Meeting Lisa again after all this time was like a dream come true. We had been lovers for a short time and she held a special spot in my memories. Although the number of times we made love was few, she remained in my fantasies as the greatest fuck ever and she probably always would stay there. So I was more than pleasantly surprised when she called. After some chitchat she finally got around to asking if I could meet her for a drink. Naturally, without any reservations, I accepted, probably a little too eagerly.
The breakup with her was painful, at least for me. As I hung up the phone, I couldn't help recalling her awesome body. About a foot shorter than me, she was incredibly well proportioned. That she was built for love, or at least sex, there was no doubt. Proud, full breasts that jutted out perfectly above a thin, narrow waist, flowing into the greatest ass I ever saw, gave her a knockout shape. Man was she blessed with a fantastic butt. And to top it off she also had gorgeous legs. In fact it was her legs that I noticed first. I remember it well. She wore a tight, short dress that showed off her classic gams. I'll never forget the sight. Although it was her legs that caught my eye first, it was her ass that ensnared me. Tight yet curvy, it screamed to be fucked.
The only problem I ever found wrong with her was that she was insatiable. I know, most guys would think an admirable trait but, trust me, when your woman wants it all night, every night, screwing becomes a problem. She could fuck all night and it was only my inability to keep up with her that prevented us from going on and on.
There wasn't any question of me leaving her; I don't think I would have ever left her, no matter what she did to me but the relationship ended nonetheless. Eventually, she found someone new and moved on and out of my life. Desperate, I tried everything to get her back, even the promise of marriage but she was too infatuated with her new friend. Heartbroken, horny and humiliated, I tried to go on with my life. But I never completely forgot her. The time I spent with her was like temporarily winning the lottery. It was like winning money only to have to give it back later.
Driving to the bar, I thought back on some of the times I spent with her. There were so many great sessions in bed. She literally dominated my top ten list of all-time fucks. Only two other women were even on the list. That wasn't because I had limited experience; it was because Lisa was just so great. In fact, I couldn't think of a time when she wasn't unbelievable in bed.
It was easy remembering some of the special times we shared. At first, she was so pliable, so easy to go along with my kinky nature. We played a lot fantasy games, role-playing different scenarios, a favorite passion of mine that she joined into eagerly. Many nights after she left, I replayed the games in my mind, at the same time satisfying myself. I had a need to relieve my pent up passion for her.
Lisa only lived with me for a short while before she grew tired of me. Unfortunately she moved right on to a new boyfriend, causing me more than a little humiliation because of my feelings of inadequacy. Added to the embarrassment was the fact that he worked at the same place we did. Plus I was management and he was labor. That made the next few months even more humiliating for me, constantly seeing how infatuated she was with her new hunk as she totally ignored me. I was yesterday's news and obviously didn't compare favorably to her new stud. The fact that everyone at work witnessed her rejection of me and admiration for the new guy added to my embarrassment.
What was especially humbling was that he worked in the warehouse, driving a forklift while I was a manager in the company. Surely, I had the superior position. It seemed that way to everyone except Lisa and, after all, she was the one who counted. Unfortunately it soon became apparent that he was the one on top and I was the one looking up. Embarrassed yet aroused I remembered begging for her attention while he looked on in amusement. Their laughter still rings in my ears when I recall the low point in my life.
Before she moved away, I spent many a night in anguish as I imagined them thrashing beneath the sheets, she more satisfied with his performance than she had ever been with mine. For some perverted reason, the images of her being thoroughly fucked by her stud always brought about a powerful climax.
I arrived at the bar first. Sitting at a table, I waited for her impatiently. Of course I was early, I couldn't postpone seeing her for another minute. The first beer went down quickly and I ordered another. It followed the first, as I gulped it down, my nerves still edgy. I was halfway done with my third before she arrived.
Suddenly, she was there, standing in the doorway, her sexy figure outlined by the outside light. She wore a dress, tight and short just like the old days and I wondered if she remembered how I reacted to her when she dressed like that.
As she walked towards me, I studied her, checking for any differences from the way she used to be. It had been a few years since I'd seen her and I wanted to know if she had changed much.
The first thing I noticed was that her wonderful body was still slim and fit, sexy as ever. Her hair was made up like I remembered with a curl falling back over her forehead. If possible, she was even more beautiful and sensual than she used to be. Her breasts strutted out proudly, just as before, and her face hadn't aged a bit. She smiled hesitantly as she sat.
"Wow," I said. Unsure of my sincerity, she gave me a questioning look. "You look great. Even better than you used to and I didn't think that was possible." A smile showed at the corners of her mouth and she relaxed with the compliment. Even so, I could see that something was troubling her so I decided to build her up before delving into what was wrong.
"I mean it," I reaffirmed. "You look fantastic. Actually, you look better than fantastic." I realized I sounded like a sycophant, but I was being honest. I couldn't stop the compliments. "You always were a very beautiful girl, now you're almost beyond beauty. How do you do it?" She smiled again. The waitress stopped by and Lisa ordered a beer. Needing the courage, I asked for another.
"Seriously, Lisa—you look unbelievable." I reached out and touched her cheek, caressing it slightly. I wasn't certain how she would respond to the intimate gesture and it seemed to affect me more than it did her. "I've seen this face so many times in my dreams." She flushed a little, but seemed to relax even more.
"That's nice of you to say. Thank you." She pulled back a bit from my hand. Slightly embarrassed, I took a long drink, finishing the glass with a big gulp. Emboldened by the alcohol, I decided to reveal something that had been on my mind. Hesitating, I wondered if I should tell her.
"You know, seeing you again, makes me remember something. After you left, I always thought about you. In a special way." She waited. "I have a small confession."
"What's that?" She sipped her drink. I watched her lips press against the edge of the glass. I wanted nothing more than to kiss those luscious lips.
"I don't want you to take this wrong," I cautioned. "It's really a compliment, even though it might sound strange."
"Ok, I'm curious. What is it?" Staring into those beautiful eyes gave me the strength to go on.
"You meant a lot to me, I think I made that clear when you left. Since you've been gone, I've thought about you all the time. I've relived every moment we had together so often that you've become the most ideal woman in my mind." She waited. "What I'm trying to say is that over the years I've realized that you're the only woman I've ever known who I would pay to be with." The questioning look came over her again. "Don't get upset. I don't mean anything bad by that. I don't mean...hell; I don't know what I mean. I'm only saying that you were so great, so beautiful, and so incredibly sexy that I would have paid for the honor of being with you. I would have paid good money just to be in your presence."
"Paid for it? You mean you would have paid for the sex?" She seemed to be evaluating something. "You would have paid to have sex with me?"
I threw down more beer. "Definitely. Beyond a doubt. You are the only woman I have ever met that I would have given money to be with." I offered a weak grin in an effort to defuse the possible rudeness of the situation.
