She was sitting at home. Quiet flat. Nobody around. Just watching a bit of fluff TV when she hears the familiar sound of a txt message arriving on her phone.
"L, its M. I'm in London. Meeting cancelled. I have a few hours before I have to get back home. Want to meet for a drink?"
She hasn't seen him in years, and yet the memories come back in a flood. Is he serious? After all this time? To meet in person?
She knows this would only be a brief, flirtatious meeting, but she feels the warmth in her body rise, as she replies. "Sounds good". She gives him the name of the area she now lives in, and they arrange to meet in a local wine bar.
One hour later, and she walks into the bar, and spots him over in a corner, watching her with a smile. She walks up to him and they give each other a big hug. Just like the last time they saw each other, they squeeze each other tightly and smell each others scent.
He loves the feel of her warm body as it presses into his, and he wraps his arms around her back as she places her head over his shoulder and squeezes him back. 30 seconds pass, and then another 30. Neither releases the embrace, and they stand there locked together.
Eventually, after what seems an eternity, they separate and look into each others eyes, hands still resting on each others sides. He leans forward and gives her a short soft kiss on the lips, pulls back and says "Hi there!" She smiles, and says "Hi there to you too!"
They smile to each other, and there is an awkward moment, of not being sure what to say next. To break the moment, he turns to the bar, and orders a bottle of white wine and two glasses.
Pointing to a bench seat, they sit down next to each other, slightly apart, but not overly so and he pours a glass of wine for each of them.
They raise their glasses "To old times" he says. "And new ones" she adds He smiles as he raises his glass, and they clink them together.
They then begin to catch up on small talk: what were you dong in london? why was the meeting cancelled? aren't you expected home. All the things that two people can think of without touching on the facts of their personal life's, and the cold realities of their situations.
During this conversation, she shifts her position on the seat slightly, and turns towards him more. Relaxing into the conversation, she starts to lean forward, and at one point touches M's leg as they exchange a brief giggle about nothing in particular. He feels the electricity in her touch, and his mind begins to swim with the emotions of being with the girl of his sexual and emotional fantasies of the last 8 years once again.
The atmosphere changes after the "touch", and she feels it too. His look changes, and she notices that despite the time that has past, there is still some base connection between the two of them. A connection that was never fully realised. Never fully acted upon.
She remembers one thing that he had said to her the last time they met all those years ago, and she looks him in the eye, and lightly bites her bottom lip. Expecting him to laugh, and smile, she is instead met with a serious and lustful look. He leans forward in the seat, slides across so their legs now touch together, moves his arm around the back of her shoulders and his hand up to her head, leans forward and pulls her towards him. No word is said, but their soft lips touch once more, but this time with a more intensive, emotional connection.
She opens her mouth slightly to his kiss, and they brush their lips together, slowly, lightly.
She moves her hand across to his knee, and slides it onto his lower thigh, and gives him the lightest squeeze to encourage him further.
He tips his head slightly to the side, and she does the same. He pulls her head closer to his, and a full connection of soft lips is formed. She lets out a light moan, as she feels his mouth searching and moving around her own. They open their mouths further, and she slips her tongue slightly into his mouth. He reacts by touching it lightly with his.
They begin to lick and suck softly and slowly on each others tongues as their mouths open and close against each others. Oblivious to their location in a bar, and carefree as to whether they are being watched by anybody at all.
He pulls apart from their kiss slightly, looks her in the eyes, "I've been dreaming of doing this again since the last time I saw you, you are amazing".
Her mouth is still slightly ajar, and she slides her hand across his thigh slightly, and leans forward for another kiss without saying a word.
"ah-hem" said the barman. "Here is your bill, unless there is anything else you need?" He gave them a knowing look, and they giggled slightly.
"Erm, no. Thats fine, thank you very much" M said, and quickly paid the bill. "I think he is asking us to take this somewhere else" L said "I think so too." "How do you feel about that?" she said with a very clear twinkle in her eye. "Well, I have a while till I have to catch the train to go back to the real world" he said. "Lets go back to my place then. and we can have another drink there"
Five minutes later she was opening the door to the apartment. A quick cursory glance around confirmed to her that her flat mate was definitely out for the rest of the night. "Make yourself comfy, and I'll go and open another bottle I have in the fridge"
M sat down on the large sofa, and glanced around the new surroundings.
She soon came back with two glasses of wine, and sat down next to him on the sofa. "You know what, it's good to finally have you somewhere more private after all these years" she said. "It has been a long time coming" he agreed.
She leant forward with a smile in the corner of her mouth and reached out and stroked his jaw line. "We should have done this before"
He looked into her beautiful brown eyes, and felt what remained of his defences collapse under the power of this amazing woman.
They kissed once again, slightly harder this time, and his hand moved directly onto her jean covered thigh, and he slid it up towards the top. She moaned loudly this time, feeling more able to be free with the way she felt in this more private location. The kissed hungrily, and passionately, and he moved his hand further upwards till it was above her belt line. She sucked in her tummy to give him room, and he slid his hand back downwards, but inside her jeans. She reached across his chest and rested her hand on his neck whilst she enjoyed the feeling of his hand as he cupped her knicker clad pussy with his whole hand.
He pressed the palm of his hand against her mound, and squeezed and rolled his fingers as they pressed against the fabric of her knickers.
