I stopped for gas near my old college town. As I went in to pay someone left. She looked up, our eyes met and my heart stopped. She was beautiful. A petite five foot nothing woman, maybe 110 pounds soaking wet. No one would ever guess she had four kids.
We split after collage, married, raised family's, divorced and after 45 years reconnected for a year. I hadn't seen her since she left to returned to Wis. for the birth of her first grandchild. The pandemic hit and she stayed.
Almost a year later I was still paying for her phone when she got her own new phone and then ghosted me after a dropped call. Was the static you with a bag making noise faking it? It was the last time we spoke, how sad, I didn't even get to say goodbye. I thought we were friends. How can I ever forget my first love.
You say hello and pull me in for a hug. As your arms go around me I open my arms and feel you melt into my embrace, like it hadn't been years since we last saw each other.
Dear God you feel so good so natural in my arms, still the beautiful woman I first fell in love with and gave my heart and soul to fifty years ago.
The same beautiful smile the mischievous sparkle in your eyes. As our auroras, our souls touch and joyfully recognize each other swirling, dancing and playing like two happy puppy's as you squeeze me in a long hug.
My hand slides down to the small of your firm lean back as I pull you closer against me. As you lean against me I feel your heart beating and we breath together as one. Your arms around me, breasts soft against me we stand in each others embrace. Your head against my chest just under my chin. Your hair smell good. My dear God isn't this where you are suppose to be? Here, in my arms where you fit so well and so naturally. My hand wanders your back so firm and familiar. I long to let it wander to your perfect firm little butt should I? You snuggle closer.
