Unexpected Love

This is a story I wrote a long time ago when I unexpectedly found the name of my first love on a Google search. She was not a little school girl when I last saw her, in fact she was naked and writhing under my own body as we finally consummated a love that had seen us as recklessly and hopelessly in love as we matured into adults. She went her way and I went mine as her ambitions and, unfortunately, her faithlessness ended up with us on opposite sides of the world.

We got together for a reunion of couples. I even went to her wedding and spoke on behalf of her deceased father, killed in a mining accident. She was still as flirty, outrageous and loving as she had been when we were nineteen.

Enjoy.

I was so nervous as I sat on the bus heading into the suburbs that my palms began to sweat and I knew that if I lifted my suit jacket I would have big wet patches under my arms and quite likely down my back. I loosened my tie and I could almost feel the steam from my body drifting up my neck. I sniffed. At least I didn't smell.

I consulted the GPS on the phone and saw that the blue dot that was me was only several hundred metres from her. I pressed the bell for the next stop before the pleasant voice in my ear told me to. I got off at stop 57.

Now walk 300 metres North on Burnley Avenue and then you will have reached your destination.

I heard but my feet wouldn't move. I stood there, frozen and in fear. I couldn't do it!

"Are you alright, love?" an older woman asked me from where she was sitting in the shade of the large bus shelter and was staring at me with a very concerned look on her face. I shook my head. My throat was stuck and I just couldn't seem to speak. I was surprised when she got up and came over to me. For a split second I saw long blond pony tails with pink ribbons, deep blue and big eyes staring innocently at me. Her short blue school uniform skirt and the checked blouse was so familiar. I blinked and the vision was gone.

Gently she took my elbow and guided me back to sit on the hard bench seat before she sat down beside me.

The shade, her warm smile as she patted my knee and asked if I wanted some water made me lose a little of the tension I was feeling. She dug in her big handbag or I guess it was bigger than a handbag, one of those big carryall things that people have that seem to be bottomless. I think I have seen people pull out kitchen sinks from their deep dark interiors. She held up a bottle of water and I could see the condensation on the side rapidly appear as if it had been taken out of the fridge she had in her bag.

I nodded in thanks and opened the top before glugging down half of the bottle before taking it from my lips. I put the lid on and handed it back. She nodded wisely as she took it and placed it back inside. "Nice, thank you," I managed to murmur.

"You don't come from around here, love do you?" she asked politely.

"No. I have come out to see someone. Someone I haven't seen for a long time. Not since school," I told her haltingly. I was so out of sync. I am not normally like this. I am confident, smart and normally cool. Today I was a total mess and sounded like a fourth grader. Which was how long it had been since I had seen this woman.

"Old flame is she?" my helpful companion asked and I saw that she was quite interested and not simply making conversation.

"No, no, nothing like that. I knew her in fourth grade at school but..." I stopped this woman didn't need to know everything, "she and her mother left town. Recently I happened upon her name and I rang her to see if she remembered me. We were very good friends as kids," I told her.

"And did she?" she asked but had to ask me again as my mind flew back to those days when her long pony tails, short blue skirt and checked blouse were the only thing I seemed to notice at school. That and her smiling blue eyes and pretty face. I cried when she was taken from the classroom and her mother told her the news outside on the veranda. I did not know what news it had been but my little friend had screamed and bawled as her mother held her tight. Our teacher, Miss Woods was also rubbing her face when she came back inside and told us to read quietly for a while. Later I found out her Daddy had been killed in an accident at the mine. I never saw her again.

"Yes. She did. I was very surprised because it has been nearly 15 years," I said softly.

"So what does she do? Is she married with kids or are you hoping to rekindle the love you had for her as a youngster?" she giggled a little and I think she wanted me to say the latter to give my journey a romantic twist.

"Oh, yeah, she's married. Apparently for nearly 5 years. She found a man straight out of high school and fell in love. She's a vet. That's her surgery just up there," I pointed to the big sign just outside the shopping centre where the bus stop was. VET was about halfway down the list of store names.

"You want me to walk with you?" the lady asked and got to her feet to encourage me to do so. I nodded and stood with her. I faced her and for the first time I looked at her properly and noted that she wasn't really quite as old as I thought she was. Certainly she was older than me by at least twenty years. Her face was still smooth and her big blue eyes twinkled in that very charming way that ladies can get when they are feeling good about themselves and are happy with their lot in life.

I offered to carry her big bag but she told me she was fine. Her hand slipping inside the gap between my ribs and elbow was a surprise but when she gently held my wrist I suddenly found her grip to be calming and I didn't feel anywhere as nervous as I had felt before I got off the bus. I bent my arm up so that her hand rested naturally on my arm and I patted her hand and told her thanks. She smiled at me and I found myself enchanted.

We walked slowly. Not because it seemed she was frail and needed to walk slowly but because I think she wanted me to slow down and simply relax even more. She asked me what I did for a living and I told her that I wrote computer programs. I was surprised when she asked me what sort. I generally just say that and people nod wisely as if they understand that I am a nerd and they don't need to hear me say anything more about.

I told her I built systems for big corporations to assist in their customer services but that I also wrote little applications for phones and the like.

"Anything I might have on my phone?" she asked quite interestedly.

"Do you play golf?" I asked her and was surprised when she nodded enthusiastically and told me she played two sometimes three times a week.

"Do you use Golfscore to record your rounds?" I asked shyly.

Again she nodded enthusiastically and told me it was the most wonderful thing. "It even shows me where I am on the course and gives me suggestions as to what club to hit, but I don't use that bit because it would be cheating. I only use it when I am practising," she giggled.

"Do you use the feature that lets you measure how close your ball is to the hole when you think you might have a pin shot?" I asked.

"How do I do that? Normally I use the tape on the flag. Always seem to get beaten by a few centimetres. Bloody cheats," she murmured the last part under her breath but I giggled with her anyway.

"I can show you. But maybe we have to play golf together one day," I found myself saying as we continued our slow walk to the Veterinary surgery. We were at the entrance when she stopped me with a little press on my forearm.

"I would really like that, but I don't even know your name," she said as if she was quite surprised that we hadn't introduced ourselves. I felt like a bit of a cad. I had drank her water and let her calm and tend to me as if I had simply expected it.

"My name is Oliver Henderson," I reached inside my jacket and found the little pile of a dozen or so cards that I carried in my inside pocket. With a flourish I handed her one. "It's my personal one, not the company one. You probably wouldn't get me there anyway. They get very particular about personal calls and interruptions to our days," I said conspiratorially.

She laughed even as she accepted my card and very carefully put it into her purse. I found myself entranced by her small hands, delicately polished and coloured nails and for one awful moment I could not help but wonder how they would feel stroking up and down my large cock. A cock that would look even bigger with her little hands around him.

I found myself blushing as she produced a little notebook and wrote her name and details on a page and ripped it out to hand to me. "I am Sonya Ridings and Oliver it has been a pleasure to meet you," she said. I pulled out my wallet and put the note carefully into the slot where a few bills sat.

"Sonya, do you think we might be able to play next week?" I found myself asking her.

"Name a place and time, Oliver. As long as I don't have to drive too far to the course!" she giggled.

"I will ring you. I will book a time for us at my course first and then we might set a date for your place," I suggested.

"Very good, Oliver and I will do the same. Does your card have your Golflink number on it?" I nodded but she held out her hand for her note page back. She carefully wrote her number on it and handed it back. I should have checked it then but I didn't.

We left with a soft handshake and she wished me well meeting up with my old friend. I watched her walk away and my eyes found themselves firmly on her little arse. She was not a tall lady but she certainly had nice legs I suddenly found myself thinking.

I entered the air-conditioned surgery and asked the girl behind the desk if I could see Joy Winters for a moment. I wasn't that disappointed to find out that the Vet had been called out to an emergency and if I could leave a message. I shook my head and said I would try another time. For some reason I wanted to find Sonya and see if I could buy her a cup of coffee or maybe lunch. I went off in the direction I had last seen her.

I searched for an hour. I was sure that her pink outfit would make her standout but I must have been colour blind because she called out to me as I walked past a food court and she was dressed in lilac! She waved me over and asked how my meeting with my old friend had gone. I sat down and told her that the Vet was out on an emergency and wouldn't be back today. I shrugged and told her that I would try another day.

Sonya was elegantly eating Chinese with chopsticks and I watched her sliding a strip of beef into her mouth with her sticks. I suddenly had vision of her lips opening to take a much larger and tastier piece of meat! I shook my head and told her that I think I had to find something to eat. She suggested a few places and I got the impression she was a frequent visitor to the centre. I thanked her and told her I would be back shortly.

I returned with some nicely grilled fish, salad and of course the ubiquitous serve of chips. Cheekily she snatched up a chip and sucked it into mouth. "Yum! I really miss chips. My dietician tells me I can't have them anymore but I do love them!" she laughed. I couldn't help the little thump of my heart when her face took on an expression of almost orgasmic bliss. Not that I had seen that expression on too many women's faces but that look of absolute delight and pleasure as she put the chip into her mouth made me almost blush.

"So what are you going to do for the rest of the day, Oliver?" she asked as she resumed her own meal and I forked the tender fish flesh into my mouth.

I shrugged. "I had intended to take the whole day off and hoped to spend some time catching up with Joy and perhaps having lunch with her. Then, I was going to go home and head to the range. My chipping has been absolutely woeful lately and costing me shots every bloody where!" I grumped.

My lunch companion started laughing. "I suppose you chip like Lydia Ko?" I asked her with a grin at her amusement.

"I have been told I have the touch of a female Seve around the greens but sometimes my driver lets me down and causes a few headaches. I get the go rights and on my course that can get you into water trouble," she said with a flutter of her eyelashes.

I chuckled and again I was smacked by her subtle beauty. There were teen idols that couldn't pull off that charming yet a little flirtatious look. Again my heart thumped and I found I was liking this woman even more.

We sat and discussed golfing woes until well after we had finished our meals and were sipping coffee watching people go past. It must have looked strange to see a tall relatively young man, I am only 24, with a lady old enough to be his mother, sitting and laughing and swinging our arms as we sat opposite one another. I guess they could have thought we were mother and son and having lunch but I was dark haired and brown eyed while she was blond and blue eyed. We were certainly a contrast.

It was almost 2:30 when I suggested that I should probably find a bus to get me home. She reached across the table and put a warm hand on mine. I looked up into her eyes and there it was again. The little extra thump of my heart and her eyes sparkling. "You don't want to take a bus now, Oliver. The bloody thing will be filled with school kids before you get home and will stop at every stop. Come on, I will share a taxi with you," she said knowledgeably.

I grinned and told her only if it was not out of her way.

"Oliver, did you not check my address?" she asked with a small smile.

I shook my head and told her I was going to do it when I got home.

"I live about 5 minutes from you, probably less. I come over here about once a month to see my daughter but she was out today. Some horse emergency out at the racecourse!" she giggled and then laughed outrageously at my perplexed look.

"You're Joy's Mum?" I guessed. She nodded but she was still laughing too hard to tell me her story.

She was still giggling as she held my arm close to her breasts and guided me through the shopping centre until she directed me to a rank of taxis. She and I sat in the back and fastened our belts as I gave the driver my address.

"Joy Winters as she is still known by is actually Joy Sinclair, she married John as she told you just after she started uni. He is a dick and I don't like him much. Which is why," she leaned into me in the back of the taxi as it sped through the school traffic and back on to the main arterial that led back to our inner city suburb, "I come and see her at work."

"But you said your name was Ridings?" I queried her and she nodded.

"Maiden name. When Angus was killed at the mine I didn't want to keep being known as Mrs Winters and have everyone recall the name and the accident, so I reverted to my birth name," she said softly.

"So you never got married again?" I asked. Suddenly it was important to me to find out more about this lovely lady beside me that felt so warm and her friendly face was becoming even more beautiful as we travelled.

"No, Oliver. I just never found anyone that I clicked with easily. Not that Angus was a catch either. He barely spoke at home, but that is the past. I was never one to hold back and I guess that made me unpopular with people. I live my life as I please. I play golf, I like a drink and occasionally I go out and simply indulge myself in clothes, books or even art works. I don't need much to make me happy and sometimes," she gave me a wicked grin as she took my hand in one of her little ones, "I find people to help."

"Well this person that you found to help thanks you very much, Sonya," I returned softly and found myself lifting her delicate hand to my lips and kissing it. She sighed and leant even more into me as I held her hand for the rest of the journey.

She got out with me as I paid the driver and she held my hand as I walked her up the pathway and to the door at the side of my home that led into my kitchen rather than the front door that came into my formal entry and then the living room.

She kept a hold of my hand as we walked into the kitchen, she set her big bag down next to one of the chairs and kept walking me through the living room and her eyes indicated the two doors off it. I had the feeling she was asking for my bedroom. "On the right," I said softly.

As she held the door knob with her hand she paused and turned to look up into my eyes. I think she was going to ask if I was sure but I surprised her by bending slightly and kissing her full lips. I held the kiss as I put my hand on hers and turned the knob.

Her passion was high as we didn't break the kiss as we shifted locked together into my bedroom. I am a bit of a neat freak and nothing in my room was out of place. However, my jacket, tie, shoes, pants and shirt were strewn all over the room as were her skirt, heels and blouse. Her bra came undone easily and I paused to look at her magnificent breasts. They were full tear drops and tipped with nut brown nipples that rose easily under my soft kisses. "Suck them, Ollie, please suck them softly," she murmured.

I mouthed them gently and let my tongue press them into her hot tit flesh. I groaned as they sprang up hard and swollen into my mouth. "Oh goodness, Ollie, bite them! Oh fuck you are going to make me cum!" she groaned and almost buckled at the knees as I let my front teeth trap them and my tongue tease them in rapid flicks back and forth across them.

I almost tore her little panties down before lifting her up and throwing her in a giggling heap into the middle of my bed. I growled at her to spread her legs and let me feast. Dutifully she opened her legs wide and I knelt at her ankles and stared up into her wetness and the wispy blond curls that were barely visible around her pussy. I kissed her feet and her ankles. She giggled delightfully like a small child being tickled. I ran tender fingers up her calves and beneath her kneecaps before letting my hot mouth kiss the inside of her knees and my mouth open wide to bite her kneecap gently. She groaned and I could smell her arousal even more now and I wanted to feast on her pretty pussy. I would have let my tongue feast on her smooth and tanned thighs but neither of us wanted to wait that long. Her little hands opened her pussy flaps and I could see the moisture seeping from her dilated hole. I let my tongue lick my lips and moved directly to her well. My eyes led my tongue and they closed momentarily as my desire to taste her was sated.

"Eat my cunt, Ollie. Oh my fucking lord it has been so long!" she squealed as my tongue drove inside her and my nose rubbed her clit as it swelled and filled the gap between her flaps. I let my tongue slurp along it and my lips made an O around her organ. I sucked her gently and then with more pressure as those little hands of her pressed the back of my head to force me harder against her sodden centre.

"Yes, Ollie, yes, yes, yes! Make me cum, oh god, yes, make me cum hard!" she panted as her hips moved like a mechanical bull up and down against my face. I ate her like a starving man and sucked her clit hard and teased it with my tongue. I slid two fingers into her wet tunnel and hooked them to find her G-spot. She almost deafened me with her unexpected scream before she simply opened her mouth and moaned. My face was sprayed with her pussy juice.

She was panting as she watched me strip my under shorts off. "Oh, baby, yes please!" she cried out in delight as my fat thick prick stood out proudly from my groin. "Ram it hard up me, Ollie. Don't stop until you fill me with hot cock juice!"

She was not quite as capable of taking my cock in one thrust as she thought. Her panting, raking of her nails down my shoulders and her little heels drumming on my arse as she writhed and almost yelled her need to be fucked was an entirely new experience for me. I grinned as she kissed me hotly and then my chest as I strove to fill her with every millimetre of my prick. "You're breaking my cunt, Ollie! Oh, God break me totally! Fuck me, fuck me, so hard!"