It had been 12 years almost to the day since they had last laid eyes upon each other. Fleeting memories of intimate times fluttered through her mind causing her nipples to ache for his touch. Goosebumps covered the flesh down her arms and her chest. Here she was, staring at a message from a man from her past whom she loved deeply and let go by mistake. The message read, "Coffee Sometime?" How, after 12 years does a simple question still excite her as their first meet had. Both happily married and with young children, should she agree to coffee?
She sat gazing at the message some time before she mustered up the courage to respond. "It has been a long time. Coffee sounds great but I will have to schedule a ways out with the upcoming holidays." Upon clicking send his response was immediate. "I can make any date or time work, just let me know. And it has been a long time, Sarah." She caught her breath, she imagined him reading this message aloud to her and he had so rarely spoken her name. Pet names were the titles of the past, honey, babe, and darling were no more. She is now, only Sarah.
As the coffee date pressed closer and closer, she found their messaging to increase. There was not a day that passed by where they didn't speak and soon the messaging conversations gave way to phone calls. Both smiled and laughed constantly. They discussed their spouses, their children, their family and new extended family. Both were experiencing a new happiness. They relied on their daily conversations for a laugh and a smile that would last the day. Soon, the coffee day was here.
She spent hours tending to her hair and make-up, destroying her closet in an attempt at the perfect outfit. She nervously drove to the meet, the first snow of the year, giant flakes on her windshield. The day was perfect, the snow falling quietly, traffic was light with fear of sliding through the snow. She pulled into a parking spot at the front and walked inside of the rustic coffee shop. There he was, his tall frame watching her every move. He was on the phone upon her entry so she quietly placed her order and turned around for him to finish his call and embrace her tightly. She melted in his arms, managing to hang onto her tea was quite a feat. They made their way to a quiet table in the back of the quaint shop.
Sitting across the table from each other, she had time to admire his dark features. The way his dark hair had matured and grayed at his temples, the streaks of gray in his full beard. This was no longer a boy of 21, but a mature, handsome man. Each time he made eye contact she would squirm. Never once did the smile leave either of their faces. She sat there, growing more excited by his presence. She watched his lips move as he spoke and his hands fiddle with his beard when her gaze became too intense. Realizing how the time had flown by, he stood to leave. She caught of glimpse of his hard-on as he rose. She couldn't look away, she wanted to reach out and touch him. He was always in touch with her sexual side and had an innate sense when she was encouraging him. He moved in close to extend his hand and help her from her chair so when she stood there was no way not to slide against him. He embraced her again and lingered, taking in her scents and her desire. He knew full well what she had been thinking. He walked her to her car and opened the door, and they parted ways.