This is J. Some of you know my husband (ULiv1ce- who I will call "G" on this) through his accounts of our sexual adventures on Literotica. Well, I have a story to tell about a recent reunion with a girlfriend of mine and what that lead to. After telling it to G, he insisted that I write about it. I have to catch my breath just writing the details below.
"That's so great! I can't wait to see you." I said, ending my call.
"Who was that?" G asked.
"That was my friend Anne, the one I've told you about from before we met. We haven't seen each other in years. She is going to be in town for a week long conference at The Peak Resort and invited us for dinner next Wednesday.
"Damn- I can't make it that night. I got a call this morning that I have to fly out next Wednesday to Chicago for a meeting. I will be back Thursday night. Maybe we can meet over the weekend?" G responded.
I knew what he was thinking and could see quite a bit of disappointment in his face. He really wanted to meet her.
Anne was my neighbor back when I was first studying for my insurance exams. I was so focused on starting a career that I rarely went out and didn't have much time for relationships, other than a date here or there with a guy I'd meet somewhere.
One Friday night she unexpectedly called (knowing full well that I'd be home) and invited me over for dinner with her and her boyfriend. Let's just say that after loosening up from a lot of wine, the three of us were sitting on the couch talking and Anne leaned over and kissed me. I'd never done that with a woman before, but after the initial shock I knew that I didn't want it to stop.
I vividly remember tasting her lips and feeling her soft tongue caressing mine, which made me wet right away. The next thing I knew she was kissing my neck and removing my bra while her boyfriend was pulling down my shorts. It was... an incredible experience. For months afterward until I moved out of the building, we shared each other- with her boyfriend and without - quite a few times. I could still almost taste her.
G knew all about that. Although he had never met Anne, he told me how frequently he pleasured himself to the mental picture of she and I. And quite frankly all these years later I still did too. She was the first person ever to make me squirt.
The following Wednesday came and the workday seemed to take forever. I kept thinking "Does she still think about our fun? Was she ashamed? Would tonight be awkward?" From Anne's social media page and calls over the years I knew about her husband Jim and their teenage kids. How much did he know about us?
I was a bit nervous on the drive over. After valet parking I walked into the lobby- and there she was. Anne had always been striking- auburn hair and beautiful figure. This many years later, the only things that changed were that her figure was a little more voluptuous and she had a few streaks of grey.
Just the sight of her in that little black dress made me stir in the right spots.
"There you are!" she said then kissing me on cheek and giving me a long hug. "When I heard the conference was going to be here I knew I just had to see you".
"I'm so happy that this worked out. I've been looking forward to seeing you all week." I responded. I didn't want to overtly give it away that I was already getting turned on, in case that door was closed and locked. But my nipples had their own agenda and after that hug they were a bit obvious through my white blouse to anyone close by. Even though Anne's eyes were looking at mine, by her peripherally focused gaze and smile I could tell that she'd certainly noticed. "Let's head into the restaurant and order a couple of martinis to celebrate" I said.
Dinner was amazing. We had a small four seat table in a dark, semi-private corner that provided a beautiful view of the city below, made only better by the enormous drinks. Instead of sitting across the table from me, Anne sat adjacent, both of us facing the window, candlelight flickering off of her lovely features. The food was what would be expected at the top restaurant in one of the country's finest resorts.
We talked about our families, trips, careers (Anne had become very successful in pharmaceutical sales). Eventually, the martinis started achieving their desired effect and conversation moved further back in time. Her voice lowered to almost a whisper as she moved her face closer to my ear. "You know, very often I still think about what we did" Anne admitted. "Jim and I have never had a threesome; in fact it's never even been discussed. Having kids in the house plus busy careers just kind of puts our moods elsewhere in general, I guess."