After college, Christy and I had drifted apart. I had married Susan, my sometimes girlfriend, and Christy had married some guy named Tony, or Tim, or something like that. My son had arrived barely a year into our marriage, and I was too young and immature to manage my life properly.
My divorce from Susan had seemed heartbreaking at the time, but Susan and I had actually become friends afterward, and raised John (Jr.) to be a good kid. Susan re-married, but I stayed single, and took the opportunity to work on my career and to learn how to be a dad.
When John reached his 18th birthday, I told him I was going to get him a cruise, and that we would take a two-week tour of the Caribbean with some friends.
Neither he or I were dating anyone, so the original idea behind the cruise was that I would invite some friends, and we could all enjoy the cruise together. One by one, though, the friends all dropped out. Some of them found it too expensive, while others were not able to get the time off from work. John and I decided we would go anyway, and we could just hang out while he got ready for college.
About a month before the cruise, I bumped into Christy at the gym, and was surprised to find out that she was also divorced, and had moved back home to be closer to her parents. (It was no accident that I was at the gym. I had been working out and dieting like crazy so I could be in shape for the cruise.)
Christy and I hung out in the gym parking lot for hours, and talked deep into the night. I had to admit that she still looked fantastic. Her hair was still as dark, her body was as firm as ever, and her face seemed much younger than mine, even though we were nearly the same age. Christy said she would have invited me over, but she was only recently divorced, and she didn't want her daughter seeing her with another man so soon.
When I asked about her daughter, it turned out she was almost the same age as my son. As we laughed and traded stories, it was obvious that we still had a lot in common.
When you meet someone after a long absence, you sometimes say "it was like we never left," but this was a different experience. Christy and I were both more mature than before, and it was more like we were meeting for the first time. When we had dated in high school and college, I had been obsessed with sex, and I had never realized what an entertaining person she could be.
When the night finally wound down, we made plans to see each other again the following Friday, and ended the night with a goodnight kiss.
The following Friday, I was as anxious as I had been since college. I put on some nice clothes, and we met at the restaurant rather than let our kids know what was going on. When I saw her, she was stunning. She wore a short sun dress with yellow flower patterns on it, and white sandals that reminded me of our days at the lake. The dress was slightly tight on top, and showed off her breasts without being too low cut. (Her breasts were average sized, but still sat high on her chest, and seemed to have gained a little size since having her daughter.)
The dinner was excellent, and we both got more than a little buzzed from a bottle of wine. When we walked back to her minivan, she leaned in to me and gave me a deep kiss that made me instantly horny. She must have been feeling the same, because when we finally started to break the kiss, she reached down and placed her hand flat against the outline of my dick. Her next words were "climb in", and of course I did.
Once in the minivan, she drove to the edge of the parking lot, in a dark corner that overlooked the highway, but had a slight view of both the restaurant and the bank next door. As soon as she turned off the engine, she climbed over onto my passenger seat, folded herself into my lap, and wrapped her arms around me again.
