

"No, she wasn't," Brad told her, surprised at the open display of affection from Nikki while considering the possibility of her words, finally telling himself his imagination was running wild. The girl was being friendly, that was all. It was her job.

Giving a small shake of her head at the answer, Nikki encircled her arms behind his neck and laid her head on his shoulder.

"You smell good," she told him, pressing her nose against his neck and inhaling.

"Thanks. You're not exactly rotten eggs either," Brad joked.

Nikki laughed and lifted her head, telling him quietly, "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For tonight." A small peck on the lips followed, then a hug, her trim body melding to his.

"It was my pleasure," Brad answered. "Besides, I should be thanking you."

His hands slid over her exposed back, one momentarily dipping beneath the edge of the dress at the small of her back before he yanked it higher.

Nikki drew back, a knowing look on her face, then turned and took his hand as the two resumed their walk to the car. Up the elevator and across the floor they went, Nikki leaning against Brad now and then, the light click of her heels on the concrete echoing in the semi-enclosed space.

When they got to the car, Nikki leaned against her door and looked at Brad, her patented grin unmistakable as she blocked him.

"What?" Brad asked, his own grin appearing as he looked at her.

"Nothing," she teased before moving out of the way, her dress offering scant resistance as it slid against the car.

Shaking his head, Brad opened the door and Nikki took her time melting into her seat, exaggerating every motion so he could get a good look at her, even going so far as to let the hem ride high on her thighs once she was seated.

Going around to his side, Brad was barely seated before Nikki twisted towards him and kissed him, harder and longer than on the street. It had been a very long time since Brad had made out in a car and his eyes looked around as best they could to see if someone was watching them.

Nikki stopped kissing him and pulled back, her face inches from his and told him, "Drive," then returned to her side and stared straight ahead, her grin plastered to her face.

Quickly starting the car, Brad got them moving down the garage floors to the exit, taking two attempts before he got the ticket to slide into the machine then jamming his credit card into the slot and pounding the keys to approve the charge so the gate would let them pass.

Once out on the street and underway, Nikki placed a hand on top his as he shifted gears, Brad looking over to see her spotlighted under the street lights. She didn't look at him, her attention focused on the lights of the cars in front of them, her body posed in the seat for him.

As they entered the highway, she saw him look over his shoulder to make sure it was safe to merge and as his hand left the gear shift, pulled it across to her thigh.

Brad glanced at her, his hand giving a gentle squeeze in acknowledgment, Nikki smiling and moving her hips forward in the seat which caused her dress to ride higher. Though he was driving, Brad took a longer than normal moment to see where his hand was and moved it until his finger came into contact with the hem of the dress. Sliding his hand down a few inches, he felt the firm smoothness of her thigh, Nikki moving slightly closer to him in her seat before bringing his hand back up then reclining the seat back and closing her eyes.

Brad tingled as he touched her, the creamy skin of her inner thigh tempting him, thoughts of their previous time together coming back. Though driving, he had flashbacks of her then young body splayed on his bed, the sensation of her skin against his face, his hands sliding across her as he played with her.

His hand moved higher, pushing the dress back, his eyes darting to see more of her leg exposed, his hand mere inches from what was hidden. He couldn't believe how exquisite her skin felt and lightly rubbed his hand up and down her thigh.

When he took their exit he had to remove his hand, Nikki sitting more upright but making no attempt to straighten her dress, her erotic image conflicting with Brad's attempt to drive. As they came to a stop light he looked over at her, enthralled by the young woman and her carefree demeanor. He hadn't expected this, wanting only to be with her one more time but now imagining what else was going to happen that night.

After waiting for the red light to change, Brad launched the car with a quick squeal of the tires, continuing to accelerate and change gears as he raced through the gauntlet of lights he had to pass before leaving the main road.

Nikki held the door handle, her body rolling as Brad tossed the car through a series of short turns then a long S-curve, once or twice pressing her foot into the floor as she felt the car start to drift wide before they halted at a stop sign. The momentum of the car was still evident as they dutifully came to a stop only so long to meet the bare minimum requirement, the final dash to his house a short distance and not as raucous as the car came to a gentle stop in his driveway.

"Nice driving," Nikki quipped, turning in her seat to face him.

"Can't I have a little fun?" Brad joked, leaning in to give her a kiss.

Without the benefit of motion, the air in the car quickly became stuffy and Brad opened the door, went around to her side and helped her stand, making sure not to miss her legs as they extended to their full lengths. The hem of her dress was about as high as it could get and still be considered covering her, his attention fixated on the tempting sight as she left the car.

"Still can't get enough, can you?" she asked as she stood before him, her dress sliding down her thighs to its natural position.

"They're hard to miss," Brad told her.

"Give me a minute," Nikki said, reaching into her purse for her keys. Going to her car parked on the street, she retrieved a small duffel and came back to Brad who took it from her.

"I thought this was about having drinks," he said as he gauged the weight of the bag.

"We did. Now we're moving on. Besides, as you told us at your kitchen table, it's all fun and games until someone gets hurt." Under the silvery light of the half moon and the glow from a street light, Nikki's smile was disarming.

"Not much in here," Brad commented.

"I don't need much this weekend," she told him. "Just a few essentials."

It had been a while since Brad had been this excited, every nerve in his body on edge as his hand went to her back and guided her to his house.

Unlocking the door and letting her pass, Brad had barely made it inside and turned on the light before Nikki pounced to give him a hard kiss, letting the bag drop from his hand as she pulled off his jacket and let it fall to the floor.

"I have an idea," she quietly told him as she kissed his neck.

"Whatever you say," Brad answered, caught up in the moment of her lips sucking on his skin.

"How about we go skinny dipping?"

Brad's eyes flew open and he looked at her.

"What?!"

Smirking, Nikki told him, "Skinny dipping, meaning going swimming without clothes."

"I know what it means."

"Then why not?"

Why couldn't they? It was his pool after all, it was late at night and the moon was only half full. Why not?

"If you don't want to, I will," he heard her say as his internal debate progressed.

Driving the request home, Nikki took a few steps back from him and reaching behind her neck, undid the clasp to the ring holding up her dress. Pulling down on the thin material, her breasts exposed to the night air, she wiggled her body while pushing the dress over her hips and let it fall to the floor.

Clad only in her heels, she took a step to the side and gave Brad his first look at her more mature form.

Eyes wide as he stared, Brad's gaze traveled up and down several times as he took in her sight. The few short years since their last meeting had been kind to her, adding curves where desired while retaining her youthful trimness. Her breasts were more full, their attractive shape holding his attention until it fell to the almost bare triangle between her legs.

Seeing where his eyes were fixated, Nikki slowed walked towards him, her heels nearly soundless on the wooden floor as she eased her way into his personal space. Coming up to him, she leaned in, pressing her breasts into his chest and lightly kissed him.

Brad couldn't help himself, his hands going to the unbelievably sensuous arch of her back which fell away to the graceful curve above her ass. He felt his way down, feeling the smooth skin slide beneath him as he cupped her rounded shapes.

"I remembered how you like to touch," Nikki whispered as his hands roamed across her nude form. "I want you to touch me."

Taking several steps back, she crooked her finger at him to follow her, Brad's brain having lost its ability for thought and doing her bidding. She stepped lightly in her heels, finding her way to the other room, the light by the front door now softer as the shadows wrapped her body.

Standing in front of the couch, she crossed one leg in front of the other, placing her hands in front of her and turning her body slightly as he approached. She watched him close the distance, his eyes almost vacant as he tried to process what he was seeing, and waited for him.

With the same reverence he had given when he first touched her ass years ago, Brad went behind her and carefully placed his hands on her shoulders, the coolness of her skin quickly banished by the warmth of his hands. Down her arms they slid, following them to her hips where they slipped beneath her hands and rested on her thighs.

Nikki looked over her shoulder at him, giving him an approving grin, enjoying the slow exploration of her body by this older man. She hadn't realized how much she would miss his gentle yet strong touch until she went away to college where at best, a quick and furtive groping was the order of the day.

Not now. Though the humidity of the air cooled her skin, she felt warm as his fingers sought her out, dipping between her legs to feel the contrast of her smooth skin next to the small strip of pubic hair she had left.

"You are beautiful," Brad told her as he brought his arms up to wrap about her, her hands coming up to hold his arms and resting her body against him. He was hard, there was no denying it, and he pressed his hips into her as he nibbled on her collarbone and neck, then kissed her cheek.

Twisting her body around, Nikki faced him and began to unbutton his shirt, giggling as he continued to kiss her neck before landing on her lips. She raised her head to stave him off but this only gave him easy access and her body shivered as his continuing advances found their mark. Though there was a button or two remaining, she placed her arms on his shoulders and lulled her head to the side, the first time he did this to her now foremost in her thoughts as she let him do as he wished.

Reaching down and taking hold of the back of her thighs, Brad lifted her, Nikki's legs wrapping about his waist for support while her arms gripped his neck, then turned and half-walked, half-stumbled to the kitchen. With his elbow he flipped on the light, the two squinting under the harsh glare, and made his way to the table where he dropped her on to the cold surface.

As she sat, Brad worked to remove his shirt while Nikki's hands deftly undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Though not pretty, in moments they had him sufficiently disrobed that they could continue and without comment Nikki leaned back on outstretched arms and lifted her knees, Brad holding on to one leg while using his other hand to push his erect cock into her.

With gasping releases of breath the two paused, Brad holding both of her legs as they savored the feeling of being together after so many years, her pussy firmly enveloping him in its warm embrace before he pushed harder. She didn't lean forward to wrap her legs about his waist, instead preferring to remain reclining and looking down as she watched his cock slowly disappear inside her. She seemed almost fascinated by the act, only glancing up to look at Brad when he was almost fully inside her.

His hands holding tight to her legs, he pulled her forward, her body balanced on the edge of the table as their bodies adjusted to each other. With tentative steps Brad began to move his hips, her mouth parted as she watched herself be fucked, a look of concentration on her face as she moved her hips in time to his thrusts.

"Deeper," she asked, making a small adjustment to her stance. Inching closer to her, Brad pressed his hips forward until they met hers, his cock sinking into her depths until her body held him as Nikki bore down for a moment. When she released him it was accompanied by a satisfied sigh, her eyes closing momentarily as she savored the feeling of him inside her.

Looking at him, she told him, "Harder," her body trying to move forward to take him in as the table scraped against the floor. Distinctly contented feminine sounds slipped from her mouth as Brad pumped his hips and his cock slipped between her red, slippery lips.

"Fuck me," Nikki told him, her head falling back as she was taken, Brad increasing his pace and digging into her legs to hold her in place.

His two months of exercise now showed their worth, his deliberate breaths keeping him from faltering. The friction of their bodies drove him to pump his hips faster, his cockhead forcing her apart as he plunged into her.