Falling For Fran Pt 02

Note: if you haven't already, read Falling for Fran Part 1, which is the prequel to this story.

After a whirlwind weekend together shortly after first meeting, Fran had to go back home to England and I had to finish up my final semester in college. We had vowed to stay in touch, which was not as easy to do back then in the early 90s as it has become more recently. We managed to do so pretty well through my graduation but, the more time that passed, the less we were in touch. Eventually, our writing reduced to just a few times a year then to nothing as we both went on with our lives. I know for me it wasn't a conscious thing but I also always felt tortured because I never expected to see her again.

I found a job and started working then ended up getting my own apartment and stopped seeing the English girls around so there was one less reminder. I dated and slept with other women but I never did find someone who I clicked with the way I had with Fran. I don't think I ever consciously compared anyone to her but I'm sure it was somewhere in the back of my mind. The weird thing is that, though I didn't feel like it at the time, when I looked back on this time years later, it really did seem like I was just going through the motions.

Things changed in a big way one night while I was home alone watching TV. I'm not even sure why I was watching what I was watching other than maybe divine intervention or something. I almost flew out of my chair when I saw a very familiar face and heard a very familiar voice. If there had been any doubt, the text on the screen identifying the woman providing commentary read "Fran Scott, Scientist." I was suddenly frantically trying to figure out what exactly I was watching while scrambling for a blank video tape. This was before the days of pausing or rewinding live TV or on-screen channel guides but I did manage to not only record the rest of the show but also found another showing and set my VCR to record it again. Once the episode I was watching had ended, I went through the credits on the videotape and made a couple of notes then went back and watched Fran's appearances a couple more times.

By this point, the Internet was more of a thing but still not quite as ubiquitous as it is today. I got online and started searching for information about the show and about Fran and, after following a trail of electronic breadcrumbs, I finally found an email address for her. I don't even know how much time I spent crafting the perfect email while thinking that she was probably, if not married, at least in a relationship. I knew how awesome she was so I knew there were probably a lot of other guys who had figured it out, too. At the same time, I was pretty sure she was still in England so it wasn't like I thought we'd be declaring our love for each other and picking up where we'd left off. This is why I agonized over what to write but, even though seeing her had made me an emotional wreck, I had to initiate contact as soon as possible. When I finally sent off the email, I figured out what time it was in England and assumed she'd be in bed and wouldn't see it for several hours at least. I then went to bed myself but slept poorly.

When I finally got out of bed the next morning after trying to delay it for as long as possible, the first thing I did was turn on my computer. It was earlier than I usually got up to get ready for work so I had the time to check my email and I was not disappointed. There was a response from Fran and it was not only long but she had made no effort to play it cool like I had; as I read her email, I could almost feel her enthusiasm emanating from the screen. I read it several times before responding, this time without agonizing over every sentence, and we ended up exchanging several emails over the course of the day. Had there been some commercial instant messaging application back then, I'm sure we'd have spent the day chatting but, instead, we sent each other multiple long, detailed emails.

This continued for a couple of days before Fran asked a question that essentially took things to the next level. We had both already revealed that we were currently unattached romantically so this may have influenced her decision though I suspected that she had given it a lot of thought beforehand. She shared with me that there was going to be an awards ceremony where she would be a recipient of one of the awards. It was a pretty big deal in her industry and would be quite a gala so she was wondering if there was any possibility that I'd be interested in escorting her and, if so, did I think that I would have enough time to coordinate a visit. I was absolutely interested in attending with her and promised to immediately start looking into the logistics of a trip to England on short notice. I already had a passport because of some potential overseas work that had never ended up materializing and I had plenty of Paid Time Off since I still lived in New Jersey so most of my vacationing was just heading down the shore. I checked our project schedules at work then paid a visit to my boss, who was pretty cool and already didn't think I took nearly enough time off. He encouraged me to take as much time as I wanted, especially when I revealed that I was considering a trip to England.

Although we did have the fledgling Internet, it wasn't as useful as it eventually ended up being, meaning in this case that I couldn't just open up a travel or airline website and see all of my options for flying to England. Fortunately, we still had travel agencies and travel agents with physical storefronts in a lot of places and I happened to be familiar with one who had been in the business for years. She was the mom of a good friend of mine so I called and asked when would be a good time to come in. We scheduled an appointment but she also took down the basics of what I was looking for so she do some preliminary research. Something else occurred to me that I'd have to check whether it would work with my timeline and, once again, I was fortunate to have a friend from college who could help me figure that out.

My friend's mom helped me book an itinerary that worked really well and didn't break my bank. I'd explained why I was going to England so, when she asked about booking a hotel and I said it wasn't necessary, she gave me a knowing smile. Fran had told me that I would in no way be staying in a hotel when we hadn't seen each other in so long, though she did warn me that her apartment (or "flat" actually) was on the small side, though not as small as my dorm room had been. Although I never verified it, I was pretty certain that there was just one bedroom and one bed and that we'd be sharing it.

The other thing that I'd checked with that other friend about was whether I could get a tuxedo in time for my trip. She worked in fashion and had a lot of contacts in the garment district in New York City so she hooked me up with some people who could get me set up in time, as long as I wasn't concerned about a big name brand. As an engineer, this was definitely not a concern for me; I was more interested in a well-made product that would fit well and be comfortable. They really took care of me and, once it had been tailored, it looked so good that I took a stack of their business cards because I expected a lot of people to be asking about it. One of the women at this company confidently predicted that I'd be getting married in the same tux, the implication being that it would be to Fran.

I didn't tell Fran about the tux but we did coordinate what I did need to bring and what I wouldn't need. The nice people who hooked me up with the tux also gave me very clear, detailed instructions for packing it so it wouldn't end up wrinkled. When the big day finally arrived, I had a friend drive me to the airport and was allowing another friend to stay at my place while I was gone so everything was covered. I tried to sleep on the flight, and managed to just a little, but I was just too excited to get there and see Fran again. She was picking me up and was going to meet me inside the airport once I'd made it through Customs.

Relative to the amount of time we'd have together once I'd arrived, the travel time was minimal, but it sure felt interminable. When I saw Fran, though, it all seemed like nothing to finally be in her physical presence again. I'd never seen her in a dress before but she was wearing a short green one, which meant she had remembered my favorite color. Otherwise, she didn't look much different from how I remembered her and I'd been looking at our photos a lot over the past few weeks, as well as the video of the show she'd been on. She was practically bouncing and, as soon as she could, she ran toward me and we held each other tightly. She even smelled the same as I remembered so I had no desire to let her go.

"I can't believe you're actually here," she said in my ear and it sounded like she was crying so I loosened up my grasp on her a little bit so I could see. Looking into her captivating eyes, even though they were wet, I couldn't help but smile before I planted a kiss on her. We held that first one forever then followed it up with more shorter ones that gradually became a bit more passionate, though we never did devolve into full-on making out. We must have finally realized that we could have a much more private reunion if we left the airport so we released each other, though we still held hands as she led me through the airport to the car park. We did make out a little bit in her car before she drove us to her flat. It was small but I'd have called it cozy and there was definitely more space than my dorm room where we'd spent almost three days together.

"I know your day has been long," she said, "and I feel like I've been a little selfish so far but would you like to have a lie-down for a bit?"

"I would like to lie down for a bit," I replied, "but only if you'll join me."

I knew that I would never, ever grow tired of her smile and would do whatever it took to keep it on her face like it was at that moment. We'd each taken a turn in the loo before she led me to her bedroom, which was cozy like the rest of her flat. There was barely room for my bags but I figured we'd worry about that later as we climbed onto her bed, which was definitely more spacious than the narrow one that had been in my dorm room. We resumed making out, neither of us feeling an immediate need to move things forward quickly, even though we hadn't seen each other or been intimate together in so long. I was just happy to be with her again so feeling her in my arms and exploring her mouth with my tongue were both bonuses.

When I finally did run my hand over her ass, that may have started the ball rolling a bit faster. I hadn't been intentionally avoiding her ass or her boobs; I was just so engrossed in the simple act of making out that I wasn't even thinking about where my hands even were. When I did run my hand over her ass, I don't believe I ever even thought about it; it was just kind of automatic. Her ass felt so nice, though, that I couldn't stop once I'd started and I couldn't not think about how nice it felt. Of course when I did finally stop caressing her ass, it was only to instead caress her boobs. I slid my hand up from her ass, along her waist and felt her boobs through her dress before starting to unbutton the line of buttons running down the front of it.

I slipped my hand inside, feeling her boobs through her bra, her hard nipples pressing out through the thin material. My cock was stiff but it had been from the first moment we'd begun making out lying there in her bed. It would have surprised me if her pussy was not extremely wet, as well. I was starting to think that I might check on that since, with her wearing a dress, it would be even easier than it had been that first night in my dorm room. I also thought she might appreciate starting things the way we had on that first night together, all those years ago. As it turned out, I was actually quite wrong.

"I have a weird request," she finally said, pulling her mouth from mine.

"Discovered some unusual fetish while we've been apart?" I asked.

"Shut up," she said, swatting at me but smiling, "I just want to skip the foreplay for now. It's been too long to take our time; we can do that later."

"Okay," I replied, surprised but good with pretty much anything, so we both got up onto our knees. I finished unbuttoning the front of her dress then she slipped out of it, remaining in a very sexy matching set of bra and panties. I just goggled at her while she started pulling my shirt up over my head. Once she'd cast it aside, I reached out to fondle her tits again then unfastened her bra, revealing them as it slid down her arms. While she cast that aside, I fondled her bare boobs before lowering my head to lick and suck her hard nipples. She moaned and indulged me briefly but soon had nudged me onto my back and was working on getting my jeans opened. She took my jeans down and off, pausing only to caress the bulge in my briefs, then took my briefs down, too. My stiff cock sprung out so she briefly pumped it then even leaned down to lick the head.

She stood on her bed and, as she was about to slide her panties down, I sat up and did it myself. Her dark brown bush was neatly groomed and I wanted to bury my face in it but I knew there would be plenty of time for that. Once she'd stepped out of her panties, I tossed them aside and reclined while she straddled me then lowered herself down onto her knees. She guided my stiff cock to her pussy then eased herself down onto it, both of us moaning. She was incredibly wet and still felt as snug as she had the last time her pussy had engulfed my cock. She sat there on my cock for a moment, just feeling it inside her, so I reached up and fondled her boobs, caressing the soft, smooth flesh and her hard nipples. She slowly began to move up and down and it felt absolutely incredible. Based on the expression on her face, it felt likewise to her.

We had never actually talked about picking up where we left off years ago or even how it seemed serendipitous that neither of us had married or was even in a serious relationship. I imagine we were both just waiting to see if the spark was still there and, when we realized that it was, we just let things unfold. I know that I had spent the time since I'd first emailed her hoping that things would be the same but also worrying about what would happen when it was time for me to leave if they were. I never took it for granted that we'd end up naked together but I was really happy with how it had all just seemed so natural. In some ways, the transition from being apart to being together again seemed so seamless that it felt like we had barely been apart.

It didn't take long before she was riding me harder and faster, which was no surprise since she'd been so fired up that she'd wanted to skip the foreplay. It was only because she was on top and controlling the pace that I was able to last as long as I had. When I realized that her boobs were bouncing due to her increased pace, I moved my hands away to watch them, reaching around to caress her ass instead. We had a really good rhythm going as I was pushing up into her each time she dropped down. She was moaning louder and longer and I had no idea whether the sound would carry outside of her flat, but she didn't seem concerned about it.

I could feel the initial stirring of my own orgasm just as it was becoming obvious that she was right on the verge of cumming herself. Her pussy was becoming even hotter and wetter and the pace almost frenetic when she suddenly went still and silent. She may have actually held her breath briefly while sitting on my cock, then she cried out and her entire body started shaking. Since they'd stopped bouncing, I brought my hands back to her tits and fondled them as she was cumming. It was a long and obviously intensely pleasurable orgasm so I was happy to know that she had not lost that since the last time we'd been naked together. Once she'd finished cumming, she just sat on my cock for a bit longer as she was recovering.

"Would you mind being on top now?" she asked once she opened her eyes again, just as she had that first time we'd had sex. I wasn't sure whether that was intentional or not.

"Of course not," I replied. The thought of our entire bodies being in contact just like that first time was highly appealing to me even though I'd determined since then that missionary was not my favorite position. She climbed off of my cock then took my place as I maneuvered around on my knees until I was between her spread legs. I looked down over her sexy naked body, so happy to have the opportunity to see it again, before lowering myself over her and guiding my cock back into her snug, slippery pussy. We both moaned then I brought my lips to hers and our tongues were soon exploring each other's mouths as I slowly slid my cock in and out of her. I was fucking her slowly so that we could continue making out but sliding the full length of my cock in and out while she also raised her hips to accept each thrust. It felt outstanding so it didn't take long before my orgasm was resuming its build-up. Fortunately, despite us making out, she was starting to softly moan which made me hopeful that she was building toward another orgasm, too.

I obviously didn't want to be finished already but it being the first day of my visit made it easier to accept since we'd only been together for a few hours and still had a couple of weeks ahead of us. Unlike our first night together at Columbia, I wasn't concerned that my performance would have any impact the rest of the time we would be spending together. Since she'd already cum once, I was a lot more comfortable with just letting things happen however they ended up happening. I didn't try to draw it out longer by distracting myself and instead was hyper-focused on every sensation I was experiencing at that moment. It wasn't just the feel of her pussy as my cock slid in and out of it or her smooth skin sliding against mine or even her tongue exploring my mouth; I was honestly a little surprised by how much pleasure her scent was bringing me, especially since I hadn't even been aware that she had a scent.

Her pussy was becoming even hotter and wetter the closer she was getting to cumming which was causing my own orgasm to build more quickly. She pulled her mouth from mine to moan louder and more continuously and her bed had even started squeaking as I'd picked up my pace so, if the neighbors could hear, there would be absolutely no doubt what was going on. If she didn't care then I didn't care so I just continued to savor the pleasure I was feeling as my cock was sliding in and out of her hot, wet pussy. She was holding on to me tighter as she was tensing up but it wasn't affecting how I was fucking her so she continued to get closer. Finally, she went briefly silent then let out a long, loud moan as the tension left her body and she started shaking. Her pussy was flooded with even more lubrication as she was cumming so, before she had quite finished, I was blasting my load into her with a moan of my own. I continued to thrust with each spurt until I was fully spent then remained over her for a moment before flopping over on my back beside her.

"I'm sure my neighbors will think that I've sublet my flat," she laughed once she'd recovered, "because they've certainly never heard that kind of racket from me before."

"I can make a point to use your name," I replied, "so that they know it's you but not just you."

"My gosh that was everything I'd hoped and more," she said, "I thought maybe I'd built it up in my memory but that may have been even better than I remember."

We lay there naked talking about everything we'd held back on talking about before I'd arrived, including things we'd worried about or lost sleep over, and it turned out that we'd been pretty in sync so we were both feeling better already. We reminisced about that weekend at Columbia, both of us recalling it fondly, and both of us realized that we'd been looking for that kind of connection since then but had not found it, even though we'd both dated and slept with other people. It was almost sad to think of what would have happened had we not reconnected and we both agreed that it had been more than just a coincidence that I'd seen her on that TV show that night.