I scooted along quickly under the dappled sunlight filtering down through the gigantic elms lining the concourse of Central Park. I was running a little late, but I'd phoned Cassie to let her know and she'd said she had a book with her and to take my time. My hurried pace was more a result of my excitement to see her than it was due to being a bit tardy. I settled into a long steady stride, glanced at my watch and smiled, knowing I'd be at our meeting place in a few minutes.
It was hard to believe six weeks had gone by since our last meeting. Serendipity had played a huge role in my bumping into Cassie that day at the Barnes & Noble in Union Square. But sheer sexual chemistry had propelled that meeting into one of the most incredibly erotic nights of my life. And interestingly enough, despite our age difference of 27 years, Cassie had expressed having the same memorable experience. I kept pinching myself at the realization that this beautiful young woman wanted to continue our dalliance. I was fully expecting that the brief, but intensely sexual flame of that magic night in late March might be just a passing thing or an "experience du jour" for Cassie.
We had intended to get together sooner, but life gets in the way sometimes, and while it was longer than either of us would have liked, the time had finally arrived for our "second" date. We had filled the intervening weeks with phone calls, emails, chats and texts. Certainly the younger generation has many more means of staying in contact then had been in existence when I was in my twenties, and Cassie and I had used all of them to the fullest. And while I had texted and chatted before, I'd never participated in the sort of deeply erotic and highly sexual repartee that we had delved into in our quest to keep the fires burning. And burn they did.
We'd sent daily emails, texted many times a day, chatted at odd intervals and found time for sexy phone calls when our schedules allowed. Her job with the marketing firm had gotten very busy and placed incredible demands on her time. Add in teaching yoga and taking a night course at Pratt and she was one busy girl. On my end the spring was always my busy season, with weddings and graduations kicking my photography work into high gear. Each new project required a commensurate amount of time dedicated to editing and design work. In addition my freelance work for the travel website had fed me several spring assignments which had kept me on the road and busier than usual. Between the two of us we'd not been able to find a mutually satisfactory weekend, until today, the first Saturday in May.
I glanced at my watch one more time. I'd be ten minutes late. We'd lucked out on the weather report, as early May can bring wild fluctuations to the greater metropolitan area. But the afternoon sun had brought the hordes out in the park and had put a bounce in everyone's step, including mine.
Suddenly, an image of our previous meeting flashed through my head and I smiled, as I remembered the scenario of Cassie straddling me in a straight-back wooden chair in her small studio apartment; riding me like there was no tomorrow. I quickened my pace; close enough to our meeting spot that I could start looking for her.
I saw her before she saw me. She was sitting alone on the west side of the concourse, legs crossed, reading a book. I caught my breath as the beauty of her visage filled me with a myriad of emotions. Her thick wavy brown hair was tied carelessly above her head and to one side, accentuating the large silver hoop earrings dangling from her lovely lobes. The reading glasses did nothing to hide her innate beauty; in fact, in my mind's eye, they enhanced it. She looked beautiful, sexy and intelligent, and she was all of those things.
She must have sensed me drawing closer, as she closed her book, looked up at me and a huge smile erupted across her gorgeous face. She stood up quickly and opened her arms to greet my approach with a soft landing and a kiss.
"Well, hello there, Uncle Teddy," she said softly as she wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me the most delightful kiss on the lips.
I was an uncle in name only, due to the close relationship I'd had with her father and family over the years, and not a blood relation. Still, her "Uncle" comments never failed to make my heart skip a beat. There was something sort of naughty, but innocent, in that reference; especially now that we had become lovers.
"Well, hello to you too, Cassandra," I replied, nuzzling her ear and kissing that super sensitive spot on her upper neck; one of many I had discovered gleefully on my last trip to New York. She pressed her body against mine, both of us oblivious to our public display of affection. I leaned back to look at her at arm's length. She was even more beautiful than I had remembered, or perhaps it was the knowledge of where our afternoon was headed that clouded my judgment and reason.
Her large brown eye sparkled with excitement and her steady gaze drew me in. Her slender body felt soft and pliant in my arms and I knew I was going to have a hard time keeping my hands off of her. She was wearing a light gray hoodie, unzipped to display a tight turquoise top that hugged her perfect breasts. She had on thin black leggings that followed every nuance of her contours and heavy Frye boots that gave her a kick-ass air of authority. To top it all off she smelled divine; a subtle combination of spring flowers and lavender. I was, once again, mesmerized.
As I leaned back to gaze at her, my arching back brought our pelvises together in a grinding bond. We just looked into one another's eyes and pressed hard. I knew she could feel me growing and we swayed back and forth, absolutely oblivious to the world and strollers passing nearby.
"I've missed you Teddy," she cooed with the sexiest smile imaginable. "I'm so glad you're here."
"Cassie, there is no place, and I mean no place, that I would rather be right now than right here, right now, pressed against you just like this," I smiled. She beamed.
"God, maybe we should pry ourselves apart for just a few minutes. I don't want anybody screaming at us to 'get a room'" she laughed.
"Oh, we have a room, Cass. That's not an issue. But maybe we should slow down and take our time getting there. What do you think?" I queried.
"I agree," she said. "But I think you need to sit down for a minute and regain your composure. If you know what I mean," she said with a sly grin, glancing down at the meaty bulge in my black jeans. I laughed and sat down on the bench, my arm over her shoulder. We contentedly watched the world wander by and smiled at our good fortune and a beautiful weekend just beginning to gradually unfold.
We got lost in conversation for awhile, catching up on each other's news and the latest twists and turns of our barely tethered worlds. The undercurrent of our conversation, however, was the knowledge that we were there together and side by side after weeks of pining and conjecture. Our inability to meet in the intervening weeks had become somewhat comical, in fact. But we were here now and that was all that mattered.
Cassie suggested we walk; maybe even begin to wend our way toward the hotel. I had come straight to the park from Grand Central and hadn't checked in yet. It was past 3pm and we could certainly do so whenever we wanted. She hooked her hand into the crook of my left elbow as we stood and pulled me against her as we began to walk. I was a good six inches taller than her, but her boots gave her a hefty two inch boost and her body felt perfectly formed next to mine as we strode along the gravel paths.
At one point Cassie stopped abruptly as she ran into someone she knew; a young man her age who was obviously a good friend. They laughed for a few seconds before Cassie introduced me.
"Alex, this is my friend, Teddy. Teddy, Alex."
