Dumb and Dumber

Dumb Dumber 2

Part 1 -- The Plan

These events took place years after the dental office play from the first chapter. Jennie, April and I had all moved on in life with marriages, children and relocation. However, with Facebook and Instagram, we had all softly connected and kept an eye on each other. April did the least on-line, and I wasn't really sure what was going on in her life. Jennie, on the other hand, was fairly active and posted pictures of her two daughters and dog. She had been divorced a couple of years.

In any event, about fifteen years after the first events (which took place when April and Jennie were in their very early 20s and I was in my early 30s) I had to take a series of depositions in Vancouver, Washington. One advantage of being a partner is controlling your schedule at times, as well as coordinating business travel for personal pleasure. In this case we had six days of depositions. All of the other counsel were local. I suggested, and they agreed, that we go Wednesday to Friday, then resume the following Tuesday to Thursday. That way I had a weekend on the client, save for food and drink, and avoided a second trip. It meant a bigger suitcase but that's what checking a bag and expensing is for.

It was my first visit to the northwest in years. With no family in the area, and nothing interesting me other than a visit to Powell's Bookstore, I knew Jennie had relocated to the Portland suburbs and thought it might be fun to get together and see what happened.

The beauty of Facebook is its messaging features. I pinged Jennie and suggested dinner Friday night after work at a steakhouse near the Hilton in downtown Vancouver. She responded within twenty minutes, so I asked her for a phone number for a quick call. That too came back quickly.

We hadn't spoken in ten years, and I had a few nerves as I dialed. She answered on the second ring. We chatted generally about life for about fifteen minutes, going over our respective divorces and parenting situations. Jennie let slip that her ex had the kids that weekend.

"Hmmmm, now you're giving me ideas...... Would you be interested in more than dinner Friday, maybe make it a weekend getaway?"

She was quick to come back, "that's an idea, what are you thinking?"

"Couple options come to mind. We could get an AirBnB out in Ilwaco or Astoria or the coast near Long Beach. That might be tough because it's a summer weekend and they are probably booked. We could go the other direction and find a place in the Columbia River Gorge. We could just stay in Vancouver, the Hilton is a nice hotel, and go up to Mt. St. Helens or the coast on Saturday for a drive and a hike. Or we could hang out in the room and enjoy the pleasures of the flesh all weekend with some local food and drink."

She laughed, 'You clearly have something on your twisted mind. I've been wanting some fresh seafood so staying in Vancouver with Saturday at the ocean sounds good to me. I love walking on the beach. And I know that Hilton, we had a dental convention there. It's nice and I think it has an indoor pool too. That work?"

"Perfectly," I said. She had always posted photos of Cannon Beach and Seaside so I knew she liked that. "I assume that we can text with these numbers for final details. I'll figure out Saturday and pack assuming we might have some beach time."

"Cool," Jennie said, and we then talked for another couple minutes.

Two weeks later I arrived at PDX and grabbed a rental car. After driving across the Columbia River to Vancouver I checked into the Hilton, leaving the car in the hotel garage. It was late Tuesday morning, so I walked two blocks over to my local counsel's office to organize for the depositions. This being before electronic files, I had my paralegals organize my proposed deposition exhibits in triplicate by witness and then ship three boxes to arrive the previous day. I brought additional material with me in my big black boxy lawyer briefcase, and had spent a good part of the flight revising my intended question tracks on my laptop. It took a couple of hours to open and organize the exhibits in a conference room, print my updated outlines, and chat with local counsel. By four everything was set and I was ready to come back the next morning for the deps.

My phone binged as I was leaving. It was Jennie, "You arrive?"

I had my hands full so I went back to the room before responding. "Got in earlier, just finished preparing for tomorrow. Are we still on?"

"Absolutely. May be a slight change on Saturday night, can we be back to Vancouver by 7?"

This was odd, so I simply said, "Sure, lunch and beach, its easy to get back from Ilwaco by 7."

"Check out this Mexican place, lets eat there Saturday night. Heard it has great margaritas." She included a link.

"Works for me. Everything else set?"

"Aside from your room number......." she wrote.

"916 on the HHonors floor, I should be back there no later than 6. Reservation is at 7. I will leave a key downstairs at the desk."

"Perfect," Jennie replied, "see you there and then."

Part 2 -- Friday night

The depositions went well and I was back to the room just after 5 on Friday. I took a quick shower and put on some slacks and a collared, long-sleeve shirt. It took about 3 minutes to straighten up my work papers and make the place presentable, which gave me time to sit down with my book.

Promptly at 6:02 I heard the door lock click. Jennie stepped into the room with a bag over her shoulder and a big smile on her face. She looked remarkably like she did fifteen years before. Shorter brown hair, bright brown eyes, cute roundish face, and quite thin. Jennie had her dental office scrubs on though.

"You look great, it's so good to see you," I said, putting down my book and going over to greet her.

"Thank you, you look good too." We hugged first, then did a quick peck on the lips. My arms encircled her for a moment and we kissed again, quickly, nervously.

"Let me help you with that," I said as I took the bag off her shoulder. "Packing light?"

"I'm low maintenance, NOT!" she retorted, laughing. Just then there was a knock at the door and a porter pulling a larger suitcase was outside.

"Indeed, that is quite a bag, my apologies, I know never to question how much a woman packs."

Jennie laughed again, "Indeed you should not question that, apology accepted and I will expect something special later. But for now I need to get ready." She grabbed some clothes and several makeup kits, then went into the bathroom, leaving the door open a few inches. I heard the shower running and contemplated joining her, but decided to save that for later. She took a quick shower and got to work getting ready. She stuck her head out and asked for some water at one point, so I brought in a bottle from the minibar.

Jennie was wrapped in a towel. She was as thin as she was 15 years earlier, great shapely legs well proportioned to her torso, having two children hadn't affected her hips, though her breasts seemed a little larger. We chatted about work for a couple of minutes, then I excused myself to let her finish up.

She came out at 6:50 wearing a navy blue sundress. "What do you think? Jennie said as she twirled around.

The dress was cut low enough on the back to suggest she was braless. It was cut low enough on the front to confirm that. "Jennie, you look spectacular. I can't believe how long it has been since I left Seattle, and you look like you haven't aged but a few days over that time."

Jennie stepped over to me and put her arms around my head. Mine went around her waist. She kissed me, long and hard this time. The heat in the room skyrocketed.

"Thanks," she said. "There have been some crappy years during and after my marriage to that idiot, and its so nice to be appreciated."

"Noted," I said, "and now its time to put that in the past and look forward to a better phase in life."

We walked over to the steakhouse hand in hand, chatting about nothing. Dinner was a delicious rib steak, bone-in, medium rare, with a martini to start and a glass of Barolo with the steak. Jennie had a Cosmo, salmon and a glass of chardonnay. Finished around 8:30, we headed back to the Hilton, talking less while still holding hands.

Reaching the lobby, silence now reigned. As the elevator doors closed, I turned to Jennie and looked into her brown eyes. "You know, I'm really happy to see you. Sometimes I wonder if I made a horrible decision to go another direction and missed fifteen wonderful years."

Jennie smiled. "Yeah, I understand completely." She leaned over and kissed my cheek. "We can't ever experience that, but we can enjoy it going forward."

With that the elevator doors opened and I took Jennie's hand to lead her down the hall.

Once in the room Jennie excused herself to use the powder room. I turned on some music and a couple of low lights. Once she came out I excused myself. The bath smelled of Jennie's perfume, sweet and flowery.

Coming out Jennie was sitting on the small loveseat that backed against the window. I walked over and sat down to her right. "What now, maybe some television?" I joked.

Jennie laughed, "yeah sure, television."

With that we leaned together simultaneously and kissed passionately. My left arm went around Jennie's back and my right encircled her front. We tongues soon emerged, dashing between lips to dance. It seemed like years of pent-up emotion were rising from within. My right hand pulled Jennie against me. Her hands fell to my lap and gripped my thigh, pulling them closer.

Feeling no need to wait, I raised my hand to Jennie's left breast. It quivered when touched, showing she had indeed no bra. Gently lifting it through the dress, Jennie moaned and a whispered '"oh God" passed her lips.

"Touch me," she commanded, taking my hand and placing it between her legs above the knee.

Jennie's thighs parted as my hand moved toward her torso. We continued to kiss as my hand reached its goal. Jennie moaned as I began to gently rub up and down. Her panties were already damp. Circling now, it caused Jennie to spread her legs further, letting my fingers reach the edge of the gusset. Stroking now that edge, fingertips reached around and lifted it ever so slightly to slide underneath.

"Oh fuck," she said as her head fell back, then came to my shoulder as she leaned into me. My fingers continued to explore. As they reached her folds Jennie whimpered softly, "touch me, touch me."

I slid my hand over both her lips and then up to the top of the cleft. There seemed to be a light patch of hair so I stopped to focus on the key point. "Yes there," she said through clenched teeth, "right there."

Slowly circling with light pressure, I slowly spread Jennie's lips apart to directly reach her clit. The nub was obvious to my touch. Her breathing became deeper. I could feel each breath on my neck, warm waves of air. "Don't stop," she said, "please don't stop."

Continuing for about a minute, Jennie suddenly tightened up and her legs clamped together around my hand. Her torso shook from bottom to top and shuddered several times. Surprisingly she didn't speak, but held her breath as the orgasm coursed through her body. As her orgasm tapered off Jennie's body relaxed and fell away from the tight grip it had on me. She didn't go far though, keeping her arms around me.

Extricating my hand, I lifted her chin so that we could look each other in the eyes, then kissed her softly. "Oh my word, thank you for that, it was amazing."

"My pleasure, it's been awhile since we did that."

"It's been awhile since anyone did that," she said. "Come on let's get in bed."

Jennie stood up and offered her hand. She led me over to the king bed, where she pushed her dress straps off the shoulders, then let it fall to the floor. Jennie stood before me in only her white panties, cut high on the hip. Her breasts were much as I remembered them, smallish but perhaps larger from having two children, still with a darker shade around the prominent point. "Your turn," she said.

I complied, unbuttoning my long sleeve dress shirt, then removed my t-shirt. Looking at her brown eyes, I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned the dress pants, unzipped them, and dropped them next to Jennie's dress. Next my socks came off.

We stood looking at each other, both breathing heavily. Her breasts rose and fell as she caressed her belly with a hand. We were about a foot apart.

"Look," I said, "we've done this before. I think it's time we did it again." I pulled off my boxer briefs, revealing my fully hard cock.

She looked down at my member. "We have indeed," she said, pulling her panties off and dropping them next to my briefs. I looked down too. Jennie did have a small patch of dark pubic hair, cut short. Her hips were much as I remembered, a little boxy rather than a slope out to the widest point.

Our eyes locked. She smiled. I smiled. "Then we've waited long enough." She threw back the covers and sheets, then lay down.

I needed no further invitation and lay down next to her, on her left. Resting on my right side, I put my left leg over hers. Jennie reached down and grasped my shaft pulling it gently up and toward her body. My hand found her moistened cleft. "Ready?"

"Yes," Jennie said, so I shifted up over her, using my left leg to part hers. Resting on my elbows we were face to face, and kissed. My cock rested on her thigh for only a few moments before Jennie took it in hand. "Here," she commanded, guiding it toward its goal. I moved my right leg over and now rested between hers.

Jennie placed my head between her pussy lips and rubbed it up and down. I leaned forward slightly on my elbows, pressing it forward and entering Jennie's outer lips. Neither of us spoke as we looked into each other's eyes. As I slowly moved my hips up, pushing aside her inner flesh, Jennie's eyes slowly closed.

Gently pressing forward, I slowly penetrated Jennie to the hilt. She shuddered but kept her eyes closed. Pulling back a few inches, I again pushed deep inside her, and then started to slowly repeat the motion. Jennie's knees were bent alongside me and she began to slowly rock from the rhythm of our bodies.

"Oh fuck yeah, don't stop," she said, opening her eyes and reaching up to kiss me. Our actions grew more frenetic as they continued, with our lips and genitals locked together. This felt too good and I was afraid I might cum to quickly, so I broke the kiss and raised up on my elbows.

"No keep going," Jennie commanded. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled my cock as deeply as it would reach into her moist cave. I tried to move in and out but she held me there. "I'm so close."

Despite having Jennie's legs wrapped tightly around my waist I was able to move just enough for her. I'm sure my pelvis was pressed against her clit and was hitting it again and again. That was enough for her. Jennie gripped my arms tighter as her abdomen shook, with waves of pleasure racing up her spine. Her stomach convulsed several times. Strangely Jennie remained silent, eyes closed, lips pursed as she focused on the pleasure emanating from her pussy. After thirty seconds or so she released her leg lock and relaxed back onto the bed.'

Only then did she open her eyes. "Amazing, God, thank you so much that was so needed."

"Like I said, my pleasure." I was still slowly fucking her.

"Your turn sweetie, what's your pleasure? Jennie teased with a wicked smile. "Want me to suck you dry? Or flip over and do it doggie?"

Now this was the adventurous Jennie of fifteen years earlier. "I see you haven't changed a bit my dear, up for something off the beaten path."

"You can take the girl off the farm but can't take the farm out of the girl."

"This is great," I said. "I'm close myself. Just let me keep going and look at your beautiful face and I'll be there." With her legs unlocked I had been able to resume a deeper in and out rhythm.

"Its my tits you really want to see," she teased, reaching up with her hands to tweak her nipples. She pulled the point away from the darker areola.

"Oh shit yeah that's it." I suddenly feel the orgasm start to swell up from my balls as the sack tightened further and the shaft reached its final size.

"There you go, now give me your cum. Cum for me baby, fill me up.

That took me over the edge and my cock began to release its load. Jennie held me tight. The first spurt coincided with an almost blinding flash in my brain, one of the best orgasms I have ever had. Throbbing again and again, my cum filled Jennie. I closed my eyes to enjoy the moment, feeling every pulse from my balls through and into her.

Finally spent I relaxed and lay gently on her. I could feel the fluids from both of us flowing down over my balls. We kissed softly, looking at each others, wry smiles.

"That was worth the wait. Wow."

"You really got off," she said. "I could see the energy."

"It was all you, what an inspiration to watch you earlier. I was ready to go." We kissed and cuddled for a few minutes, then Jennie excused herself to clean up. I had to admire her bare bottom as she walked to the bathroom and regretted she had put on a robe before her return.

When I got back from my own break Jennie was sitting with a pillow support and her robe on, but with her legs under the covers. She had the clicker and was looking for something to watch. "Its 9:30," she said, "too early to sleep and I don't want another drink. And given your age old man (I was then 46), its going to take you a bit to get going again....." She smiled as I settled in next to her. "I think the Mariners are on."

My heart rose with the Ms reference, as they were still my team despite moving from the Northwest.

"I think Freddy Garcia is pitching. No, there it is, Ryan Franklin."

She knew the pitchers.....this might be a match made in heaven. We settled in and watched the final innings of the game, then called it a night around 10:45. Both of us were tired from the work week and knew we would be up in the morning. Jennie threw off her robe, leaving only panties. I had on my briefs.

"Till morning," I kissed her and we snuggled down in the bed.

Part 3 -- Saturday morning and afternoon

I woke up first the next morning. Jennie was stretched out on her back with the sheet just above her waist. Her shoulder length dark brown hair was barely messed up, framing her face nicely. When we first met I saw her mainly as a naive farm girl but that had changed. Jennie was a beautiful woman in her mid-30s, and I wondered whether it might be time to start calling her Jennifer.

Continuing down, my gaze took in her breasts. They weren't large when we first met, and having two children hadn't caused them to grow very much. Laying on her back further dampened their size, but they were still well suited for her frame. Jennie's nipples begged to be kissed. Even asleep they had prominence, an erasure tip + in size, with texture.

"You're smiling, like what you see?"

"Didn't realize you were awake. Yes, I do. I didn't give you and these enough attention last night."

"You did a pretty good job, frankly, best I've had in years I must say. Goes back to my early 20s."

I reached over and began to run my hand across Jennie's stomach. "I remember some of those days. Crazy times. Now it's a little more sober."

My finger began to circle Jennie's nipple. It immediately stiffened up, becoming even more prominent. Her eyes closed again as she enjoyed the touch. I leaned over and kissed Jennie. She responded back and we continued for several minutes of kisses while I stimulated her breast.

"I need to get up," she said. "How about a shower to clean up after last night?"

It was a bit unexpected, but I assented.

"Give me a minute, then come on in."

Being a good boy I did as suggested. Jennie was already in the nicely sized step in shower. Naked and wet she was breathtaking. Jennie was facing away from me while soaping her arms. Water droplets covered her shoulders and back, contrasting nicely with her slightly tanned skin. Jennie had a cute bum. She didn't have a curve to a hip but more of a little pelvic box. There was no flab.