There are events that happen in your life that you are prepared for and have thought about and there are those that are completely unexpected. This is not a story, it is my memory of an encounter with an old friend that happened while attending a conference in Germany.
I am a near 50 male that works for a large company that does construction work in developing places. As part of my job, I often have to attend development conferences so we can work better together. The events here occurred during a meeting that was held in Munich.
I married near the age of 30 and have been happily married for almost 20 years. Before getting married, I enjoyed many relationships with women, but because of my unpredictable schedule and constant moves, none of them panned out. One romance that lasted only a couple of months was with a beautiful medical worker that I met in my favorite local bar. She was a couple of years younger than me, and looked Spanish with pretty dark hair and deep brown eyes. Like me, she was a runner and in good shape. Her personality was outgoing, but reserved at the same time. She was classy and not one to quickly hop in the bed. As a matter of fact, we dated for a while and only had sex once and that was shortly before I moved from the area for a long trip overseas. I liked her, but the timing was poor and my lack of desire to maintain a long distance relationship spelled doom for us. We soon lost contact and both of our lives moved on. She was hurt at the way it ended and my leaving the way I did.
Nearly 20 years later I was sitting at the conference in Germany. Development conferences often have many sessions meeting at the same time. I was attending looking at infrastructure and there were other groups working things like medical and education systems meeting at the same time. During a morning break as I walked to get coffee I caught a glimpse of a fit lady with beautiful dark hair. I initially admired her build, nice body, pretty chest and the long black hair. It was only when I caught a better look at her profile that I recognized it as my old girlfriend, Marissa. I made no initial move toward her and instead continued watching her through the corner of my eye. She was in another session at the same conference. After getting my coffee, I returned to my meeting while thinking what I would do if we met. I wasn't sure how she would react towards me if we met.
I finished the day with thinking of Marissa, with memories of both our time together and how it had ended on my mind. I did remember her being fun, but I mostly remembered laying together with her in bed, even though we had only had sex once. Often we simply made out or played without completing the deed. It is weird the things you remember, but for me it was kissing, her dark nipples and a pair of maroon silk panties that she had been wearing (and I had been trying unsuccessfully to remove).
That evening there was a reception for conference attendees and I saw Marissa and this time she also saw me. When she saw me she raised her eyebrows in a surprised sort of way and we approached each other, with me feeling about cautious about getting too close. We said hello and asked how each was doing. We both beat around the bush with the usual life situation updates and discussed why we were at the conference. She was just returning from her time overseas and I was still getting ready to head back over. The conversation never really warmed up, but it was cordial and after a few minutes I excused myself feeling like the conversation had reached an end. We parted ways and continued to work the room after saying we would catch-up later in the week.
I felt bad after seeing her because we didn't spark when talking. The next night we again bumped into each other during the later part of the evening reception. I was slightly buzzed from drinking. She looked pretty and her pants highlighted a nice waist, ass and legs. She was still in great shape and had aged very well.
When we talked Marissa still seemed a bit reluctant to let her guard down. After a few minutes I just blurted out that I was sorry if I had hurt her. That seemed to be the turning point and she acknowledged that I had hurt her, but she was working on forgiving me. I asked her to join me for a drink in the hotel lounge and she agreed that she would. We soon left the reception and headed to the hotel bar.
We grabbed a booth at the lounge and sat across from each other. We talked about lives, marriages, kids and all sorts of things. The conversation allowed us to quickly reconnect and then she asked me if she could ask me a question. I told her I would only if I could ask her one back. So she smiled and nodded yes and then asked "Are you happy?" That was a tough question and I thought about it before answering that I was happy for the most part, but often felt ignored and not appreciated. I asked her the same question and she answered similarly. So, where was this going?
After a couple more drinks, the body language was beginning to change and we were leaning in when talking to each other. Marissa was showing signs of being a bit drunk with her flushed cheeks. I asked her if she had always been faithful. She looked at me and then told me that she had not cheated, but often thought of cheating, but she didn't have the heart to ruin her marriage. I told her that I did play online because I found it exciting.
It was clear that there was a connection and sexual tension between us. I then told her that one thing I always remembered about her was the maroon panties and how much they both turned me on. She was surprised I still remembered them. She blushed in embarrassment and then said she had to get up to her room to call home. I wasn't sure if I had blown it and we exchanged hugs, said goodnight and she left the bar.
I went back to my room and as I got ready for bed I was still thinking of Marissa. I got online to check my mail and there was mail from Marissa that said "I really enjoyed seeing you tonight and now remember why I liked you so much." I sent back a thank you and told her the same and that I would think about her when I went to bed. She replied with "What does that mean?" and I told her to figure it out herself. She responded, "I can't believe you were into my panties...pig. I will think about you as well."
The conference ended the next day noon and in the morning I got up to go for a run around a lake near the hotel. While on the far side of the lake I saw Marissa running toward me. She was wearing shorts that showed her beautiful legs and her nice body. I turned around to join her for the last couple of miles of the run. I ran behind her on the path admiring her ass and thighs. As we neared the hotel, I told her that she looked great and had aged very well. She said thanks and then I told her that I enjoyed having seen her again after all these years and that I hoped we could stay in touch, at least a bit.
Marissa stopped and turned toward me and we got very close to each other. Then without warning she just leaned in and kissed me. It was a warm kiss that quickly led to us having our tongues intertwined. We moved closer pressing our bodies into each other. Not wanting to create a public spectacle, I motioned to Marissa and we moved off the path and into the woods where we stood before a tree kissing. My back was to the tree and we kissed lustily for a couple of minutes. I pulled her close and my hands began to drift down her back and I grabbed her ass and pulled her closer. I was getting very horny and she felt great in my hands. Much to my disappointment, Marissa reached back and removed my hands from her ass while breaking broke off the kiss. She then just put her head down and said that kissing was a mistake and that she had to go. She turned and walked back to the hotel with me standing there trying to figure out what happened. After a minute I walked back to the hotel trying to make sense of it all.
The conference ended later that morning and I left for the airport so I could catch my flight to Frankfurt and then on to New York. At the airport in Frankfurt, I saw Marissa waiting for the New York flight I was taking back to the states. While waiting to board, I walked over to Marissa and just told her I was sorry. She said she was sorry and that she hoped I understood that she didn't want to cross a boundary. We didn't say another word and were not seated near each other once onboard the flight.
