She returned after long absence, his once upon a time love.
She was young and needed her freedom. To stretch her new found wings. He, just old enough to understand and wise enough to let go. Yet... she held a place still in his heart.
They hugged and exchanged chaste kisses. They were, after all, only friends now. They talked over lunch, laughed and caught up. He told her stories that made her giggle. In the pauses he drank her in, silently, with his eyes. Smoldering looks she once had called them.
After dinner he suggested they stretch their legs. He knew a lovely park along the river. As they strolled they joked about a prior walk where they got lost. He promised that could not happen here.
At a bend in the river, in a small clearing, they paused. He reminded her of a similar clearing in a different place and time. They kissed, then, this time holding the kiss only a moment longer, with just the slightest exchange of breath. They touched upon that moment where if he pressed harder, her mouth would open. He eased back from that place, not knowing her desires. As he did his hands slid across her ribs and his thumbs just brushed her stiffened nipples through the fabric of her t-shirt. So light and quick it could have been an accident...but wasn't. He looked at her half closed eyes and softly smiled.
Returning to his apartment, they relaxed and watched a movie together. She pled fatigue from her trip and retired to the guest bedroom. He sank into his favorite deep arm chair to read, and fell into slumber where he dreamed.
He awoke to find her standing next to his chair clad only in a long t-shirt.
"You fell asleep, silly" she said as she took the book from his chest where it had fallen.
"You know I sleep out here often. I think I hate to go to that big empty bed. It's a lonely place with only one there."
She stood closer. Her thighs pressed against his.
"Go to bed, hon."
She bent down and kissed him. This time neither pulled back. It started soft and gentle. Her lips parted, just a little. The tip of his tongue just touched them. Hers darted out in reply. It was a light exploring kiss that seemed to go on for hours
She slid into his lap. The kisses continued, growing harder and more passionate. Tongues probing and teeth lightly biting at lips. His hands gently touched her, learning again the feel of her skin and the ways to make her feel passion. Her fingers traced lines across his face, touching his beard, running through his hair.
He slipped his hand under the hem of her shirt, moved it upwards and cupped her breast. It was so warm and soft. He felt her long nipple grow stiff as his thumb rubbed across it. The kisses grew deeper , longer, and slower. She moaned, softly.
Drawing back for a moment she pulled her t-shirt over her head and then eased back into his arms. Her head nestled on his shoulder as one hand softly caressed her bare back and the other her thigh. They sat that way for a while, just holding and touching.
Then the kissing started again. His hand slid along an inner thigh as his mouth found her nipple. Her thighs spread and his hand went to the place where they met. As in the past he found it moist and ready. His finger slipped between the lips quite easily. Her clit was already engorged.
