Susan and the Nostalgic Journey

Seems marriage number one only lasted a little more than two years, number two was a rebound relationship that produced her child, but turned abusive. So after moving away from him she went back to school and followed, and then exceeded, her father's footsteps in aeronautics. She now lived in Texas, and worked for a major Defense contractor.

I replied back with my info; still single, Defense employee, Masters in logistics and management, and world traveler. And, coincidently, would be in Texas in two weeks for a conference. She almost instantly replied back that she, too, was attending and presenting at a conference on aerodynamics, could it be the same event? An excited chill ran through me. Yes, I replied, I was attending the very conference she'd be at, and sat there staring at the computer screen, wondering about the possibilities.

A short time later I recieved a short note from Susan, giving me her phone number and asking me to call her the next afternoon. After the last large gulp of wine, I closed the laptop and laid down for the night. Any chance I was going to sleep was quickly erased as my mind was spinning. How did she look? Would she like my appearance? Did she still hold those strong feelings involving us? Did I?

The next morning I was on a plane back home. The hotel checkout, airport security and entire plane ride were all a blur until the solid bump of the wheels touching down brought me back to reality.

I waited until 6:30 p.m. local time before calling Susan. Her voice sounded pretty much the same as I remembered, maybe a little more mature. We spoke about all things in general, how've you been, what's new and looking forward to seeing each other in two weeks. After an hour and a half, we bid each other goodbye until the conference, where we'd have more time to catch up, face to face. We'd both be staying at the Grapevine resort where the conference was being held, and without any real purpose, told her the location was fortuitous for me since all my hotel "miles" were with them, and I always received upgrades. In this case, it was a luxury suite.

The day of the conference I was already in the meeting room when Susan walked in. Not surprisingly, she was dressed in smart, stylish business attire that accentuated her now-mature form. Beautiful as always, with sparkling light blue eyes, her hair was just a tad shorter than I'd last seen, with soft brunette curls highlighting her face. Her figure was just a little fuller, gone were the slim hips and a more rounded hourglass shape had emerged. Even her breast area looked a little larger, maybe fuller. If I had to guess, Susan had probably added ten pounds, and it was distributed proportionally well.

I crossed the room to where she was conversing with others, when she excused herself and stepped way from them, more towards me. Trying to act as professionally as possible in our current environment.

I extended my hand and said, "Good morning Susan."

I noticed a fleeting look of disappointment at my hand, and then realizing our public setting, with a wide smile she replied back cheerfully, "Good morning to you as well!"

Looking deeply into her eyes I could see moisture beginning to well up. I softly shook my head as if to say to her, "please don't cry, at least not here."

Simultaneously, we both pulled into a firm, squeezing hug while trying to maintain all the professionalism we could muster.

Susan's mouth felt warm on my neck as she said, in a softly trembling voice, "Where did you go?"

My nose was in her hair, just above her ear, inhaling that now refamiliar smell, when I replied in a whisper, "It's all right, we're both here now."

I felt her shiver momentarily, and realizing our public show, we each quickly pulled back to arm's length, looking deeply into the eyes of the other.

"It is so good to see you again," she said emphatically.

"And you as well, Susan," I replied. "You as well," I said with emphasis.

We released our gentle grip from one another and backed away a step or two, still looking deeply, lovingly, at each other. Soon, the announcement came for the conference to begin, and we both went to our assigned seating areas. But even as we moved about the room and conversed with others, we both knew where the other was as we couldn't keep our eyes off each other.

Following the mundane opening and some interesting, and other not so interesting presentations, the group took it's first fifteen minute break. Which typically turn into half hour breaks as there usually aren't large-enough facilities and folks conduct informal business discussions.

As soon as everyone stood, I saw Susan heading over my way in a determinedly quick manner.

"Can I speak to you for a minute," she asked?

"Certainly," I replied as I guided us to a nearby vacant corner. "What's up?"

"This is somewhat embarrassing," she said almost ruefully, "but I have what one might call a 'wardrobe malfunction', and I could end up, well, putting on an unwanted show, if you know what I mean."

"Unwanted by who," I asked?

Immediately catching my humor, she lightly smacked my left shoulder, and with a grin said, "I can't check in until after three. Is it possible to borrow your room key so I can properly address this?"

I was reaching into my suit jacket pocket before she'd even finished asking, and handed it to her, saying, "1107."

She thanked me with a smile and turned to leave.

"Let me know if I can do anything to help," I nearly yelled out.

Susan turned her head and smiled back at me at she was walking away, and shook her head as if to say, "I can't believe you just said that." Or was it, "Sure, come on up and 'help'."

As the conference restarted I noticed Susan hadn't returned yet. Must have been a serious malfunction, I surmised. About twenty minutes later she quietly came back into the room. As an attractive woman, almost all eyes were on her as she made her way to her seat. She was probably used to people looking, even staring at her, but I guess it can be a nuisance if you're receiving unwanted attention. Or if a hundred people are watching you at the same time. Including me.

But, as I knew she would, Susan handled the situation with class, and looked up at me with a smile as she took her seat before turning her attention to the speaker. I kept looking at her, and after a moment or so she looked back over to me. We locked eyes for several seconds, before she looked down and then smiled broadly, before returning her look at the presenter. I'd long since tuned him out, and it took a few minutes before she glanced back over to me, then back to the front as she straightened her shoulders.

Lunchtime came much too slowly, and the event organizers began marshaling us over to an adjoining room set up for dining. Before breaking, they encourage us to break from our usual inner circles and get to know some of the other attendees. That was easy, I'd lunch with my favorite Defense contractor.

As I approached Susan in the now-forming lunch line, I asked, "Is everything okay?"

She looked surprised initially, and the with a soft laugh said, "Oh, that. Yes, all's well," as she demonstrably ran her hands up and down her sides.

Handing me the room key, she turned more serious and said, "Thank you so much. You did me a huge favor, I hope I can return it someday."

I lightheartedly replied, "I'm certain I can think of something, given enough time."

She lightly slapped her hand on the front of my jacket, in the center of my chest, and then held it there for a few seconds. Then she slowly moved it down a few inches, knowing I could feel the pressure of her touch, and then pulling it away before things got obscene. She then turned and silently stood directly in front of me as we continued to move through the line.

Soon, the gentleman in front of her took a few steps forward. She feigned a step, then stopped. I moved forward as soon as I saw her move, and bumped directly into her back before I could stop myself. I grabbed her shoulders to keep from falling into her and said, "I'm so sorry," before realizing exactly what had just occurred.

She looked over her shoulder, and with a soft smile said, "Oh, it's okay. Nobody got hurt," before turning back to the front and moving forward. I think she was gently laughing, and I made sure to give her enough space, without getting too far away. She glanced back again with a smile.

We sat together, away from the others, and began covering the last thirty years in an hour and a half. How our respective careers progressed, the twists and turns throughout, and our friends along the way. Susan was still in touch with Beth, and even showed me a recent picture of her. I commented that Beth had become an attractive woman.

"Well, she's happily married to a guy she grew up with at church," I was matter of factly told.

When Susan showed me a picture of her daughter, I was shocked. "That's you, thirty years ago," I exclaimed. "Wow Susan, she's beautiful. You should be very proud."

She smiled and said, "Out of the ugly duckling relationship came a beautiful swan."

She was beaming. Soon, it was back to the afternoon session, where all of us would fight the urge to take a nap.

As the conference ended for the day we met up again as the crowd began moving out. I asked if she had any evening plans, and Susan said, "Let's play it by ear. How 'bout we get together after we freshen up?"

"Sounds good," I said, "Why don't I call your cell after I get a shower. Maybe in forty-five minutes or so?"

"That should work," she replied with a smile, "See you soon."

She headed towards the lobby as I made my way to my room.

Not an hour later I'm coming out of the bathroom, having just showered. Entering the living area as I continue to dry my hair, I then lower the towel from my face to dry the rest of my body.

Just as I'm facing the window area I freeze and, nearly shouting say, "What the..."

"Fuck?" Susan says, as if completing the sentence for me. "Oh, we'll get to that soon, I'm sure," she continues.

Time seemed to stop as my mind started to process everything before me. The drapes were open, but the sheer curtains were pulled closed, giving everything outside a gausy appearance. A chair was in front of the sheers, with Susan sitting back in a relaxed position, one foot on the floor and the other draped over the right arm of the chair. She was wearing the light blue dress shirt I'd worn all day, and it wasn't buttoned. I could see her distinct cleavage, but the nipples were covered. The sleeves were rolled up some, but still too long since I could barely make out her fingers. Her left hand was resting on her left thigh, but her right hand was between her legs, with her middle finger slowly moving up and down. I could just make out a hint of her brown pubic hair above her wrist.

I must have looked shocked, hell, I was shocked as I slowly began to realize that with her behavior earlier in the day, and now this, Susan had become much more sexually aggressive than when we were much younger. I'd missed the earlier signs, but how? I was typically more situationally aware, I must've been knocked off my game because of our emotional reunion.

"Never had a woman in your hotel room?" Susan asks, still stirring her fingers below and bringing me back to the moment.

"Well yes, of course...wait, can we talk about that some other time? How did you get in here," I ask.

"We'll talk later," she replied. "In the meantime, come on over here handsome."

Still holding the towel in front of me, I made my way the six to eight feet between us as she straightened up in the chair, and I began to kneel down in front of her.

"Oh no big boy, stay right up here. And let's get rid of this," as she grabbed the towel and laid it next to her.

The shirt was teasingly opened just a little more where I could see more of her breast's fullness, but still keeping the nipples hidden. Her soft spikes must be holding the shirt in place, but that definitely irritated me because I wanted to see all of her!

Looking up at me, Susan says, "I think you'll enjoy the fact that I've gotten better at this since we were last together. But, you be the judge," she says wryly.

With that she both moves forward and pulls me towards her as she takes my now hardened cock in her delicate hands. Sticking out her tongue, she gently licks at the precum now oozing from the head.

"Mmmmm, just as delicious as I remember," she says as she looks at me again.

Still peering up, she begins to slowly run her tongue up and down my shaft while moaning almost imperceptibly. Next, she rubs the head back and forth across her lips, and then, with closed eyes, rubs my entire warm cock all over both cool cheeks, as if making love to it with her face.

Her moaning gets a little louder, when she stops and, looking lovingly into my eyes says, "I hope you like this."

Susan then opens her mouth and slowly engulfs my entire cock, all the way down to my closely-shaved pubic hair, and holds it there. I can feel her softly swallowing, creating an

intense sucking sensation on the cockhead, before she slowly pulls back until just the tip is in her mouth, with her tongue softly rolling over it.

A couple of more head bobs, and she removed my saliva-coated shaft and asks, "How was that?"

"World class," was the only thought I could speak, remembering how she'd only taken half my stiffened pole in our previous oral adventure, years ago.

"Why, thank you," she said smilingly. "I'm feeling a little parched though, do you think you can give a girl a drink?"

Not waiting for an answer, Susan immediately took my cock back into her mouth and proceeded to give it a thorough tongue bath. She began softly rolling my balls with one hand, while she placed the other on my hip to steady us both. Soon, her sensually slow but deliberate head bobbing and serpentine tongue weaving, coupled with a light humming, had me on the precipice of a massive explosion.

I let her know I was close to coming, and she gave me an enthusiastic, "Mmmm hmmm," in response while continuing her loving attention to detail.

My knees started to buckle as my cock became a hydrant, spraying the deepest parts of her mouth and coating her tongue while I shouted, "Good god, Susan!"

I used her head to gently steady myself, and not to push deeper or make her gag, because if I'd reached for anything else, like the arms of the chair, I would have bent over and pulled my pulsing cock from her exquisite mouth. Now that would have been a sight; maybe another time.

As she finished sucking my cock, Susan released it with an audible pop, licked her lips and said, "Wow, you taste so good. And that was a lot."

"You bring out the best in me, so to speak," I shakingly replied.

Her hand was softly squeezing my cock, keeping it in it's aroused state, as she demonstrably savored my essence. She stood and released my shaft for a minute, and the shirt fell from her shoulders. As I'd surmised earlier, her breasts had increased in size and fullness, and were beautifully standing straight out. No perceptible droop, but not upturned as they once were, nature had been kind to her over the years. The nipples must have been caressed by the shirt as they were standing tall and thick. I just had to touch her, if for no other reason than to steady myself from the energy-sapping orgasm I'd just experienced.

She let the shirt fall completely to the floor and I reached to firmly squeeze her luscious mounds, and roll the rock-hard nipples. As I bent to take one in my mouth, she stopped me, gently grabbed my cock again, and pointed towards the bedroom.

"Let's go in there, and do what we talked about earlier," she said. "Let's fuck."

Her salty language still took me by surprise, but I love a woman who knows what she wants, especially if I can assist her, so I quietly moved with her as we laid on the bed together.

Our embrace became increasingly passionate as we rediscovered each other. Despite her bold language and actions, she was still the soft and amorous Susan; same velvet lips and vibrant tongue. Same soft, womanly fragrance. My hands roamed as we continued our exhilarating kissing, and went from the soft firmness of her bosom, to the thermal wetness between her legs.

Pushing me away from our embrace, Susan's eyes were blazing as she said, matter of factly, "I've been soaked down there all day just waiting for you, I don't need any foreplay. Now, get on and get to it."

Her newfound directness was going to take some getting used to, I told myself, but I, of course, was more than eager to comply. We repositioned ourselves towards the bed's center, and I moved between her legs, my chest over hers. Grasping my cock, she teasingly rubbed it up and down her soaked lips before lining me up at her entrance. I slowly eased my way into her center as we both gave a moan only pleasure can elicit. The smartass in me wanted to say something to the effect of, "Honey, I'm home!", and it felt that way, but I knew better. The thought was fleeting, it turned out, as the sensations of her velvet glove were moving from my cock, up and into my entire body.

We began moving in unison, grinding and pushing against one another, moaning, kissing, embracing and sharing in the pleasure we we giving each other. Soon, I raised up to watch her reactions as we continued our torrid coupling. After a few minutes of non-repetitive stroking, I moved back on my knees while holding her legs.

I must have been hitting the right spot because she immediately began uttering, "Yes, right there. Like that. Yes. Oh, that feels so damn good," as she raised her hips from the bed just a little.

Seeing her lovely breasts softly roll in seemingly small circles soon caused me to release her legs and firmly envelop both of them in my hands. They were warm and substantial as my fingers tenderly kneaded and pulled on them. As our passion increased, our actions became a little more ragged with both approaching our rapturous release.

Susan began bucking her hips more energetically as she urged me to, "Stroke deeper...,fuck me. Fuck me harder! Faster! Yes...yes, just like that. God, yes!"

Despite having come earlier, the gripping heat from her deliciously creamy well, as well as our frantically pleasurable movements,were bringing me closer to the delicious end, and I told her so.

"I'm going to come in you so deep," I told her.

"Do it!," she nearly shouted, "Do it now!"

She grabbed my hair and pulled my into an open-mouthed kiss that took us over the edge, and I poured my liquid ecstasy into her spasming channel. Susan then threw her legs around me, locking me in place as she arched her hips up and down, and gently rocked us side to side.

I exhaustedly placed my face in her neck as she repeatedly uttered, "So good. So good."

I nodded in the affirmative, still breathless and unable to speak. As my cock began returning to it's flaccid state Susan released her leg lock, her body becoming relaxingly limp. Rolling off, I inhaled and exhaled deeply.

"That was intensely awesome," I muttered.

"You're still awesome," she replied.

I tried to laugh, but was still trying to catch my breath.

"I can't believe I waited thirty-some years to experience that again," said Susan.

"I can't believe you waited thirty-some years to have sex again," I jokingly replied.

That brought an elbow in the ribs.

"Be serious. I was talking about being fucked so well," she stated. "Which begs the question, why are you still single when you screw like that?"

"So many women, so little time," came my flippant reply.

Susan sat up and looked at me. "C'mon, funny man, I'm sure I'm not the only one to experience your talents, and I DO remember you have MANY talents. So what gives?"