Author's note-This story is about 90% true, there are a few added details to make it easier to read, but this is pretty much how it happened.
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We were a couple for almost a year, both of us mid to late twenties working for a nationwide retail specialty store chain. It was a fun and busy time in my life, I was living in Manhattan and enjoying being a single guy in an industry dominated by very fashionable women. She was a district manager of a few stores over the bridge in New Jersey. We met at a company annual sales convention, she was quite flattered by the attentions of senior buyer for the chain at the opening night cocktail reception, I was quite intrigued by her incredible strawberry blonde hair and thin, shapely figure. We ended up in my hotel room bed that first night.
Pretty much everyone thought Kim and I were an odd couple. I was tall (6'2") and had a thin athletic frame, with a preppy Irish look to me. I wore Brooks Brothers suits with tassle loafers and came from a prestigious northeastern university. I liked my preppy aloof image, I liked it a lot. I was in to sailing, theater, collecting wine, playing golf...I loved the NYC restaurant scene. I was just one huge stereotype right out of the preppy handbook, and in retrospect was pretty impressed with myself.
Kim couldn't have been more different. Kim was sincere and very kind, she loved animals and small children and was close to her family. She had grown up just south of the Mason Dixon line, and had worked hard to get through a two year community college. She was smarter than she thought she was, she had good street smarts. But she was what she was, a pleasant girl who was more impressed by nice cars and a good chain restaurant than fine wine and the theater. But, what Kim did have was a great body. About 5'6", the beautiful hair was about shoulder length, on a slender frame with a great pair of 34B tits. They sat up high and proud, with a set of beautiful smallish pink nipples that stiffened oh so nicely. She had a gorgeously shaped ass that she preferred to keep tightly encased in a pair of broken in jeans. Kim had a narrow face that was average, not one you would pick out in a crowd, but oh, that body.
The night we met was a crowded gathering, and almost everyone there knew only three or four people from their local sales region, and pretty much stuck together. Kim and I had struck up an easy rapport over the phone in my year with the company, though we had never met in person. One of my assistant buyers had pointed her out early in the evening in the midst of the 'Jersey girls' as we referred to the store management team in her district. I spent the early part of the evening working my way through the room, introducing myself around and enjoying the deference and fawning that was standard from store personal for senior managers from headquarters, but purposely starting at the opposite side of the reception from Kim's group. When I noticed most of Kim's group of girls duck out to the outdoor patio smoking area I adjusted course.
I introduced myself to Kim with a feigned ignorance of who she was, and acted convincingly surprised that it was her, that we finally met after only talking on the phone. She smiled warmly if a bit nervously, saying she everyone knows who I am. We were only able to chat for a few minutes before her entourage returned from the patio and she did introductions all around. I made an excuse that I needed to meet some more people before the reception ended, but made a point of asking Kim in my most professional tone if we could catch up again before the evening was done to discuss a few things.
The reception ended about an hour later, and the crowd dispersed pretty quickly as most of the crowd was pretty anxious to get out in to the Manhattan night with what little spare time they would have that week. I was caught up in conversation in the emptying ballroom with one of the buyers who worked for me, but could see Kim lingering at a distance waiting for me to be free. I dragged out the conversation a bit, making her wait. Finally we finished up, and I made a bit of process of gathering some of my things. Kim made a cautious path to me and asked if I still needed to speak to her. I acted as if I had forgotten, but was gracious in thanking her for reminding me, and suggested we move to the gorgeous piano bar for a glass of wine while we talked. Two glasses of wine later Kim was following me back to my room.
Kim and I had a pleasant relationship in the time we were together. She was very nice, and doted on me when we saw each other. We both loved to ski, in hindsight that common interest made our relationship last about twice as long as it really should have. Our relationship was pretty much restricted to weekends by the distance between her central New Jersey home and my Manhattan apartment. So my week nights were free to chase the ultra fashionable, prep school city girls that always caught my eye. I think you know the type...tall, stick thin with perfect straight hair, small boobs and a credit card balance at every fashionable store in the city. But mostly what kept us together, at least from my perspective, was the sex. Kim had an absolute killer body, but she coupled that with being an insatiable athlete in the bedroom. She was creative and totally uninhibited, and could go for hours. She loved to try many different positions, could give a world class blowjob, and was ready, willing and able 24/ 7. She loved to please, and knew her body could give a man intense pleasure. She would playfully pout when I begged off, saying I just couldn't go a third or fourth time, and was sore and chafed by Monday morning from a full weekend of multiple times per day screwing. Kim knew she was great in bed, but her humble nature would never let her think to use that to her advantage outside the bedroom, in her mind that is just what her partner deserved. Even after our relationship was winding down, we never really had a singular breakup moment, I went back for more several times even though I knew I was using her and she deserved better.
Ten years later Kim and I had long since moved on with our lives. I had moved away shortly after we broke up, and eventually she met her future husband and moved as well. My career had taken off, and I was regularly criss crossing the country for work. I really didn't even think of her very often, though my memory of her was that she had been an aberration in my dating history. I thought of her warmly because she was such a nice person, but she wasn't very sophisticated. She liked her jeans with heels, couldn't debate world politics, and preferred rum and coke to a nice Pinot Noir. But mostly she was a distant memory.
My flight from the West Coast got me home very late, and pretty worn out. I felt rumpled and tired and dropped my garment bag just inside the door. My mail was in a pile, and I punched the message button as I sorted junk mail from bills. The first two messages where family and friends, but message three caught my ear, stopped me cold.
'Hi Skip. I'm sure this message will surprise you, probably shock you. It's Kim, I hope your remember me. A friend of mine was showing me how you can find people anywhere in the world on the internet, so for laughs I typed in your name. It gave me an address and this phone number, so I called it. I promise I would have hung up if a woman answered. If you feel like it call me at xxx-xxx-xxxx or you can email me at........'
I played the message back three times, there was no mistaking Kim's voice with her slight Southern drawl. I scribbled down the phone number and email address, finished sorting my mail and pulled out my laptop. Too tired to think only moments before, Kim's voice intrigued me enough to open my email. I typed out a quick email to her telling how pleasantly surprised I was to hear from her. I gave her a quick rundown of my last ten years and asked her to catch me up on her life, and I hit send. While Kim had been put away in a distant part of my memory, I have to confess that her voice brought her back quite vividly. That night I thought back to her perfect twenty something body and incredible bedroom skills with my hand firmly wrapped around my hard cock, then repeated the process the next morning. Both sessions resulted in powerful orgasms, which I enjoyed immensely. I made a mental note to listen to her message again that night.
My morning email inbox had a few messages, but one jumped out. Kim's rather cryptic email handle was followed by a subject line of 'Hey Sexy'. All other emails took a backseat, as I looked forward to finding out what path Kim's life had taken since we parted. I hoped she didn't have any bitter feeling lingering from our relationship, I really hadn't treated her very well at the end, and hoped things had turned out well for her. Kim sent a very nice note. She talked about her life in the Orlando area, how she enjoyed the warm weather and friendly people. She was married, though she alluded to that part not going very well. She didn't seem surprised at all that I was working too much, but doing very well. But mostly she just seemed to enjoy hearing from me.
We exchanged a few more friendly emails, pretty quickly reverting to the good natured ribbing we both enjoyed back in the day, it was as if we had been apart for a month, not ten years. I mentioned that Orlando was an occasional business destination for me, and in fact would be there the following month. Would she be interested in dinner for old times sake? Kim was delighted by the idea. She said she would pick a restaurant, it was her home town, and to forward my hotel so she could pick me up. It was date.
A month later I arrived in Orlando. My days on these trips are very busy, local management tries to fit as much in to my day as possible. I did manage to beg off from the standard dinner meeting, saying I had a previous engagement, though a playful eyebrow was raised when an administrator came in to a meeting to say I had a phone call from woman who wanted to confirm for the evening. I made an easy recovery, saying I had an old college friend who lived locally as I slipped out to take the call.
