An Old Crush and a New Love

Dedicated to the ones who got away

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I lusted after her when I was 18!

There she was, thirty years later, sitting alone in the restaurant of the same hotel I was staying in, at least 2,000 miles from either of our homes.

Last I heard, she was happily married. Kids grown and married. Just like me. Well, except for the happily married part. I was trying to see whether she was wearing a ring.

Too far away.

Since I had just arrived, I had not yet ordered. Now or never, I thought, as I stood and walked toward her.

"Sherrie?"

"Tom! I can't believe I'm running into you here!"

"Well, when I walked in I saw you over here and it took me a few seconds of blatant staring to be sure it was you. What brings you here?"

"Business meetings. The classic boring and lonely travel. How about you?"

"Same. Awful, isn't it? Do you mind if I join you?"

"Please do! It will be so nice to dine with a friend. And a long-term friend at that. I used to say 'old friend' but with the passing of years I hate the word."

She was not wearing a ring.

"So, Sherrie, how are Dave and the family?"

"The kids are great, married, living close, and I have three grandchildren. So, I guess 'old' fits! The last I heard, Dave was doing fine. He seems to love living with his bimbo girlfriend."

"I'm sorry Sherrie. Sounds familiar though."

"I heard, Tom. I felt so sad when I heard Beth left you. It was six months before Dave's big adventure."

"And now you and I stumble into each other so far from home! You aren't stalking me are you, Sherrie?"

She blushed a little, almost choking on the sip of wine she had just taken. We laughed together once the crisis passed.

"No, Tom, although if I were to stalk anyone, it just might be you."

"Me? Why me?"

"Oh, Tom, you have no idea the crush I had on you back then. You were a senior and I was a sophomore. You were 18 and about to graduate. Athlete, smart, winning at everything. I was very smitten."

"Sherrie, I am so sorry! I had no idea. Typical senior, right?

"Actually, though, since we are confessing things, I went out of my way more than once to try to run into you. I remember watching you practice with the tennis team. I thought you had the sexiest body I had ever seen."

"Are you kidding me? Why didn't you ever ask me out?"

"I'm not sure now. Stupid kid. I should have. Maybe our lives would have turned out happier."

"Probably would have."

There was a tear in her eye and a sadness that tore at me.

The server tracked me down and came to take my order. I ordered a salad, not wanting to still be eating when Sherrie finished.

We talked. Thirty years is a lot of life to catch up on. I need not have worried about what I ordered. We sat and talked for an hour. We talked and laughed and cried.

Life has a way of serving a full measure of emotions, and we were two 'old' friends rediscovering why each had been silently attracted to the other.

"Tom, I'm afraid if I wait again for you to ask me out it will be high school all over again. I don't want that, and I don't want this night to end. Would you think it terrible of me to ask you up to my room so we can talk more? My company got me a nice junior suite with a sofa and large screen TV."

"Sherrie, I'm so glad you asked! I was sitting here thinking the same thing. This has been too much fun to end now."

Ten minutes later we walked into her room.

"Wow, Sherrie! What a great view!"

We walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and stood together in silence. After a couple of minutes, Sherrie turned to me suddenly, her hands on my chest.

"Tom, I have been so lonely. How have you fared?"

"It has been tough. I hate being alone. I hate not having anyone in the bed. No one to share my thoughts with, even just small talk. I still sleep on the same side of the bed. Not in the center or the other side."

She leaned her head forward, resting it above her hands, on my chest. Silence.

"What is it, Sherrie?"

She looked up into my eyes, searching for something. Tears were forming.

"Tom, I don't want to be alone tonight, and I suspect you don't either. Will you stay with me?"

I leaned down and kissed her. Softly. Hesitatingly. Then her lips parted and her tongue sought mine. Her hands left my chest and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I enclosed her in my arms as we kissed.

What followed was a marathon kiss. We each threw thirty year's of attraction and longing and, judging from the heat, a fair amount of lust, into the kiss. When we came up for air our hearts were racing and our breathing was ragged.

"Wow, Tom! Now I

am

angry you never asked me out! I can't believe the kisses I missed!"

We kissed again. Is oxygen really that important?

I cupped her ass with my hands. Tight. Still playing tennis, probably. Heavenly shape and feel. She groaned into the kiss, clearly letting me know she liked it. Her hands clutched at me and pulled me tight against her.

No secrets now. I was hard, and she knew it!

The impossible happened! Our kisses grew more heated, more frantic. I began to unbutton her blouse.

"Forget the buttons, Tom. I have another."

I tore the blouse open and pushed it off her shoulders. It fell to the floor.

"I hope you have another shirt," she said, as she ripped it open. Buttons flew everywhere. We stood there for a second, breathing heavily, looking into each other's eyes.

I turned her to face the windows. I took hold of the zipper of her skirt and slowly lowered it. I turned her back to face me and I knelt in front of her. I slowly eased her skirt over her hips. From there it dropped to her feet. She placed a hand on my shoulder to steady herself and lifted first one foot and then the other so I could remove her shoes.

She was standing there in just a burgundy colored lace bra and panty set.

I stood and put my arms around her. We kissed.

Now she dropped to her knees and unbuckled my belt and unfastened the button on the waist of my slacks. She held the pull of the zipper and paused to look up into my eyes. She opened her mouth, making a perfect 'O' and slowly drew the zipper downward. Then she tugged on the slacks, until they also fell to the floor.

I repeated her move. I used her shoulder for balance as she removed my shoes and socks.

I stood again. In my boxers.

"Really?" she laughed. "Tabasco-themed?"

"All that means is I am hot for you."

Sherrie burst into laughter. "I'm going to hold you to that."

I reached down and lifted her to her feet. We kissed.

I removed her bra. When I pulled it off her shoulders and the cups pulled away from her breasts, she quickly covered her breasts with crossed arms and hands.

"Sorry, Tom. Habit. I want you to see them."

She slowly dropped her arms to her sides.

I stared.

"Sherrie, you are beautiful. Such a feast for my eyes!"

"Thanks, Tom. After Dave left for his bimbo, I felt maybe I wasn't attractive enough. Too old, flabby."

"Sherrie, I honestly think you look sexier now than the girl I watched playing tennis all those years ago."

I caressed her breasts. I bent over and kissed the top of each breast.

Then I slowly walked her over to the bed until her legs were against it.

She sat, looking up at me.

I pushed her down to recline. Her legs still hung off the bed.

I took hold of her panty and slowly drew it down her legs and off.

She was completely naked!

My boxers joined hers on the floor.

I knelt between her legs and lifted them up onto my shoulders. I dipped my head and licked her thigh. I kissed, licked, and sucked on that soft flesh, ever edging closer to her pussy. Her hands were gently urging me there. Instead, I moved to her other thigh and slowly made my way toward the center of her hunger.

I slowly licked her from her ass to her clit.

She cried out and grabbed my head with both hands.

"Oh, Tom, please don't stop!"

I kissed all over inside her pink folds, following those with gentle licks. I pushed my tongue into her tunnel and held it there. I pushed deeper.

She quivered.

I slowly inserted my middle finger and after rubbing several times, I added my index finger, pushing slowly into her depths.

She cried out, almost a wail. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open. Short gasps as she struggled through a climax.

I searched for her G-spot and rubbed it gently.

She was headed back toward the summit, whimpering and crying as I rubbed.

I leaned forward and kissed her clit and licked it slowly, in circles.

This time it was nearly a scream.

"Tom... inside me, please!"

I raised up and looked into her eyes. Without looking away, I held my cock at her entrance and slowly entered her. I paused after about two inches to watch her reaction. It was one of ecstasy.

I pushed the rest of the way in, our pubes grinding against each other.

Her legs wrapped around me. Her hands went to my ass.

I pulled back all the way out of her, waited a second, and slowly re-entered her.

"Oh, Tom!... Ohhh!... so good!"

I repeated the slow out and in several times. Then I plunged deep into her and exploded. Pulse after pulse after pulse.

Her arms held me tight until my spasms stilled.

I was completely spent. I lowered myself onto her, keeping some of my weight on my elbows. Her boobs were flattened between us.

I could feel her heart beating. I started to count and then wondered if it was my heart.

Neither of us spoke for a few minutes, just basking in the afterglow of our passion.

"Tom, thank you for that. I haven't been with anyone since Dave left. I wasn't even with him during the last six months. But, Tom! That was one of the best fucks I have ever had!"

"Sherrie, now I really feel bad we did not get together at some point. That was amazing."

We remained like that until my cock shrank and slipped out of her.

She turned on her side to face me. Smiling. Her hand started to fondle my cock.

"Tom, we have a lot of years to make up for. If I put my hands on that little table in front of the window, would you fuck me from behind for the world to see?"

"Absolutely!"

I helped her out of the bed and walked to the table.

"Just a minute, Tom, let me do this first."

She knelt between me and the window and put my cock in her mouth. She cleaned it with her tongue. Between her tongue and her soft strokes along my shaft, she had me hard faster than I thought possible.

She stood, gave me a long, deep kiss, and turned to face the table. The window was to her left. She leaned over the table lightly, spreading her legs and sticking her ass out.

"I want you in my pussy again, Tom. I'm not a virgin. Fuck me hard!"

I stepped in between her legs and positioned my cock at her entrance. I eased in an inch or so and rubbed back and forth to get her juices on the head.

Then I rammed my hard cock as deep as I could, and Sherrie screamed.

I pulled out and pushed in slowly a few times and then ramped up the speed until I found a comfortable rhythm. With each thrust she cried softly.

I mixed deep strokes with shorter ones. I varied the speed for a minute, then resumed pounding into her. I had been playing with her breasts, but now I grabbed her hips and began ramming my cock deep into her.

"Yesss... more... Tom!... so close!"

I was also close! I stroked her a few more times and then rammed deep into her and held it as my cock pulsed.

"Tom, I feel your cum!"

I held myself deep inside her as long as I could, then pulled out and ducked between her legs and turned around so I could lick her pussy as she dripped. I lapped up all I could and then stood and kissed her.

"Oh, Tom, you are so dirty! I love it. I have never had a man clean his own cum from my pussy!"

"Let's climb in bed, Sherrie."

We got in and I tucked her in and put my arm around her. We stayed there, loving being next to each other.

"Tom, where should we go from here?"

"What do you want, Sherrie?"

"That's simple, Tom. I want you. Not just because of great sex, but because I have wanted you since high school. Now that you are with me, now that I have tasted your kisses and have felt your arms around me, I don't want to walk away.

"How about you, Tom?"

"I want you Sherrie. I will do anything to make that possible."

"Tom, we live a long distance apart, too far apart to be together much. Let's both look for employment moves to the other's city. In the meantime, let's get together about every four to six weeks for a weekend together."

"I like that Sherrie. Just one modification. I want to make sure our relationship is more than sex in a hotel bed somewhere. Let's get together, but make sure we do some fun things together. We can't marry solely for sex!"

There were tears in Sherrie's eyes.

"I am so happy. You used the word 'marry.' I was thinking it, but I was too scared to say it. Tom, let's find out if we fit together in other ways, because we definitely fit together in bed."

"And by the window!"