Dani
The closer we got to Alan's restaurant, the more nervous I became. This was happening. After a lifetime, I was going to see my first love. The limo pulled into the parking lot of 'Ryder's Bar and Grill'. When our driver, surprisingly, an older woman, opened our door, all I could do was sit. It was like I was in a trance, couldn't move. My mind went back to the last time I'd seen Alan, his very last words, "I love you, we'll make this work."
I cried almost steady the rest of that day and off and on for so long that I don't remember, seemingly forever. I knew then that it would likely be the end of our relationship, one that, until he accepted the Georgia scholarship, I'd assumed would be the rest of our lives. He tried to explain why 'Georgia', instead of Wazzu, but it didn't make sense to me, something about how their quarterback making the receivers look good and he was looking ahead to the NFL.
He was right and it had worked out for him. He'd ended up being drafted fifteenth, in the first round by the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. But he and I hadn't 'made it work'.
This will be the first time I've seen him since he got on the plane in Pasco that Tuesday morning, August 2nd. We kept in contact for a while, but after a year and it was obvious that 'we' weren't going to work out, we gradually lost contact. With his off-season training, he never came home again.
Then I met Robert and you know the rest. I don't regret a moment of our lives together and we have two wonderful children, still waiting for our first grandchild. And I don't want to wreck that life with a man I haven't seen for an entire lifetime. It's why I HAVE to stay strong.
All this went through my mind in a few moments as I sat in that limo seat in front of Alan's restaurant. It seemed as if every detail of our ten-month relationship (was that all the longer it was - seems so much longer now) was gradually coming back to me in stark, vivid detail.
When Robert finally got my attention I slid out of the leather seat and remembered the dress I was wearing, the painstaking efforts to make myself enticing. For what? To punish Alan for leaving me? To seduce him? No, not that. He wouldn't have needed any seducing. I know that Robert had virtually insisted on me wearing what I was, but I'm a grown woman, able to make my own choices. I wore this dress because I wanted to. Because as difficult as it's going to be, I wanted to be beautiful and sexy in Alan's eyes, not just in his memory. I want him to share in my frustrated libido.
We thanked Carolyn, our chauffeur, for the ride, and arm-in-arm, Robert supporting me, we walked into the unknown.
Alan was there, in his entrance lobby, waiting for us - for me. We stood, just looking at each other, me trying my hardest not to cry. I loved this man, wanted to spend my life with him. We took tentative steps toward each other, then hugged, his arms around me for the first time since August 1988, almost thirty-two years.
My desire for him, that had faded a little with my nervousness in the car, returned with a vengeance. He didn't kiss me, thankfully. I'd have been lost if he had. But then he backed away, "Daniella..." he hesitated, watching me wipe away the tears that had made their appearance, "you're so beautiful, more than I even remember."
His voice, so soft and gentle, just like I remember. I wanted so badly to kiss him, to make the last thirty-one years go away, hold him in my arms forever. My resolve wavered, almost giving way to my lust. But then I remembered my husband standing beside me and was finally able to speak, "Alan, this is my husband, Robert."
His big, powerful hand took Robert's and they shook. I wondered if Robert had realized just how close I'd come in that instant to letting myself be pulled into something unthinkable. Thankfully, the moment had passed and Alan led us to the table that had been prepared just for us.
Alan's presence made me remember the dress I was wearing, the bra that I wasn't wearing, how I looked to him and it sent a thrill through my body. I tried not to, but couldn't stop myself from quickly glancing down at his groin area. I saw what I had secretly hoped, his erection.
And I remember thinking that his body would likely be softer than he was at eighteen. I was so wrong. He had broad shoulders, incredible, thick arms, like he could have been a competitive weight lifter. I couldn't stop my mind from wondering what it would be like to make love with him. Even as an eighteen-year-old, he was incredible, but now! I wanted...
"You mind if I have dinner with you?" he asked, thankfully interrupting my dangerous train of thought.
I opened my mouth to tell him that I'd hoped he would when Robert spoke first, "I think Dani would be disappointed if you didn't. She's been looking forward to this for a long time."
He had no idea!
Our table was one for four with a beautiful flower arrangement on the white tablecloth, two sets of silverware, and cloth napkins in the center. When I looked a little surprised at only two sets, Alan told me, "I didn't want to be presumptuous, I'll have a third brought over."
The table was adjacent to a big window overlooking the bay, a similar view to the one from our balcony, except from right adjacent to the water instead of fourteen floors up. The colorful city lights reflecting were beautiful. I sat down and was a little surprised and a lot alarmed when Robert sat on the opposite side. It was like... I don't know, he was pushing us together?
Alan sat down in the chair beside mine and I tensed, remembering his ways. "Babygirl," he started, "that perfume... and your dress... you've grown up!"
I almost let out a whimper when I felt his hand on my leg, sending an electric sensation through my whole body. He could always do that with a single touch. But this time...
A waitress stopped at our table, leaving us three glasses of ice water and two menus. "I take it these are your friends you've been waiting for, Alan," she said.
He smiled at her, "They are," he motioned toward me, "knew this beautiful lady in high school. Haven't seen her since... knew her pretty well, in fact."
Yeah he did, every part of me. The way she smiled when he said that implied that she understood exactly what he was saying.
It was obvious that he had a good relationship with his employees. That made him even more attractive in my eyes.
And his fingers, rubbing little circles on my bare leg, right below my hemline. I was glad I hadn't worn any stockings or especially the slacks I'd originally planned. The feel of his hand on my bare skin was just, so erotic, driving me wild.
"Babygirl, tell me about you, your life."
'Babygirl'; Just hearing that word sent a chill through my body like none other. It was January. And like so many others, the memory came rushing back, detail by detail, even the date, January 23rd. It was snowing outside, hard. His parents were skiing so we were home alone at his house, doing what we did whenever we had an 'alone' opportunity.
I'd told my parents a little white lie, that because of the snow the night before and the bad roads, I didn't want to drive home, asking if it would be alright if I just stayed in their spare bedroom. Even the basketball game with Wenatchee had been canceled. I didn't mention that Alan's parents were gone for the weekend. I smiled to myself at that thought - they never would have guessed that of their nice little cheerleader daughter.
I have no idea how many times we had made love that night. Alan was cooking breakfast. I think I mentioned that even then he was a fantastic cook. He was making a shrimp omelet. I was so amazed at all the tiny details I could remember from so long ago.
I was wearing one of his white t-shirts. It went almost to my knees. Alan was concentrating on his omelet, not paying attention to me. I pulled the shirt off over my head, naked underneath it, and snuggled up to his back, tickling his ear with my tongue and whispered to him, "I'm horny."
He turned around, a big smile on his face and said, "Babygirl, you're insatiable," reached behind him turning off the stove, pushed the pan off the burner, and carried me to his bedroom, our lips locked together the whole way.
"Dani, you there?" his voice interrupted my thoughts, a hand waving in front of my face, bringing me back to the present. Robert had grown used to my thoughts wandering, especially over the last couple weeks.
"Sorry, was just thinking about something - the first time you called me 'babygirl'."
I wanted him to remember it, too. He did. The smile on his face, the look in his eyes when he stared at me, and most of all how his hand tightened on my leg, moving up to the inside of my thigh told me that he was remembering it. I put my hand on his on my leg and squeezed, maybe even putting a little upward pressure on it. If I'd thought that my libido was on fire before...
"Maybe we'd better order," I suggested. We hadn't even looked at the menu yet.
When I opened mine, Alan looked down, ostensibly at my menu, but I knew that wasn't what he was looking at, pointed at something. The only thing I was thinking of was his eyes on my tits, so exposed by that thin dress.
"Our grilled salmon is really good. I remember how well you liked it." I wasn't thinking about salmon or any food. Alan's hand had moved higher yet on my inner thigh, only inches from my soaking wet panties.
"Sounds good to me, I'll have that. Hon?" Robert asked me from across the table. He had to know what was happening under the table, it was almost all I could think of, wanting, needing to get out of here. Drag Alan to the bathroom and fuck him like we've never fucked before.
But I wouldn't. I kept telling myself that I'm a woman now, in control of my emotions. Robert and I will go back to our room, he'll fuck me and in the morning, we'll go home.
But I was almost desperate. For the man squeezing my bare leg, inches from my pussy. What I had feared when Robert first showed me this dress was happening... and more powerfully than I had even imagined. And I knew without looking how big and hard Alan would be. What would it feel like inside me...?
"I'll have the salmon, too," I managed to mumble, just as I felt a finger lightly tickling the center of my skimpy panties.
