It has been almost 35 years since I last saw those deep thoughtful eyes but I never forgot how much compassion and caring I saw in those eyes. He was my best friend, my confidant and also my little sister's boyfriend. That alone made him off limits...but I knew we had a connection...I looked forward to when he would come around...and yes there was a little flirting but it didn't go any further. In fact, he introduced me to a friend of his and we began to double date. There were times when I saw him looking at me and I wondered if he wanted me as much as I wanted him. But he was such a gentleman and remained true to my sister. She was to be his high school sweetheart and I was to remain his girl pal.
A year later he and my sister broke up and he and I ended up enrolling at the same local college. I wondered if it was my turn...would he want me? We spent a lot of time together that year and we started to have secret late night telephone calls after everyone was quiet and asleep in our prospective homes. There were a few occasions in which we would tease and touch..in fact we even spend an afternoon swimming off the dock of his aunt's home...being alone we even sunbathed in the nude. At one point I looked into his eyes and thought I saw a glint of desire. But since he was dating someone else at the time he remained ever the gentleman and he made no attempt to take our friendship to a physical level. For months we continued our late night telephone calls and our friendship continued to grow. This man was my best friend and we would share our thoughts and dreams in those late night telephone calls...the night I looked forward to the most was when the newest issue of Penthouse would hit the news stands...it was those nights that he would read to me the letters in the Penthouse Forum and we would share our sexual fantasies. He knew I was a virgin but I was eager to experience everything sexual. I was so comfortable with this man that I even shared with him my chosen form of self satisfaction. He was so excited about it that I agreed to allow him to watch me masturbate. While watching me indulge in self gratification I looked into his eyes and thought I once again saw that glint of desire. But yet, it wasn't to be!
Why we didn't move forward with a relationship I never knew...I am not sure if he even knew why we never got together. Over time our friendship changed and then one day he introduced me to another friend of his...the man that would end up being my husband. It wasn't long until we lost touch and for 35 years I didn't see my friend with the eyes that spoke volumes.
Years past and I would on occasion think of my best friend...wonder where he was and what he was doing with his life. But I was busy being a wife and a mother and didn't give it much more than a passing thought. I stayed married to his friend but there was never excitement or passion in our marriage. I wondered if this was the way it was supposed to be. I wasn't happy and I would spend my empty hours on the internet in chat rooms looking for something that was missing in my life. I met someone there and we had an extended affair..the sex was good but I never saw what I was looking for in his eyes.
Then a a few months ago on a cold January night...spending yet another boring evening at home with my husband...TV blaring and both of us on our laptops...me on Facebook and he playing his internet games...I saw a friend request. I quickly responded...it was my best friend from high school/college. After 35 years...he remembered me and found me on Facebook. My stomach did flips and I was giddy with excitement as I accepted the friend request. I did a little Facebook stalking to see what his life was like...and yes I admit...to see current photos of him and most importantly those eyes.
What did I find...neither of us lives in the same city that we did as teens...if fact we live 4 hours away from each other...and he is married with children. I saw pictures of him going back 35 years and current pictures...I saw those eyes....and my past feelings came back to me...and to my amazement I felt twinges between my legs! He was so incredibly sexy! I want this man! I am going to get this man! Those eyes still spoke to me...but he is married...he wouldn't make a move on me while dating someone else...why would he as a married man. I didn't have the answer but since he lived in a city that I am fortunate enough to visit often I decided I was going to try to rekindle this attraction.
I sent a Facebook message and we started chatting...at first it was just catching up and sharing what had been going on in our lives for the last 35 years. This went on every evening for almost a week. Then we started to chat late into the night and it was like we had started where we left off 35 years earlier. Each night we would share more and more intimate details...which led to a lot of chats and teasing with a sexual undertone. We had to keep our chats a secret since we both had spouses but it soon became evident that we both wanted more.
Six days after that Facebook friend request we had the most amazing conversation in which we shared our sexual desires, wants and needs. Our conversation was so erotic that I felt myself getting wet between the legs...when he told me that several times in the past 35 years when he would stroke his cock he had visions of my masturbating while he watched. He told me the method that I used was so unique that the image stayed with him for years...you see...my favorite way to gain self satisfaction is by laying in a tub with my legs in the air and hot water streaming into my pussy. When he told me that it was his fantasy to see me with my legs in the air and my pussy so open with desire that it made my nipples hard and my pussy get wetter and wetter...I remember so well that day when as an innocent 18 year old I let a boy see my private parts...and he was my best friend...and I remembered those eyes as he watched me experience my idea of sexual freedom. I felt so brazen that I would steal away and experience what I was sure something unique to only me while remaining true to my virginity. During that late night chat I experienced sexual arousal like I had never experienced...as he typed to me how hard his cock was and how he was stroking himself I let my fingers wonder into my pussy and to stroke my clitoris....OMG...can a woman over 50 actually feel such sexual pleasures. That night I went to sleep dreaming of him and how much I wanted him to take me places I had never been before...my pussy was an open dam and I could not stop its flow...I went to the bathroom and placed a towel between my legs just to keep the bed free of a wet spot.
It was that night I decided I was going to make the bold move and I asked him if he wanted to meet...and he said yes! We agreed on a date and within one month of our reconnection we met. I knew that I was going to make this man my "Lover Boy" and my fuck buddy. After all we lived in separate cities and if we could meet every month or so we could meet for sex and leave and who are we hurting...it was to be sex and sex only. No emotional attachment. Well that was the plan.
The date that we agreed upon was on us and I traveled to his city and booked a hotel room...I was so nervous...after all, I am not the same girl he met 35 years ago...then came the knock on the door and there was no going back...I answered the door and there he was...he stepped into the hotel room and gave me a giant hug...it was the hug one would expect from a long lost friend. What he did next was what surprised me...he took my face in his hands and said "let me look at those eyes" he told me that he had dreamed of my beautiful eyes and then he placed a soft kiss on each eye. That simple gesture made my nipples get hard and the familiar twinge of desire stir between my legs. He wanted to look into my beautiful eyes...hey wait that is my line...it was his eyes I wanted to look into...it was his eyes I wanted to see desire and want. It was right then and there I did what I wasn't supposed to do...I fell in love with my high school friend.
I took his hand and led him into my hotel room and offered him a seat...of course, he choose to sit on the bed and we had a few minutes, short minutes of conversation before he kissed me...As he kissed me I was so overcome with desire that I couldn't stop the complete wetness of my tingling pussy. He slowing ran his hand down my neck and made his way to my shirt and softly raised it over my head and then bent his head down to kiss the cleavage above of my black lace bra...he raised his head and we locked eyes...I remember thinking how sexy eyes could be.
