It was many years ago, I kept telling myself. We're both older, each with children, and living in different states. However, I could not get her out of my mind.
Maria and I have been friends for over 15 years, meeting when she first moved to my apartment building with her husband. It was an immedate attraction, but one that was restrained for the obvious reasons. I was single, she was not. However, that did not stop us from going out together, sometimes alone, sometimes me with a date and she with her husband.
On many occasions, while sharing a table with the others, her hand would wander to my leg, or she'd brush her leg against mine under the table. I always passed this off as her Meditteranean way of being friendly (at least that's what I kept convincing myself of!).
Over time, things deteriorated with her husband, and before she moved back to Chicago (her hometown), she spent a week with me, awaiting the moving trucks and getting prepped for her return. We had one brief yet fulfilling sexual encounter during her stay, as I tried to keep a safe distance considering she was in the midst of a terrible time.
Once back in Chicago, however, she began telephoning and we'd talk for hours about this, that and the other thing. After about a month, I decided to make a trip to Chicago to visit her. She met me at the airport, and she looked better than ever, with the stress of the disolved marriage and the move over.
We went to her apartment downtown, unloaded my bags, and just hit the town, walking from cafe to cafe, hand in hand and enjoying each other. It was a weekend that was filled with wonderful and intimate experiences, where we learned about each other's likes and dislikes in bed. We took showers together, enjoyed performing oral sex on each other, and played with some light and creative gymnastic positions that stimulated our passions and reinforced our newly changed affections for each other.
It was finally time to return home, and Maria and I shared a few more exciting weekends like that over the next few years.
Now, it's over 10 years past. We've moved on to other lives, but have kept in touch. Recently, we accelerated our periodic talks and emails to almost weekly. This, of course, stirred physical and emotional twinges in both of us, and we decided that, 'just for old times' sake', we'd get together for a weekend.
It was a logistical challenge, as we both have spouses and children to contend with now (she remarried about four years ago, I about five). It did work out, however, that I could make a trip to Chicago on a work-related reason, so the date was set.
Upon arriving in Chicago, I took the train into the center of town, and a cab to the hotel that we arranged to meet at. She had left the room number on my cellphone, so I had no reason to stop by the front desk. I quickly passed the concierge station, entered the elevator, and pressed 18. Exiting the elevator, I followed the signs to room 1841. I could smell the scented candles in the hallway, knowing now that she was as excited about this weekend as I was.
Taking a final breath to clear the guilt that was stirring, I knocked on the door. It opened, slowly, to reveal a darkened room with floor to ceiling curtains closed. I could only imagine the view once they were opened. The smell of the candles, coupled with the fresh scent of a recent shower filled the room.
A slender and olive-skinned arm reached out from behind the door, offering a glass filled with Amoretto (our favorite drink for pouring and tasting on each other in the past!) My smile widened, as I took the glass, followed the arm around the door, and saw her. She looked even better than I remembered her, and her trim body was toned and muscular as she stood in a loosely wrapped silk robe.
Her breasts, which have always been an asset for her, filled the robe nicely, ending in two protruding nipples, hardened with anticipation. Her hair, always curly and shoulder length, was still wet from her shower. Her gently perfumed body glistened with a light application of oil.
I pulled her toward me, offered her a sip from the Amoretto glass, and said "It's great to see you, Maria....I've missed you".
She completed her sip, licked her lips, and returned "I've missed you so very much, Paul...so very much".
We kissed, gently at first, and then a little more aggressively. Her hands, so soft yet strong, rubbed my neck, back and eventually my butt. Though in my early 40's, I am in above-average shape and she commented that I felt as wonderful now as I did 10 years ago. I could not help but respond that she, too, has kept herself well.
My hands roamed over her shoulders, caressing her neck and back. My kisses moved to her neck, and she rocked her head back, exposing the front of her neck and upper chest to me.
A slight moan escaped both of us, as I moved down on her neck and chin, kissing and licking a path toward her clavicles and eventually to her upper chest. Her hands began pulling my head lower, toward her barely covered breasts. I began to lose myself in her scent, and let my hands now slide down to her hips, and eventually to the front of the robe, untying the silky belt.
The robe draped open, and Maria gasped as I moved my hands to her now naked hips, lowering my head to her breasts. Taking turns on each of them, I massaged her nipples with my tongue, gently kneading her hips and fine ass with my hands. I could sense her tensing and then relaxing, trying to accept what was happening to her and to us.
I pushed her back lightly, pressing her against the wall, and continued my descent with my tongue. I now had her right leg in my hand, gently draping it over my left shoulder. My tongue began licking her thigh, as my right hand snaked under her left leg and worked its way around to rest right above her now wet sex.
Reaching with my right hand, I gently pried open her lips, revelling in the fact that she was nearly bare, leaving just a trace of hair to direct me. My left hand now closed in on her, pulling her lips apart a little further. Moving my tongue from her inner thigh, across her stomach to her left thigh, brought about a louder moan, and her hands moved again to the back of my head.
"Please, Paul...do it...lick me. I've waited too long".
