Molly and Paul (Open to one man but please PM first)

[Loving50]

Checking face book most definitely was not a regular habit, but for some reason I felt compelled to do so on that particular Monday morning. Even though I usually glanced at the notifications in my inbox, I rarely felt the need to actually log on. Something caught my eye though and I took a few minutes to check it out.

The news feed could not have interested me less as I quickly skimmed the messages. My breath caught and my palms went damp as a name popped out at me. Paul Jefferson. My thoughts began to race. Paul Jefferson! Memories of that sweet and innocent time flooded back and warmed my heart. Suddenly sentimental I fought the urge to dig out my high school yearbooks, at least for the moment.

Paul’s message was friendly, short and to the point. “I knew a Molly Andrews (I see it’s Swanson now) in high school. In fact we dated and I can tell from your pictures that you are the same beautiful girl I gave my heart to over 30 years ago. Isn’t fb amazing?! I think about you often, Molly, and just decided to take a chance and find you. I’m glad I did. I hope you are too. If you are willing to chat please message me here. I see you live near Denver. I’m there on business next week and would love to meet for coffee or lunch if you are at all willing. It’s unexpected and quick, I know, not your favorite combination. Just think about it and please let me know. I’ve never gotten over you, Molly, but it's just coffee, I promise.”

I read the message about 25 times as I fidgeted in my chair. “It’s just coffee,” kept running through my mind. My practical mind laid out all the reasons why I shouldn’t reply while my heart raced to form a somewhat intelligent answer. That’s not easy to do when the head is otherwise occupied.

Finally I messaged back. “Paul, so great to hear from you! I think about you often too, it’s been so long. I would love to catch up here and if we can figure out a time to meet next week. And you thought I was ONLY practical! There are lots of things you could learn about me if you’re interested. Now the newly wild side of me is going to send this off to you before Miss Practical changes her mind. Hope to see you next week.”

I hit the post button quickly, hoping I hadn’t made a mistake. Paul Jefferson. Just the name sent shivers down my back.

 

[susurrus]

I joined FaceBook when I was looking for some information a friend said was available from somebody's FB page. I didn't realize I needed to join the damn site to access it. At least, that was the way it all seemed to work. So, since I couldn't figure out how to get where I needed to go without doing so, I joined.

I'm still something of a luddite, so all this social media thing just seemed to be a way to willingly give away my personal privacy. I've only had a cell phone for a few years, and it's one of the cheapos. No Smartphone stuff for this guy. I got the cell. The world should be happy about that.

Anyhow, enough curmudgeon stuff...

I hadn't been to a class reunion. There were only a couple people I cared to see, anyhow. Most of the folks I did stuff with in high school were older or younger. It's not to say I didn't hang out with at least a few people my own age in school, but what contact I'd had with most of them told me that since graduation, our lives had diverged enough that we no longer had the common interests we'd shared back then.

Nevertheless, the remote occasions I decided to get on Facebook told me that I had no frikkin' idea how to navigate the stupid thing. I had, like, eight friends, and five of them were family, and two were buddies from work. So, it was a vicious circle. I didn't go on FB because I had a hell of a time getting around, and since I didn't get on often to figure it out, I had a hell of a time getting around.

When I did get on, I looked up friends I'd lost contact with. It's amazing how many people share names. Sometimes it's tough to figure out who you're really looking for.

Then, one night, I was goofing off. Bored with porn and biased news, I signed in to Facebook.

I wondered to myself, "Who haven't I looked up?" Then it dawned on me. We'd been a couple our junior and into the summer after our senior years. I forget why we broke up, or who did the breaking. After 30 or so years, what difference did it make? She came to mind off and on over the years, and each time she bubbled to the top of my consciousness, it never failed to bring a smile.

I typed in "Molly Andrews," and hit "enter."

I got two hits: the thumbnails looked to be some kind of folk singer and a mature woman. The folk singer meant nothing to me, but the face in the other picture brought back a flood of memories.

She was every bit as beautiful as I remembered her. She'd married, as had I, but fortunately, she'd used her maiden name in her profile so people like me could find her.

Suddenly, I had a flash of guilt. Why should I contact her now, after all these years? I had no idea whether she'd attended any of the reunions, but if I'd really have wanted to renew old ties, that would have been a way. I was just about to back out and go do something else, but then I reasoned that I'd gotten this far, and what would it hurt to at least say "Hi?" Besides, from the look of things I'd be right about her neck of the woods for work in a little bit. It'd be a kick to see her if she wanted to get together.

So, I sussed out how to send a personal message and began to write:

“I knew a Molly Andrews (I see it’s Swanson now) in high school. In fact we dated and I can tell from your pictures that you are the same beautiful girl I gave my heart to over 30 years ago. Isn’t fb amazing?! I think about you often, Molly, and just decided to take a chance and find you. I’m glad I did. I hope you are too. If you are willing to chat please message me here. I see you live near Denver. I’m there on business next week and would love to meet for coffee or lunch if you are at all willing. It’s unexpected and quick, I know, not your favorite combination. Just think about it and please let me know. I’ve never gotten over you, Molly, but it's just coffee, I promise.”

My heart pounded. Could I really send this? I was phrasing it like it was all innocence, but with the nervousness that roared through me, was it really?
Did I still have feelings for my old high school girlfriend? Well, of course I did, but were they those kinds of feelings? The way my body was reacting really made me wonder.

I was getting light-headed as I hit the send button for that message, but by that time, it was too late. It was sent, and either I'd get a response or I wouldn't.

 

[Loving50]

“Paul, so great to hear from you! I think about you often too, it’s been so long. I would love to catch up here and if we can figure out a time to meet next week. And you thought I was ONLY practical! There are lots of things you could learn about me if you’re interested. Now the newly wild side of me is going to send this off to you before Miss Practical changes her mind. Hope to see you next week.”

Of course, this was my response and I couldn't send it fast enough. For all my griping about the world of social media and the clear invasion of privacy it affords, at that moment I was so happy I had joined. Paul! Yep, just his name gave me shivers and I wasn't even sure why.

As I dug out yearbooks (and hoped for a quick response from Paul) my mind drifted back to the two reunions I attended. I enjoyed the ten year class reunion except for two things. First, I really hoped to see Paul there and secondly, I was 8 months pregnant and my sexy shoes didn't make the cut with my swollen ankles. I had anticipated a sweet meeting with Paul, maybe even dancing a bit, along with stolen glances. (Always the romantic, Molly) Although I had fun reconnecting with many, I was disappointed that he wasn't there and spent quite a bit of time wondering about him.

Our twentieth reunion was fun because I attended with girlfriends instead of my moody husband. Again, I was disappointed that Paul didn't show but I quickly set that aside and enjoyed the freedom of the weekend. I actually had a quick encounter with an old boyfriend toward the end of the evening. He followed me to the restroom and grabbed me as I came out. His insistent kisses and groping both excited and startled me but I pushed him away, determined to remain faithful to my husband. As I walked back to the party though, I imagined what might have been my response if that had been Paul.

Paging through the yearbooks brought back a flood of memories of him. Walking through the hallways hand in hand, attending his various sporting games, the trip to NYC with our speech team, working on Yearbook together, so many concerts and plays, and the day a math teacher walked in on us as I kneeled before him, giving him a BJ in a darkened classroom. The vivid memories brought a smile to my face and almost kept me from hearing the distinct ping announcing another FB message.

Quickly I checked the screen. His name popping up again made my knees weak and I eagerly clicked on his avatar.

 

[susurrus]

I was still recovering from the euphoria contacting my old girlfriend had awakened in me when I received notification that Molly had written me another message already!

It meant she was on the other end of this connection! Good god, my heart was hammering away again, and I felt half faint.

God, just knowing she was there brought back memories of things I'd almost forgotten. I remembered Molly was mostly a "good girl." There were certainly "bad girls" in my school, both of a criminal and a provocative type - sometimes both. Molly normally behaved herself... but when she decided to be naughty, it was most always of the provocative sort, and it usually meant a lot of fun for me. I won't elaborate at this time, but suffice it to say that when she wanted to, she could turn on the sultry charm, and while it didn't take much to get me hard at that age, she knew how to get me there and keep me there...

And her message intimated that she let her "bad girl" side out a lot more often these days. She was certainly flirting with me. That, she'd been really, REALLY good at, even back in high school when she was being "good." When we were together, my cock was usually stiff, just from the way she walked, the playful but double entendre nature of some of the things she said, and her general looks, top to bottom.

Hands trembling and my cock throbbing against my jeans, I typed:

"Are you there right now? I can almost hear your voice saying the words in your message. Just knowing you're there really makes me want to meet while I'm out that way." And in acknowledgement of her comment regarding her "wild side," I added, "I'm hoping Miss Practical will find something to do elsewhere while I'm there.

"I'll get in sometime late Sunday afternoon, and will be heading back out again a week after that next Tuesday. I'll have that weekend to myself. Why they scheduled it like that I don't know, but it might open up better possibilities for being able to meet."

The thought of possibly spending an entire day with Molly was more than I could hope for, but a guy can dream. I was forgetting that she had a husband and probably a family she needed to be home for. Also, how would she explain it? I supposed that'd be up to her to figure out. It was kind of a callous attitude to have, but what else was I to do?

Once more, I hesitated before sending the message, but then I reasoned that I better get my shit together, or she might not be on the other end when I did finally send it.

I pressed the button and waited, hoping Molly would still be there to get this message, and maybe send me yet another...

 

[Loving50]

Quickly I skimmed his message. As stated earlier my expertise with FB was extremely limited so it took a few messages for me to realize that we were actually "chatting". He was on the other end, responding in real time to me! That thought made my palms begin to sweat. "Settle down, Molly! You're getting ahead of yourself!" I actually said out loud.

In the few moments I took to collect my thoughts, I realized that I wanted to act and act swiftly. I knew that if I took much time to think through any of this, the old practical Molly would put an end to any and all interaction. That's precisely the reason I messaged him with the following. It was a risk but one I was suddenly willing to take.

"Paul, this may sound pretty strange but I'm really not much of a FB kind of person. Would you be willing to talk instead? I would love to catch up a bit but I would much rather do it over the phone. What do you think?"

I quickly hit send before Practical Molly had a chance to weigh in.

 

[susurrus]

Sonofabitch! Molly was, indeed, on the other end of this connection, because it seemed like only minutes after I sent my message that a new one came in from her.

I read the new message, then read it again, thinking maybe I'd imagined what it said. A third time through told me it wasn't my imagination, it wasn't a mistake. My Molly (fuck, I was suddenly thinking about her like that again!) wanted to actually speak on the phone with me!

I damn near came in my pants as I quickly typed my phone number and sent the message, not giving a shit if it was safe or not to send such things over Facebook's lines.

That done, I grabbed the speaker phone and waited, horny as hell and anticipating with both eagerness and dread the sound of the phone ringing...

 

[Loving50]

Almost breathless I quickly called him. He answered right away.

"Hey Paul. It's so great to hear from you!"

He sounded older but still like the Paul I knew and loved once upon a time. Talking about the past 30 years or so was fun and informative. Family, careers, even the weather took up some time. Then things got quiet.

"So, you're coming to Denver." I said, stating the obvious.

"Yes. I'll be there for over a week. I hope you're ok with me asking to get together." He answered.

"Absolutely!" I said with more conviction than I felt. "I would love to get together for lunch or dinner or whatever works for you. Just give me some notice and I'll make myself available."

We chatted for a while longer and then ended the conversation with a tentative plan to get together.

As I hung up I noticed goosebumps on my arms. I smiled at the physical reaction. Hearing his voice warmed me and my thoughts returned to our dating days. He was my very first love and it took me a long time to get over losing him. Now, more than 30 years, a marriage, 3 kids, a career and a life later, I was melting at the thought of being with him again.

"You're a fool, Molly. Take this for what it is, just a friendly meet with an old boyfriend." I stood in front of a mirror and said aloud to my reflection. But as I walked away I knew that wasn't all it was. I believed it was the start of something surprising and amazing.

 

[susurrus]

The phone was in my hand before the first ring was even finished.

"Molly?" I rasped, my throat suddenly dry. If it'd have been anyone else, I didn't know how I'd explain my greeting.

"Hey Paul. It's so great to hear from you!" It was one of the things that could be both annoying and a good thing about Molly, this penchant for
generally being right to the point. One thing was for sure, I always knew where I stood with her; she usually came right out and told me what she wanted or how she felt. When she was coy, it usually meant she was being playful, and that there was something good coming.

The voice on the other end was mostly the voice I remembered. There was the addition of thirty years, so there was a maturity to it that I remembered
beginning to creep in toward the end of our relationship, just before we parted ways for college and lost all contact with one another. That maturity
didn't matter, though, because I could still hear the girl I knew bouncing behind it.

"My god, Molly, it's really you." I just sat for a few seconds, marveling at that fact.

We then started catching up. She had three kids (but I was sure she still looked spectacular) and all the pluses and minuses that accompanied that, which included a husband, and house and a life.

I gave her as much about me as I felt she needed to know at this point in our reunion: my marriage, my boy, my job and some of my hobbies. I didn't tell
her that the whole time we were talking, my cock was stiff as a board and I could feel it oozing precum into my pants. Good lord, I was surprised at how
horny just talking to Molly got me, at how aroused just the notion of seeing her again, even in a public, platonic situation made me.

Toward the end of our relationship back in high school, things had gotten pretty torrid. Molly's a couple months older than me, so she turned eighteen
first, then waited for my birthday. The previous years, she'd been an incredible tease, but I liked it, because she flirted only with me. My cock was
hard in her presence almost constantly, and it made for some embarrassing situations in school, particularly when she left me off at the locker room door
with a kiss, leaving me to get into my workout gear with a raging hard-on. Don't think I didn't get a few jeers about that. So, I spent the first two
thirds of our girlfriend/boyfriend days taking care of the condition Molly was capable of getting me in, and was more than willing to put me there.

On my eighteenth birthday, she was being coy again, which I knew meant fun for me. Of course, I also figured that meant I'd be spending the evening with
my cock in hand, taking care of myself yet again, but I didn't care. Molly was good at her self-appointed job, and besides I loved her madly, and liked
that she teased me out of playfulness, not malice.

Anyhow, we'd gone out on a date for my birthday. It was a Saturday, and we started early. We'd gone to see a matinee, then grabbed a bite to eat. We then ended up in a secluded spot we knew, where we'd spent many hours with our lips locked together. We'd never been discovered in our spot, and so we figured no one but us knew it was there. The sun shone bright, but not too hot, and the sounds of civilization were so far away as to be nonexistent. So far as we knew: in this place, we were Adam and Eve.

We were kissing long and hard, like we had so many times before. Just kissing Molly got my cock so hard, I'd gone home many a night after being out with her, with a big dark spot on the front of my jeans. It was both embarrassing and arousing, and as long as there wasn't anybody around to see, I wore that
bulge with the wet spot proudly. Of course, if there were others around, I felt obliged by propriety to at least try to hide it.

So, we were making out, and my cock pressed almost painfully against my pants. Next thing I knew, I felt a new sensation down there. It took only a
moment for me to realize that Molly's hand was desperately groping my erection while we madly frenched one another.

I damn near came from the sensation and the thought of it. I'd never felt anyone's hand but my own on my cock, but this new feeling was one I sure wasn't going to get tired of. As I moaned into Molly's mouth, I felt her fingers working on my belt and pants. Before long, she'd managed to get everything
opened enough that she could stick her hand down between my clothes and my body.

However, while I expected/hoped to feel her fingers wrap around my oversensitized hard-on, her hand stopped when her fingertips touched the base of my cock! When it was obvious that was as far as she was going, I moaned and whimpered my reaction to a tease unlike any she'd ever pulled on me.

Suddenly I had an idea that she might be waiting for me to make a move. Aside from the flirting and teasing, we'd never really touched one another aside from holding hands, arms around one another, that kind of thing, generally pretty tame. However, we were both eighteen, a magical number as far as the eyes of most of society was concerned.

Still not moving our lips from our makeout session, I reached up and fumbled with the buttons on Molly's shirt, finally popping them all free and slipping my hand between the cloth and her skin.

God that was nice: so smooth and warm. The curves my hand traced were unlike any I'd ever felt before, the rises and falls and swells an exploratory
delight. When I finally felt her bra, no longer covered by a protective layer, I wanted to run my hands over the way it clung to Molly's shape, and did so, enjoying the feel of her full, beautiful breast under my hand.

It was Molly's turn to moan at my amateur groping, so expert or not, it was apparently what she wanted. I knew how bras worked, so I took a chance and followed the band around to her back and tried to unhook it. I managed two after quite a bit of fucking around, but that last one, with all the tension
being put on it, was beyond my ability to manage one-handed.

My grunt of frustration yielded a smile from Molly, even through our kiss, and she finally pulled away from me, taking her hand out of my pants so she
could sit up and undo that last clasp. She then shrugged off the shirt I'd managed to unbutton and said with a saucy grin, "The rest's yours, birthday
boy."

It was all I could do not to cum in my pants at what she was saying. Boy, then she'd get a surprise if she shoved her hand down my pants again!

I damn near fainted as I began to sit up, then reached with both hands for the straps just above her amazing tits. My hands shook and I could barely
breathe as I slipped my fingers between her chest and the fabric. Once I had a grip on the only thing hiding Molly's breasts from my gaze, I hesitated.

Was it a test? She'd never tested me like this before. She'd never tested me at all, ever. And while she was a good girl, she did have that naughty
streak.

I pulled, and she let the straps fall from her shoulders, the cups resisting a tad, but finally giving way.

Then, I was holding her bra in my hands, and Molly was completely topless before me.

She gave me a sheepish grin and asked, "You like?"

I opened my mouth, then closed it. No sound would come out. This was way better than the women in the magazines I'd seen over at Jerry Nowlan's house.

Now, don't get me wrong, the women in the magazines were nice, but Molly's breasts were perfect, as if I had a personal definition of what defined such
perfection. The thing that made them perfect was the fact that they were only a foot away, and attached to the girl I loved. It was the most
indescribable sight I could remember.

My inability to give her a response told her what she wanted to know. Molly grinned proudly and said, "I'll take that as a yes."

Still unable to speak, I reached out again and pulled her close to me, our lips mashing together once more.

Now, we spent the rest of the afternoon kissing. Molly finally did run her hand over my bare cock, and I stopped to pull my pants down just in case I did
cum. I'd like to report that she gave me a handjob, or took me in her mouth, and that I sucked her nipples and even delved lower to explore what was
under her skirt, but for any confidence that had come up, it was short lived, and we both felt very brave for having let the other do and see such things
after all our time together, but that was as far as we were ready to go at that point.

I never did cum, even though I was on a hair trigger for so very long. I didn't know what the guys at school were talking about when they mentioned "blue
balls." I figured they were just making shit up. I knew for sure what they meant after that. Even after everything, I don't know if I was too nervous or
what, but I just couldn't get over the hump. When the sun started to set, my cock ached as well as my balls. It hurt to pull my pants up over my genitals
so we could go home.

It'd been well worth it, though.

Anyhow, that first remotely sexual encounter flooded back into my memory as I talked with Molly. I could hardly wait to see her, if she was truly
interested.

When there was a lull in the conversation, Molly finally said, I think for something to break the silence that had popped up between us suddenly, "So,
you're coming to Denver."

For some reason, things had taken an awkward turn. I had a feeling Molly's thoughts had flashed back to situations like the one that'd just flitted
through my brain. It made the situation a little weird.

"Uh, yeah," an answer just as obvious as her question. "I'll be there for over a week.

"I hope you're okay with me asking to get together."

"Absolutely!" Molly responded a little too quickly and eagerly. I began to think this phone call so soon after our finding one another after so long
might have been a little premature. Still, she continued, "I'd love to get together for lunch or dinner. Whatever works for you. Just give me some
notice and I'll make myself available."

We then went back to small talk for a little longer, finally signing off with a promise to speak again, for sure when I was in Denver.

I looked at the phone for a minute after hanging up. I was remembering so many of the fun we'd had together in those days, and tried to remember why we broke up.

I still had feelings for Molly. I realized that sitting there at the computer, still hearing her voice in my ear, still visualizing the sight of her
spectacular young body under the bright afternoon sun.

I signed out of Facebook (if that's even possible). After talking as directly with Molly as we were currently capable, it didn't seem worth it to write
her another message.

Once again, Molly had succeeded in getting my cock hard and me in need of release. This time, I didn't need to pull up any porn on the computer. I simply
closed my eyes, took my hard-on in hand and began to stroke...

 

[Loving50]

The next week flew by with work, kids and just life in general. I casually mentioned the FB interaction with Paul to my husband. He was surprised but didn't seem bothered by it. Of course, I didn't bring up the phone call that I had initiated. Instinctively I knew he wouldn't be thrilled about that. Also, I didn't tell him about Paul's impending trip or the fact that I had agreed to meet him. I didn't spend a lot of time trying to justify the secrecy either. I just knew that it was best to keep any meeting to myself if I wanted it to actually happen.

A few days after our conversation I stood at the sink after dinner. It was raining and I watched the lightening outside the window. A sudden memory hit me with a force that caused me to grab the edge of the countertop. It was a memory of another thunderstorm so many years before.

Just a few weeks from graduation, Paul and I left the "Senior Picnic". A storm was rolling in and everyone was scattering. We got to his car just as huge droplets of water began pelting the ground. We laughed easily and talked about the picnic, our friends and how excited we were to finally graduate high school. We waited for the rain to subside a little, just cuddling on the bench seat of his pride and joy. Soon the windows were steamy and we decided that since it was early we would drive to our favorite private spot.

Amazing that no one else ever seemed to go to that side of the lake. We had found it more than a year before and spent many hours making out, talking and just snuggling together. Even though we were both well over 18 and about ready to leave for college we were both still virgins but it wasn't from a lack of spending time together. Our relationship was sweet and mostly innocent although there were many times when we seemed ready and then one or both of us would stop. It was a little confusing but I trusted him and loved him and believed it would happen when the time was right.

By the time we got to the lake the rain had let up a bit and the occasional lightening streaked across the sky. We watched the light show before us and kissed away the seconds between the thunder and the lightening. As often happened between us, I made the first move. My hand moved to his thigh, my fingers lightly moving over his cock on the outside of his shorts. Our tongues danced as I grew bolder and slipped my hand between the fabric and his leg. His hands moved to caress my breasts on the outside of my shirt and then move to the waist, slipping it up so we had skin to skin contact.

Soon his shorts and shirt were off and my clothes soon followed. Being completely naked together was new for us but the time was right. We slipped over the bench seat to the back, our bodies and limbs entangled. I had sucked his cock just a few times before that night but couldn't get enough of the throbbing in my mouth. The thunder crashed, the lightening danced across the sky and Paul's cock pulsed deep in my mouth. I remember loving the power I had over him, knowing I owned him at that moment. His moment of climax was an experience I will never forget. The salty, creamy cum filling my mouth while his body tensed and sought to thrust further.

Afterward we lay together, his fingers sweetly moving in and out of me, playing with my pussy lips while he licked and sucked my hard nipples. So sweet and new and fresh. He moved so his body covered mine, my legs parting widely so he could...



Suddenly I felt arms circle my waist and my husband nuzzled my neck from behind. To say I was startled would be a huge understatement.



"Where were you just now, Moll? You're face is all flushed and you looked like you were a million miles away." He said softly into my hair.



"Just a little distracted, I guess." I said. Maybe not a million miles but it seemed like a million years, was my thought. "Why don't you give me a minute to finish up here and I'll be up soon".



Whew! I wondered what he would think if he knew where my mind really had wandered to. I let out a big breath and again questioned whether or not I should actually meet Paul. If my mind was already so distracted with thoughts of him after one little phone call, what was possible if I actually saw him, touched him? I didn't know but I sure was anxious to find out.

 

[susurrus]

Damn, I could hardly wait to get to Denver. Practically every waking moment had me recalling my days back in high school with Molly, particularly the days after my birthday.

After we'd seen each other's bodies without clothing, we seldom wanted to wear clothes when we were together. I'd never seen a work of art that came close to matching Molly's body in its perfection. And no work of art was warm and soft. No art had her smile. Of course, being teenagers, we rarely found ourselves in situations where we could indulge our newfound admiration for one another's nudity. It didn't mean we didn't take time to caress and fondle one another through our clothes when the opportunity arose. I'd been almost constantly hard in Molly's presence before, but with our sexuality oozing from both our bodies, I had to closely monitor my cock's placement in my jeans so that I didn't always end up with an embarrassing wet spot, and Molly admitted to me that her panties were always soaked.

Once, we were driving to the movies for a date, and Molly reached into her purse and pulled out a wad of fabric. I wondered what the hell she was doing, but she handed them to me, telling me, "Here are my panties from last week. The crotch was drenched when I took them off, and I left them in my nightstand drawer to give to you. I hope you like them."

Well, to say that I could smell the sweet, starchy odor of her dried pussy juices in that wad of light blue cloth was an understatement. I'd been half hard ever since I picked Molly up, but with the pheromones rising off her used underwear, I was stiff in seconds. I wanted to just push them right to my nose and drink in the intoxicating aroma right then and there, but I was driving and had to keep my mind on the road. That was tough with my brain thinking about diving between Molly's legs and smelling the fresh musk that rose off her pussy as I tasted it.

As Molly had become a cocksucker after we'd broken down the door of sexuality, I'd become a cunt licker. On occasion, we'd use such normally derogatory terms on one another when we wanted to be particularly nasty. While others used such names to be hurtful, when Molly and I were together and playing, we assumed those names with pride.

We didn't fuck. I, for one, was too afraid of getting Molly pregnant, and while I wasn't ready to be a father yet, it wasn't really me I was worried about. I didn't want to put Molly through the whole teen mother thing. That's not to say we didn't come close a few times. My cock head had slipped up and down her soft, wet pussy lips on more than one occasion, and I carefully placed my shaft against her soaking slit when I laid on top of her while we were nude together. Oh, god, how I wanted to slip right inside! The enticing heat just sang to me, inviting me in. However, I persevered, as difficult as it was to do so.

Molly wanted my cock in her so badly, she even offered her butt, but I don't think we were quite ready for that, because it was disastrous. It wasn't that I didn't dearly love her ass, and I'd slipped a finger up there more than once, but getting something as thick as my cock in that tight little hole was more than either of us were prepared for. Of course, I'd learned a whole hell of a lot more in the ensuing years, and if there'd been the internet back in the 80s, I might have been able to do some research as to what was necessary for such an endeavor to have been successful.

I'd learned things about my own body since Molly and I had known each other the first time. While I most decidedly wasn't a sissy, there were things I liked done to myself on occasion that I certainly couldn't mention to the guys at work. If Molly only knew. I wondered how she'd react.

Anyhow, I eventually found myself on a plane on the way to Denver. Once on the ground, I gave Molly a call...

 

[Loving50]

I spent that day trying to quiet the butterflies in my stomach. Thankfully my family was all out of the house, my husband even traveling for work that week. Paul's plane landed at 6:30 and I figured he would contact me soon after. Sure enough my phone buzzed and I nervously answered. We had talked a few times over the past couple of weeks but there was something different about talking knowing he was just a short distance away.

Quickly we raced through the polite niceties. Then we made a definite plan. He was picking up his rental and heading to the hotel. I was meeting him at a restaurant just a few miles from there.

"Ok, I will see you at 9:30 then", I said breathlessly.

"Great! I can't wait to see you!" He answered.

My palms were sweaty and.my face flushed. I already knew what I was going to wear. I had picked out a new dress specifically for this occasion. I freshened my makeup and messed with my hair before dressing. I felt light and pretty in my new sundress and sandals. I so wanted to make a good first impression on my old love.

Thinking about him that way was exciting and once again I questioned my intentions and my motives. Risky behavior, Molly, I told myself as I checked my image. Risky, exciting and possibly dangerous. I poo-poo'd my thoughts and threw caution to the wind. "You're a big girl Molly. You can handle this." I said with more confidence than I felt.

The drive was short and easy on a Sunday evening. I knew the bar/restaurant well and found a parking place close to the door. Although I was nervous, I was also very anxious for my first in person look at Paul. I didn't have to look far. As I approached the door he opened it and suddenly we were just inches apart. I was sure I felt an electrical spark as our eyes met and we moved together in a warm bear hug.

 

[susurrus]

When I heard Molly's voice on the other end of my cell, I was speechless for a moment. Even though I had no idea where she actually was, it was closer than we'd been for around thirty years, and the idea that we'd be even closer after such a long time apart was briefly overwhelming.

I snapped out of it, though, and we had a brief conversation that quickly progressed to planning what would be our first (and hopefully, not the last) meeting of my visit.

Well, my heart was racing as I stood at the car rental counter, and I made my way to my hotel both greatly anticipating and dreading our meeting. Now that I was so close, and we had our meeting planned, I was nervous. What if, after all this time, we no longer had anything in common? Did she feel the same thrill at the thought of me as I did when I thought of her? Did she want me the same way I wanted her?

Fuck. That was dangerous talk. She was married. I had a sob story to tell her, but still, it didn't justify such stuff. We were old friends who were meeting again after a long time away from one another; keep such adulterous thoughts out of the picture.

Still, my cock was telling me there was a chance. It'd been quite a while since I'd gotten a hard-on without manual coaxing - one of those drawbacks to age. I hadn't succumbed to ED yet, though, thank god. I just wasn't on a hair trigger like I had been when I was young. It just made an erection without such encouragement that much more welcome.

I quick jumped in the shower and washed the day's travel off, then looked in the fog of the mirror and realized I should have run a razor over my face before I showered.

Once I'd taken care of that and brushed my teeth - twice - it was getting on to time to put on some clothes and head out.

Now, over the last few years, I've mostly given up on underwear, so most of the time, I'm running around commando, but I'd brought mostly light colored, lightweight trousers for this trip, it being for work and all, so I'd packed a few boxers and even a couple thongs (yeah, I wore those on occasion - male version, though, don't get any ideas) for wearing under the dressier stuff.

This meet was going to be more casual, though, so I threw on the jeans I'd packed (didn't need underwear for the jeans) and a black T-shirt. I ran a brush through my hair and brushed my teeth - again, then checked the clock. I had just enough time to get there by our agreed time, so I grabbed my wallet and keys and made my way to our agreed meeting place.

For a brief second, just as I pulled onto the street our meeting place was on, and caught the sign in the distance, I almost changed my mind. But then I reasoned, "You're a grown man. Act like one. You aren't scared of girls anymore. You have history with this woman, mostly all positive. You've both been sounding like you're really looking forward to this get-together. Go, and stop acting like a pussy."

I pulled into the parking lot and looked around at the people who were going into the building. I didn't see anyone that looked like Molly so I just went in and waited in the vestibule, small as it was. I figured we could make a reservation and wait together when we were both there.

Then, I wondered if maybe she'd had second thoughts like I had, and that I was going to be stood up. I hated that thought, but I wouldn't blame Molly for it. I was nervous as hell, and sure wouldn't blame her for feeling the same.

Then, suddenly, the outer door opened and a good-looking woman stepped through. The entry I stood in was so small, she had to squeeze by me to get to the inner doors. It was then that the features all came together for me.

Fuck - and this was the good kind - it was Molly! She was older than I'd remembered her in my thoughts, but we were both a hell of a lot younger in those days. Still, older or not, the years laid lightly on her. Her three kids and husband hadn't had a lot of impact on her, at least not to my eyes.

I suddenly had this almost overwhelming urge to pull her tight to me and kiss her as if we were still boyfriend/girlfriend back in high school. I had a feeling she had a similar magnetic impulse that she was trying hard to resist. Battling that desire, we reached out and hugged each other in greeting.

Good god, did I want her! My cock was stiff, and I wondered if she could feel it, like she most definitely had at those school dances. It wasn't appropriate, and I should have let her go, but I couldn't bring myself to release her, regardless what she might have thought. I hadn't held this woman since we'd broken up, three decades ago, and I'd forgotten just how good she felt in my arms.

Our embrace was finally broken for us, when another couple pushed through the inner doors to go home. There wasn't enough room for the four of us in that tiny vestibule, so Molly and I were forced to let one another go and let them by. Once those folks were gone, Molly and I looked at each other sheepishly and muttered an embarrassed greeting.

I asked her, “You want to go in, or is there somewhere else you'd like to go? I'm fine either way.” Once it was out of my mouth, I realized how that sounded...

 

[Loving50]

I giggled at his comment but mostly at the shocked look on his face as he realized what he had just said. Quickly I moved in for a reassuring hug.

"No worries, Paul. I know what you meant. Why don't we find a quiet spot in the bar first." I took his hand and walked over to the hostess station. She told us to sit wherever we liked and we found a small high top table along the wall.

"So, what can you tell me about you?" I asked after an awkward moment.

Paul started talking about his life, his family, his work, all the things that mattered to him most. I soaked up the information, hungry to learn about his last 30 years. We laughed easily and I was surprised at how comfortable it was to talk to him. Then came my turn to share.

"Well, you know I went to OU for college," I began, "I got a degree in Communications and also my MRS degree. That was the goal for most girls in college at the time. We married after my Sophomore year. Of course my parents thought I was too young and of course now, I agree. We couldn't wait at the time though."

"Finishing college while married and then with a baby was so hard. I don't know how I survived but somehow I did. Then before I knew it I was 25 with 3 little ones and trying to figure out a way to go to grad school. Life was really crazy but somehow we made it work."

Paul was interested, attentive and asked many questions as I shared. I told him about moving to Denver and attending Grad school while raising 3 small children mostly on my own. My husband worked far too much and although I've always appreciated him supporting us, I've also felt alone so much of my married life. I didn't share that with Paul, however. Only the fun stuff for our first meet after so long.

As my narrative came to a close with some bragging on the grandchild, he smiled and in my mind I was transported back 30 years. The wrinkles faded away and he suddenly became the young man I fell in love with all those years ago. I smiled back at him and said, "So, where was it you wanted to go earlier?" He shook his head slightly so I continued, "There's a river walk just a few blocks away. It's a beautiful night so would you like to go for a walk and look at the stars?"

I suppose my suggestion was pretty forward, I didn't really know, I just wanted to spend some time with him away from the busy bar. He quickly got up and took my hand, leading me through the crowd to the door. I told him I wanted to stop at my car for a sweater in case it got chilly by the water. As I reached in the back seat for my sweater and went to stand up, I somehow lost my balance and he reached out and grabbed me before I fell. Suddenly I found myself backed up against the car, Paul pressed up against me. It was quick and unexpected by us both. He didn't move away but instead he circled my waist with his arms and held me. "That was close," he said softly.

I moved my arms around his neck and said equally as softly, "Thank you for saving me. You're my hero." I watched his eyes dance as he recognized our old private joke. 'You're my hero' was something I said to him often way back then. He leaned over and kissed my forehead, my nose and my lips. "Now there's the Molly I remember."

 

[susurrus]

The sudden saucy smile on Molly's face immediately told me she caught the possible double meaning behind my words, and that she wasn't offended by the implication. However, she told me she understood what I meant, and offered that we go inside.

The place was busy, with the look of an English pub. Fortunately, though busy, we were ushered to a table without a wait. A waitress came to introduce herself and take our drink order, then Molly and I were left alone together.

We'd been so happy to see one another at the door, and I know she'd felt the attraction after so many years as much as I had, but now, suddenly left alone, looking at one another across the table, we were unsure of how to proceed.

I still was amazingly attracted to her. Whether it was the memory of the fun we'd had while younger or just what, it took a hell of a lot of willpower not to ravish her right then and there. The sexually charged energy crackling in the air between us told me Molly felt the same. Still, we were no longer together, and couldn't just act on such impulses without thought.

While we sat there in awkward silence, I took the time to look over the woman sitting across from me.

I definitely liked what I saw. Neither of us were supermodel gorgeous, but Molly had that "girl next door" look that I always loved. She hadn't lost any of that, at least to my eyes, and while closer examination showed that the years were, indeed, taking their toll, she was weathering the storm pretty well. It didn't matter to me: the traces of age I noticed were honest. Molly had obviously dabbed on a little makeup before she left to meet me, but she'd never been one to try and cover anything up with it. More than anything, my Molly (damn, that word again) only used makeup to enhance what was already there, and in doing so, de-emphasized whatever she might want to bring a little less attention to.

Molly had taken good care of herself. Even after three kids, she'd kept a pretty spectacular form. She didn't necessarily have the body of a twenty year old, but let's say: she had an amazing body for fifty! It was obvious she worked to keep herself looking good, and at the moment, I was certainly reaping the benefits of her diligence.

I was admiring the view, in my own little world, when I realized Molly was asking, "What have you been up to since we last saw each other?"

Suddenly, I had to change gears. My mind was on the beautiful woman across from me, and I quickly had to remember what the hell I'd been doing the last
thirty years.

"Oh, god. Well, I went to college, got a degree in mechanical design. Bounced around jobs for a while, until I finally found one that suited. I've been with them for twenty years now.

"I didn't get married until I was nearly thirty. I was beginning to think I'd never get married, the way my life was going. Not that it was bad, I just wasn't meeting women who appealed to me, that were appealed back. All things happen when they're supposed to though, I guess, because I finally found
someone who was willing to deal with my quirks, whose quirks I could deal with.

"We tried for quite a while to have kids, figuring that was what married people are supposed to do. One day, we decided to give up on birth control, and just let fate take its course. We went for a few years, thinking that fate had decided, 'Not you." We could have gone to fertility docs and all that kind of crud, but neither of us felt strongly enough about it to go that step.

"We'd mosly resigned ourselves to being double-income-without-kids - DINKs, my wife always called it, when all of a sudden, it happened. We named him
after my wife's dad: Dexter. Even though we tended to spoil that kid rotten, he still turned out okay. He's in college now, himself. Not sure what he wants to be when he grows up, but I keep telling him that all you really have to do is grow older. Growing up is optional. Now, supporting yourself still falls into all that somewhere, but there's nothing wrong with having fun along the way."

I went on with other stuff that'd gone on in my life while thirty years was tearing past me, and Molly drank it all in. Finally, I ended my part of "This Is Your Life" for the moment with, "That's the quick version of what's been going on with me lately." I left out one very important thing, but I didn't want to bring it up right then. No need to drag down the evening. If we got together again after this, maybe there'd be a better time.

"How about you? What's been going on in Mollyland since we last parted ways?"

She told me about her life after me. It sounded like she'd done pretty well for herself. Not that I expected anything else. Sure, everything could have fallen completely to pieces, there are no guarantees, but Molly was capable of grabbing life by the balls and doing what needed to be done for her life to be what she wanted it to be. She most definitely wasn't the type to just sit back and let shit happen to her and bemoan her fate.

We asked each other about parts of our stories we hadn't related, that we wanted to know more about, and in the end, we had a great time.

Then, during a lull in the conversation, Molly got that wicked grin on her face that I'd come to know all those years ago, and asked, "So, where was it you wanted to go earlier?"

Well, what popped into my brain first was, "Someplace private where I could finally go all the way with you," but one thing thirty years has taught me is: don't let that inner voice get out too often. So, feeling my cheeks starting to warm, I just shook my head.

The wicked grin faded and was replaced by enthusiastic Molly as she suggested, "There's a river walk just a few blocks away. It's a beautiful night so would you like to go for a walk and look at the stars?"

She was direct, that was for sure. It was one of the things I'd always liked about Molly. She didn't care for coy, like so many other women seemed to.

For a Sunday night, the place was really filling up, and getting pretty frikkin' noisy. I'm becoming a curmudgeon in my old age, so I'm not a real big one for noisy bars, so I threw enough money on the table to cover our drinks and then some, got off my seat, took Molly's hand and led her outside.

The difference between inside and out was incredible. While it was still Denver, and there was traffic on the street, it was still a hell of a lot quieter than in the bar, where people tend to get louder the more alcohol they get into their systems.

While we stood and basked in the relative quiet, Molly said, "I want to stop by my car and grab a sweater. It can get cool by the water." I wanted to tell her I'd keep her warm and that she didn't have to worry about it, but I had to keep reminding myself we weren't boyfriend/girlfriend any more, so I just agreed and we headed for her car.

With practiced ease, Molly fished the keys from her purse, and opened the door with the press of a button. Then, to my delight, she opened the back door and bent over to get her sweater off the seat. Now, I say, "to my delight" because this put Molly's luscious ass right out there in full view of my appreciative gaze. Nope, thirty extra years hadn't done a thing to mar the beauty of Molly's gorgeous butt, particularly displayed beneath a lucky stretch of fabric.

Of course, I admired the view as long as I could. However, when Molly backed out of the car and went to stand, she lost her balance and started toward the pavement.

Well, I could have frozen right there and, in horror, watched her hit the ground. Luckily, I didn't, and leapt into action, grabbing her and stopping
her fall. It happened that my act, while halting her downward progress, pinned her against the car beneath my own body. It was the action of maybe half a second, but the position we found ourselves in was more risque than earlier in the vestibule. I found I didn't care to back away in embarrassment like propriety screamed I should have, but instead, I slipped my arms down the curves of her waist and held her in place.

"That was close," I breathed. My arousal was rising again, along with my cock.

It appeared that - at least for the moment - Molly didn't care to move from where we were, either. Instead, she slid her own arms up and around my neck, whispering, "Thank you for saving me. You're my hero."

At the sound of those three words, my heart began to pound, and my cock sprang once more to attention. Way back in high school, that was something Molly told me a lot. It wasn't that I necessarily saved her from speeding trains or diabolical death traps, it was more a pet name than anything. I'd never really had a nickname growing up. That phrase was as close as I ever came, but coming from Molly's lips, it held a whole different meaning than it might from anyone else. I never was exactly sure how she came up with it, but I supposed it came from the fact that I tried like hell to do the right thing, even when it wasn't the easiest thing to do. Regardless, it came to mean a hell of a lot to me. It was a phrase I hadn't heard in thirty years, and I hadn't realized how much it meant to me until I heard it again after all that time.

Once again, I desired little else in the world than to press my lips to hers, but I still managed to hold my composure. When I did start to lean in, I saw Molly's eyes soften and felt her body relax into whatever I was going to do. It was at that moment that I realized that she did, indeed, want me as much as I did her.

It took all the willpower I had to keep from kissing her like a ravenously horny teenager, but managed to place a chaste kiss on her forehead, then lowered to place my lips against the tip of her nose, which elicited a gentle giggle, finally going lower yet and placing my mouth against Molly's.

When our lips touched, it felt like opposite poles of two really strong magnets pulling at one another. Even though our mouths were closed, just the contact was almost too much to resist. The way Molly's body felt beneath mine, I had the idea that she'd have let me do whatever I wanted just then. However, I was a grown-up now, and had better control over my impulses than I'd had when I was eighteen... didn't I?

I did - regrettably, and slowly backed my face away from Molly's, looking down into that sultry, "Take me," face she tended to get when turned on. Only briefly did I envy her husband that look. I say briefly, because I got to see it first, and I was seeing it now.

I had no idea what was going to happen - if anything - at that point. Surely we wouldn't crawl into the back seat of Molly's family car and try to "renew" old ties. We'd found out thirty years earlier that fumbling around the back seat of a car is far less conducive to getting anything done than all the hype would indicate. Still, I suppose if it's all you've got, you make do.

Anyhow, I looked down into those beautiful eyes and husked to her, "There's the Molly I remember." Still pressed against her in the parking lot, I reached up and brushed a strand of hair from her face.

Then, suddenly, I fully realized what was happening and found myself again. I backed away from Molly maybe a bit too quickly and saw the mirror of the surprise and disappointment I felt in Molly's eyes. There was still a tremendous, black-hole-like gravity between us, trying to pull us together, but damn it, we were no longer an "item."

Damn it.

Like I've said, I don't remember what exactly broke us up back that summer after high school graduation. I probably do, but I've done my best to wipe it from my memory, and so far, I've been successful. I spent much of my first couple years of college playing the "what if" game. "What if" Molly and I hadn't broken up? "What if" we'd gotten married and had kids together?

Would there still be the chemistry we'd been feeling ever since that facebook contact? Would it have faded, until we were just going through the motions, any passion we'd felt lost to the ravages of time and familiarity?

What if...

I still felt the pull, but I'd regained my composure. I was back in control of myself and my urges.

I repeat: Damn it.

Putting on my gentleman face, every fiber of my being screaming to continue with what had so quickly flared up only moments before, I heard my voice crack when I said, "Ready for that walk?"

 

[Loving50]

Hmmmmmm walk, schmalk! I was a bit taken back at his sudden return to normal. After so many years and two life times apart, "normal" behavior was, of course, not to start making out while leaning against my car. At the time though, I wished it was.

So familiar was the phrase "You're my hero" and the pattern of kisses on my face that the experience took my breath away. For a few brief moments I was transported back 30 years, feeling safe and comfortable in his arms. All too soon he moved back and ended the physical contact. It wasn't so easy to end the obvious connection we both were hiding though.

Maybe just because I am a woman but also because it's just the incredible memory that I possess, but I had a very clear picture in my mind of the first time I spoke that phrase to Paul. It's a memory I don't think I'll ever forget.

It was during the junior year of high school that I was cast as a lead in the spring musical. I was thrilled, of course, and although the grueling schedule had me hopping every minute of the day, I loved every moment of the experience. My courses were demanding, I worked a part time job at a local flower shop, my family obligations didn't let up, I tried very hard to keep up with friends and my relationship with Paul was always a priority. Whew! It was an exciting but exhausting time!

I thought I was doing pretty well covering all the bases until the day my chemistry teacher took me aside to talk about an unusually low grade on an exam, and my friend accused me of 'not being her friend', and my dad yelled at me for not helping out at home, and I forgot my lines in the second act, and..... well you get the idea. I was doing everything but nothing very well.

That evening after practice Paul picked me up to take me home. We drove in silence all the way to my house. Finally I exploded in frustration about all the problems and about how I was letting everyone down and on and on. I cried on his strong shoulder, whimpering and complaining about my life.

Finally when I was done he held my shoulders and looked me in the eye.

"Molly, I love you no matter what." He said simply and then kissed me sweetly first on my forehead and then my nose and my lips.

Astonished at his acceptance, patience and love, I said simply, "Paul, you are my hero."

I wished I could have captured the progression of his expressions at that statement. Shock, doubt, stunned acceptance and then pure, unfiltered love. After that night I said it to him whenever I just appreciated him more than I could express. When the love I had for him overflowed and left me speechless, a sincere 'you're my hero' would say it all.

The memory of that wonderful time came flooding back to me as we walked away from my car. The sky was filled with a million stars and I couldn't wait to explore them and the rest of the evening with him. He walked with long strides and I almost skipped to keep up to him. I didn't mind though. That gave me an excuse to take his arm in my hands. He smiled down at me and together, feeling so free, we walked toward the river.

 

[susurrus]

The panting look of astonishment I received told me that Molly had been ready for whatever may have occurred and her engines were revving at full bore. I felt a little guilty about her getting so worked up, then backing away so abruptly, but she was a married woman, damn it, and not to me.

Damn it.

It took her a moment to regain her composure, but when she did, she displayed an exuberance I hadn't seen in any woman since I'd last seen it back in high school.

Of course, I was still ticking away, too. Just because I regained my senses didn't mean I'd managed to shut off my blazing desire. My cock was harder than it'd been for a while, but there was nothing to do about it. At that point, I could probably have asked Molly to suck me off right there in the parking lot, and with as hot as she seemed to be, I think she'd have done it.

Fuck. Now I was thinking about Molly's blowjobs. I'd felt those lips wrapped around my cock enough times that I'd had plenty of masturbation episodes just remembering her talent and enthusiasm for the act. It made me wonder if she still had the knack.

It sure as hell made me envious of her husband, who'd likely been the recipient far more in the years they'd been married than I had been in the year or so we'd been together in high school.

It brought me back to one particular episode. I'd just gotten finished with practice, and I liked being the last guy out the door after. After a while, the coach realized this, and just told me to go out the back door and to make sure it was locked before I left.

Many was the night I'd had the locker room to myself. I'd take hour-long showers, then take my time getting dressed. I liked walking around the big locker room without a towel wrapped around my waist. I wouldn't have gotten away with that with the other guys around. I'd have been accused of being gay or some dumbass thing like that.

While I knew better, I just didn't want to hear it.

Anyhow, I was in the shower (one of those communal things, y'know - big open space with a couple silver shafts going floor to ceiling, with five or six showerheads radiating from them) and just basking in the feel of the hot water cascading over my naked body.

Next thing I know, I feel hands caressing my chest and reaching around for my cock, and a nude body pressing against mine.

I stiffened suddenly at that.

"Molly, that better be you, or somebody's lookin' for an ass-kickin'," I started as I turned around. I'd could tell it wasn't a guy. The hands were way too small and soft, and the features pressed against my back were decidedly feminine, so my big macho-man statement was all for show.

Of course, it could have been some other pretty girl grabbing me in the shower, but everyone in school knew that it was Molly and me, so, while it wasn't an impossibility that someone else was trying to move in on Molly's "territory," so to speak, it was highly improbable.

When I got turned around, sure enough, there was the gorgeous face of the girl I loved, in all her naked glory. She'd sneaked into the locker room after the coach left, and had taken the chance that none of the other guys were still around.

Fortunately for me, I'd been there alone.

I'd never taken a shower with a girl before. The only time there'd been other people showering with me was right in that very room, and then, they'd all been guys. And we never, I mean: NEVER got as close as Molly and I happened to be right at that moment.

Hell, if you accidentally backed into somebody and touched them with your butt, one: you apologized like crazy, and two: you got a truckload of shit from everybody else.

Fuck, the fact that - as far as I knew - Molly was the first girl to stand naked
under these shower heads was a hell of a turn-on.

Molly looked really pleased with herself, and I felt her press her body a little
harder against my erection as she said, "How 'bout an ass lickin', instead, tough guy?"

Just her presence in the guys' locker room told me that Molly was in one of her
moods, but hearing her talk like that always got me going something fierce. I'd
licked her pussy before, and truly loved it, but I'd never actually got down to that particular hole. She was asking, and even though I didn't know if she was serious or not, I was going to take her up on it.

I leaned down and kissed her briefly on the lips, then began to slide down her body, letting the water lubricate the way. I kissed her body as I descended, making brief detours to suck on her nipples before continuing down her gorgeous body. when I knelt before her, I smiled up at her and received a smile back. Spreading her legs, Molly awaited the feel of my tongue on her pussy as I'd done in the past. However, I was taking her most recent cue, took her hips in my hands and made indicated that she turn around.

With a surprised giggle, Molly complied. When her beautiful round butt was inches from my face, I planted a kiss dead center of each soft, pliable cheek, then gently urged her over. She gave a purr when she realized I really meant to do it. I was going to put my mouth on her asshole. I'd never done anything like it before, and I was pretty confident that Molly had never, either.

Momentarily, I was treated to the sight of Molly's butt, with her pussy well within view, and standing right at the top, her cute little pucker.

Well, I wanted that pussy something terrible, but her asshole was my true goal, at least at that moment. With the shower pounding my back, I began to kiss my way from the top of her ass crack, down toward that taboo place. Molly's reaction to my lips and tongue on this part of her ass was unexpected, but oh, so arousing. It had to have felt incredible, because she went fucking nuts. And when I finally reached her asshole, I think she came as soon as my tongue touched it.

Whether she'd cum or not, Molly wasn't indicating that I should stop, so I just
continued licking at her little puckered hole, and the sounds she made gave me the impression that it almost felt better than when I licked her pussy.

I have no real idea whether she came or not, but suddenly, Molly straightened and turned around. The look on her face told me that I was in for a good going over. She told me I should stand up, and when I swiftly complied, she dropped to her knees without word, and immediately gulped my cock down her throat.

Oh my god! Molly definitely knew how to suck cock, and she reveled in displaying that talent almost every chance she got. Well, fuck, I'd been turned on from the moment she'd come up behind me and grabbed me, and that arousal had just gotten heightened by my licking her cute ass. Therefore, my stiff cock was sensitive as hell.

I nearly came as soon as I felt myself enter the warm wet home of Molly's mouth. However, I managed to hold back so I could enjoy one of Molly's favorite acts.

Sure, I'd never had a blowjob from anybody else before, but at least from my limited perspective, Molly was an expert, and an eager one at that. Her mouth on my cock and balls never failed to please me, and I knew she liked doing it probably as much as I liked having her do it to me.

The only thought in my mind aside from what an incredible mouth my Molly had on her was: showers in here would never be the same again. I'd probably have to try and explain why I was getting a hard-on in the shower after practice.

Well, as much as I wanted this to last, Molly instinctively seemed to know exactly what to do to get me off, and her fingers went from fondling my balls as she sucked, back a little more, until they tickled the crack of my ass.

Now, anybody else and I'd have freaked. I was damn sure I wasn't gay, and straight guys didn't get their asses played with... did they? Still, it felt damn good, and this was my Molly, after all. I'd just had my mouth on her ass, and it seemed she thought I needed to have some idea how sensitive things were back there.

I had to admit, it was intense. It was a feeling I had never felt before. As Molly
kept working her pretty mouth all over my aching cock, her fingers kept playing with my butt, until finally, they reached my own puckered hole. If it'd been anybody else, they'd have gotten that ass-kicking I talked about previously. As it was, it just brought on my orgasm all that much more strongly than it ever had before.

I heard my voice echo off the walls of the locker room as I came. My cock pumped a load of jizz into Molly's mouth which she received happily. I wasn't sure if it was the cum she liked best, or the fact that she'd made me feel so good to make me cum, but nevertheless, she took my load without hesitation, and when I'd pumped my last drop into her, she pulled off and swallowed.

Now, the next thing I did - the thing I always did - after she'd swallowed my load of cum would have had all the guys grossed out, but I didn't give a shit. I pulled Molly up off the floor and planted my lips onto hers and let my tongue part her lips. Yeah, I could taste the remnants of the cum in her mouth, but damn it, this was my Molly, and she'd just made me feel so fucking good... It'd be an insult to be all squeamish about kissing her now. Besides, I'd licked her ass not long before, and she wasn't backing away, so I think we were even at that point.

Then, my memory faded, until I was back in the now, with the woman I'd loved then, all growed up. I wondered if Molly was having such flashbacks, and I wondered why I was remembering all the sexual times we'd had, when we'd had plenty of other experiences together. Then again, I'm a guy, and it's that kind of thing that normally sticks out for us.

I felt Molly's hands wrap around my arm as we walked, like she'd done so many times then. While she liked holding hands, when we walked together, Molly tended to take my arm instead. I didn't mind. I liked having her close. Looking down at her, I saw her looking up at me. The look she gave me told me she was enjoying such familiarity.

The river walk was lovely. While the lights along the path were a bit bright to see many stars, the stars that were visible were gorgeous, made moreso by the gorgeous woman beside me.

I admitted it, finally. I wasn't over this woman. I'd thought after thirty years,
some distance would have grown between us, but all reminiscence aside, she was still my perfect girl. That's not to say I hadn't loved my wife, but not like this. That Molly was married left a knot in my stomach at such a realization.

After a nice walk in the cool, thin air, I was breathing kind of hard, so I suggested we take advantage of a nearby bench, which Molly was happy to indulge.

 

[Loving50]

Such a beautiful summer night for us to enjoy. A few couples walked by but the area was very still and quiet. A quaint streetlamp shone on our bench and I stole glances at Paul as the silence grew between us. I wondered what he was thinking, whether he was silently reminiscing as I was and just what he was interested in having to do with me after all these years. So many things to ponder and imagine. After a few moments we both started talking at once. We laughed softly together realizing that our timing, though cut off over many years, was still in sync.

"Ok Molly, you go first." He said being the perfect gentleman.

After a moment pause to collect my thoughts I replied, "I was just thinking about how natural it feels to be here with you. It's like the past 30 some years haven't separated us at all. Paul, there's so much I have thought about telling you but I don't want to overwhelm you on our first meeting."

Paul smiled and took my hand. "I'm feeling the same way. Tell me anything you want, no worries."

"Ok." I started slowly. "The truth is that I've been married but lonely for a very long time. We have struggled and even separated for a while last year but decided to stay together until the kids are out of the house. Then unexpectedly getting your message made me feel alive again. No pressure, Paul, I just wanted you to know straight out that I'm open to more than you may realize."

Kind of vague but hopefully he understood what I didn't know how to tell him. For a minute I thought he might walk away but then he turned to me and took both of my hands in his. I thought he might lean in to kiss me but instead he said, "Molly, I want to hear more and I'm willing to share more with you but right now I just really want to kiss you. Are you ok with that?"

I smiled, loving that he would actually ask me. Wasn't the neon sign on my forehead saying PLEASE KISS ME loud enough? My fingers interlocked with his as we moved together and sweetly kissed for the first time in so many years. His lips, once as familiar to me as my own, were so soft and new and wonderful. My hand moved to his neck and he moved so one arm rested around my back and the other held my hip. My fingers automatically started lightly massaging the back of his neck as our tongues explored, igniting a fire that didn't need much encouragement to grow.

Soft moans and humming grew louder as we kissed and then suddenly I realized that much of the sound was coming from me. After a number of breathless minutes we moved apart but our eyes stayed connected. He smiled at me and then said, "Should we go somewhere more private?"

Immediately I stood in response, taking his arm once again and heading toward the cars. I didn't know what to expect, only that I was ready for anything with him.

 

[susurrus]

For a couple minutes, we just sat while I got my breath back. It'd forgotten how quickly the high mountain air hits flatlanders like me. Still, I could feel Molly there next to me, and while it was a little bit before I looked over to her, her presence was like her opposite magnetic pole pulling at mine.

Then, finally I spoke. I turned and began at exactly the same time Molly did. It was something we'd done on occasion all those years ago. The fact that it was happening again just cemented the bond we still had.

After two more false starts, we laughed and I held a finger to her lips, telling her, "You first."

It took a moment, but Molly eventually told me how she felt that we'd never been separated from each other. She went on to say that there was a lot she had to relate, but didn't want to dump too much information on me all at once.

Without missing a beat, I told her honestly. "I feel the same. You can tell me anything. Please." We'd had so few secrets from one another all those years ago. It seemed ludicrous to change that, even with what had transpired independent of one another after so much time.

Molly steeled herself and told me that while she was, indeed, married, it wasn't necessarily happily. It was going to make what I'd been holding back that much easier to say, and I was about to make my own confession when Molly hit me with: "I'm open to more than you may realize."

Fuck. Was she saying what I thought she was saying? I was stunned for a moment. I'm sure I looked pretty stupid for a little bit there, but my dumbfoundment must have alarmed Molly, at least judging from the look on her face. I quickly regained my composure and told her:

"Molly, I definitely want to hear more. I've also got more to share with you, but before that... right here, right now... I just really want to kiss you." I waited a beat before I asked, "That okay?"

The slow smile that broke out on Molly's beautiful face lit up the night more brightly than the streetlight that shone above us. Without a word, she leaned forward as her eyes closed.

Holy shit. I was hard as hell at the thought of kissing this woman. The fact that she was letting me made it even that much hotter. I hadn't gotten this worked up from the idea of kissing a woman since high school. That it was the same woman who'd drawn that reaction from me the last time was beyond belief.

Within moments, we were kissing like we had back then, but with the perfecting lens of thirty years' practice backing us. As soon as our lips touched, I was back in our secret spot, making out with Molly like we were the only two people on the planet. While there was incredible desire behind it all, there was none of the youthful frenzy that made a teen make-out session such a sloppy affair. No, this was the passion of two people who once loved one another, finding out that they still did, even after they'd thought it had been over half a lifetime ago.

Those magnetic poles still wanted to pull me in tighter, my driving heart yearned to paw the curves before me, my straining erection demanded it get the due it had been cheated of so many times, so long before. However, one thing all those years had taught me was control. I'd learned that, while releasing one's animal desires was fun on occasion, the reining in of that wild energy had the ability to make it simply build, so that when it was finally unleashed, it was by far worth the holding back.

Still, as it was, our hands began to roam. We continued to kiss, not caring if anyone else came by to see. After what must have been a few minutes, we were making plenty of noise, that animal I mentioned a bit ago starting to ease open the door of its cage.

I had no idea how long we sat there, kissing in public like a pair of teenagers, and to be honest with myself, I didn't really care. Kissing Molly right then felt more right than anything I'd ever done before in my life. I wondered why we'd ever broken up in the first place, but I had to remember that we were young then, and convinced that each thing we did was just a stepping stone to something bigger and better.

Finally, we backed away, wonder and lightning-hot passion blazing between us. The breath I'd managed to get back from sitting down was once more gone, and I panted like a man who'd just run a marathon, twenty six miles uphill.

Glancing around, I noticed a horrified young couple and an older man walking his dog standing and staring at the middle-aged couple making out in a public park. Still out of breath, I suggested, "Want to take this somewhere more private?"

Molly didn't hesitate. She got up, grabbing my hand and pulling me up out of my seat. We headed for the lot where both our cars were parked, and Molly unlocked the driver's side of her car and handed me the keys.

The look on her face told me that all I'd had to have done is say the word, and she'd be on her knees before me, like she'd done so many times before.

While the wild animal inside me howled for just that, that restraint I'd spent the last thirty years acquiring said that arrest for public indecency was no way to spend a reunion, so I got in the driver's side, and let Molly into the passenger's seat.

I cursed modern day bucket seats, for I didn't want Molly to be so far away from me, but there was nothing to be done about it, so I just started the car and headed for my hotel.

 

[Loving50]

The drive wasn't far, just enough time for me to second guess myself. What in the world was I thinking? Here I was a 50 year old married mother of 3 wonderful kids and a grandma to the most beautiful baby ever, and I was ready and willing to jump into the sack with a man I hadn't seen in over 30 years. Crazy didn't begin to describe the situation!

And yet, here we were. It was unexpected and crazy and risky but also it was exactly what I wanted to do. Right or wrong, I wanted to be with him and I would sort out the rest later. Common sense be damned!

As we drove into the parking lot of the hotel, Paul reached over and took my hand. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked. I turned to face him and just nodded. He brought my hand to his lips and covered it with sweet kisses. I watched him tenderly kiss each finger and then reached out to cup his jawline in my hand. Gently I guided his face to mine and kissed his lips lovingly. Quickly the passion grew as we kissed timelessly. Finally we came up for air, wordlessly got out of the car and walked into the hotel.

 

[susurrus]

The attractive energy that had crackled between Molly and me since we'd reunited was even greater in the car, with the promise of more than just a walk under the stars dangling in the air.

I could tell Molly was nervous. Hell, so was I. Some part of me wondered if this was really the right thing to do. Regardless how things were at home, Molly was still a married woman. Was I that kind of guy? I'd never thought so before, but I'd never been in a situation like this before, either. I hadn't felt an attraction like this to another person in years.

I half expected Molly to reach over and place her hand on my very obvious hard-on. That she failed to do so further cemented my contention that she was really nervous and second guessing this decision. We hadn't spoken a word since I made the suggestion to find a more private place to exercise our amorous tendencies. That silence made the erotic energy building between us almost a physical presence.

Once I pulled into my hotel's parking lot and turned the key to the "off" position, I turned to Molly and picked her hand up from where it rested on her thigh. It was cool and tense, but soft and ever so feminine. My physical memory recalled that hand and its contours, and for a brief moment, I closed my eyes and let that memory wash over me.

When my eyes opened, I asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Molly still didn't speak. Her eyes were wider than I think I'd ever seen them. There was fear showing in them, but determination behind it. Her chin tilted the slightest bit downward, then rose back to its original position. I worked out that it was the answer I'd asked for, and lifted the hand I held to my lips. Gently, I kissed each knuckle, first one row, then the next, then the next, lastly resting my cheek against her hand.

I felt Molly move that hand until it rested against my cheek and jaw. She then drew me closer to her, placing her lips once more on mine.

The energy that coruscated between us popped and sizzled as we kissed there in Molly's car. Instead of dissipating with this awaited contact, it simply grew.

Soon, we were kissing like a couple of teenagers again. When we finally parted, no words were needed. I grabbed the keys and we both got out of the car at the same time. Taking Molly's hand, I led her into the building and to the elevator.

Once inside the cabin, I pushed the button for my floor, then turned once more to her.

"If at any time you need to stop, just say so, and I'll stop. I won't think any less of you if you do." I hesitated to say something that had been tickling the back of my mind all evening, but finally whispered, "I think I still love you, Molly."

I then turned back to face the door, suddenly embarrassed beyond belief. I felt my face getting hotter and hotter, feeling like a total idiot.

 

[Loving50]

For a moment I froze. He stood looking away from me as his statement sunk in for both of us. His shoulders, so broad and straight just a moment before, slumped and he looked miserable. The sight broke my heart. I quickly moved in front of him, placed both my hands on his face and looked into his eyes.

"Paul, I don't really understand what's happening but you should know that I still love you too." I leaned in and kissed him lightly.

His eyes read mine intently for a minute and then warmed. Our lips met once again in a passionate kiss that was broken only when the ding of the elevator sounded. The doors opened on his floor and our hands intertwined as we started down the hall.

I noticed that his hand was a bit unsteady as he used the key card. It was somehow comforting that he was as nervous as I was but I knew it wouldn't last long. Without a doubt, I knew that being together was just how it was supposed to be. I couldn't explain it and wasn't ready to defend it but I knew that it was exactly how it was meant to be. Our love, reignited after all this time, needed to be expressed and I was ready for that.

The door swung closed and we immediately melted into each other. Our arms intertwined, our hands firmly holding and caressing, our lips locked firmly together, the air felt alive with electricity. " No turning back now, Molly," I thought. Of course, there was no way I wanted to either.

 

[susurrus]

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I wanted them back. Christ, we'd only been together for an hour or so, and I was saying shit like that? For a guy who'd seen a half century of my life go by, I was sure able to still say the dumbest stuff. I remembered saying something like that to a girl way the hell back in junior high, well before I even realized Molly existed, and the response I got from it was that amused giggle. You guys all know the one: the one that's even worse than a slap in the face or a "fuck off."

Not that I was expecting that kind of reaction from Molly. Still, it was a bold, impossible statement to make. My embarrassment was so great, I couldn't look at Molly after that. I dreaded what she was going to say to me next. At the very least, I expected: "Thank you, Paul, but that was a long time ago. I'm married with a husband and family. I can't think of you that way anymore."

I heard Molly move around me, and the sight of her feet was replaced by her face, as she ducked down so she could look me in the eye, knowing I was in no frame of mind to look up at her.

I felt her hands on my cheeks as she lifted my head so she cold more easily look me in the eye, and said, with an earnestness I needed right then:

"Paul, I don't really understand what's happening, but you should know that I still love you too."

Hearing that eased my embarrassment, though I still kicked myself for having blurted such a thing out. Not that I consider myself a "ladies man," by any stretch, but I'm usually at least moderately restrained from saying stupid stuff.

My embarrassment dissolved when I felt Molly's soft, beautiful lips against mine once more.

When we backed away from one another, the promise was still in Molly's eyes. She still wanted what we'd set in motion. I hadn't changed that with what I'd said. After that, though, I still had to ask myself if I truly wanted it. However, it didn't take much inner debate to realize that nothing had changed. My attraction to this woman was still as great as ever.

I fished my key card from my wallet and fumbled with getting it into the reader and the door open. I was once again nervous as hell, and my problem with the door key was evidence.

Finally, the fucking door was open. I tucked the key away and made a motion for Molly to enter, then followed her in. Watching her enter the room that was going to be home for me the next week or so had my heart pounding. This could have been some random woman from a bar that I'd met for a one-nighter, because I didn't want to be alone. But this wasn't just any woman. It was My Molly. Son of a fucking bitch, it was My Molly. The thought of it brought a lump to my throat and the threat of tears to my eyes.

When the door softly clicked closed, I looked at Molly. Molly looked at me. I felt like I was back in high school, awaiting that first kiss: wanting it more than anything else in the world, but not sure if she wants it as much as you do.

We both moved at the same time. We came together, letting that magnetic force that'd been pulling at us all evening finally have its way. Now that we were away from the eyes of the rest of the world, the only thing that could hold us back was whatever hangups might lurk in the back of a potentially guilty conscience.

At the moment, though, there appeared to be no guilt whatsoever, because we kissed like we were trying to make up for the last thirty years apart. Our hands were all over each other, groping the other's body in urgent desperation. Molly seemed to draw the breath completely from my body, the way I was panting. My cock was hard enough to bend steel. I'd never wanted a woman as much in my life as I wanted this one.

As our kiss lingered, I felt a wetness on my cheek. My god, I was actually crying! Not blubbering like a child, but the intense realization of what I was doing, and with whom, had overwhelmed me, and that threat I'd felt earlier had gotten its way.

I didn't give a fuck. This was My Molly, and she was in my arms again. The tears were elation, they were disbelief, fear and triumph and a hundred other emotions all balled up and concentrated into a single reaction. If I was dreaming, I hoped I was in a coma and would never awaken. But no dream was so real or felt so good or so right. I'd never imagined I'd ever see Molly again after we parted ways the last time, so long ago. Even if this was all we did all fucking night, I'd be satisfied. I didn't want to let her go. I hadn't realized how much I missed Molly all these years - at least, not until I'd seen her in the flesh once again. Sure, we weren't eighteen anymore, but she still looked perfectly spectacular to me.

We hadn't made a move to undress. Our hands were all over one another's body, but we'd done nothing to disrobe either ourselves or the other. While I yearned to see Molly naked again, I still didn't want to let her go long enough to enable either of us to strip.

That would change eventually, though, I was sure...

 

[Loving50]

His mouth was hot against mine. Simultaneously our mouths opened and our tongues began slow dancing. It all was happening so fast and furious but I was perfectly alright with that. Our arms intertwined, my hands running over his back while his hands firmly grasped my lower back and then ventured lower. Kneading my ass, his lips moved over mine and then across my jawline to my neck. I was so glad I put a dab of perfume in all the right places as he growled against the sweet spot at the base of my neck.

"Paul, can we sit down?" I asked as my legs began to get a bit wobbly.

He led me over to the bed where we sat on the edge, kissing and touching and just basking in the moment. I pulled away briefly and ran my hand over his face, smiling into his eyes. All doubt had vanished and I knew he was as ready as I was to continue.

I moved back into his arms and kissed him passionately. Slowly, together we laid back on the bed kissing with our hands beginning to explore more insistently. As his lips moved down my neck again I felt his hand move to my cleavage, fingering the line as it disappeared into my dress. My breath caught as I waited for his next move. His eyes held mine for a moment and then we both looked down to see my nipples clearly straining the material. I wanted him to ravage me, strip me naked and take me now but I knew he would take his time and savor every moment.

My hand moved to stroke his cock through his pants. It was hard and straining to be set free. My fingers fumbled at his belt but he stopped me. He was determined that we take our time, that was clear. At that moment I gave myself over to him. He set the pace, he determined all of it. I was good with that as I lay back and basked in his attention.

 

[susurrus]

I wasn't sure how long we stood there, just inside my hotel room door, kissing. To be perfectly honest, I didn't care. I was scheduled to be here a over a week. At that moment, I was prepared to blow off everything else I'd come out to do, just to remain in close, intimate contact with this woman.

My hands eventually slid down the oh-so-luscious curve of Molly's back, down to her spectacular ass. Though I wasn't really expecting a protest, when I failed to receive one, I was grateful. It'd been so long since I'd felt Molly's amazing butt beneath my palms, but my memory told me that was exactly what it was when my fingers stretched over the beautiful, round contours beneath her thin skirt. I only felt a thin, lacy strip at her waist, so my lovely Molly must have been wearing a thong under her pretty dress. It turned me on to think that she wore such things, but it didn't really surprise me. I was once more jealous of her husband.

When my lips left Molly's, I didn't actually stop kissing her: I just stopped kissing her lips. Slowly, and maybe a little sloppier than necessary, I kissed my way over the corner of her mouth, then started to follow her jaw back to her ear. I didn't stop there, though. Instead, I kept going until my lips nuzzled her neck, in a spot I knew drove Molly wild.

"Paul, can we sit down?" I vaguely heard Molly pant. I was losing myself to this moment, but I didn't want to rush through it, because I had no idea what either of us would think of ourselves or what we were currently doing once it was over. This might be the only chance I'd ever get to go all the way with Molly, and I wasn't going to screw it up.

I guided Molly to the bed and sat her on the edge. I sat beside her, then started back in on her lips, my hands continuing to read her curves like she was some braille book I couldn't put down.

When I felt Molly pull away from me, I wondered with dread if she was having doubts about what we were doing and/or were preparing to do. Fortunately, though, the look on her face was one of anything but apprehension, and the way her hand touched my face was anything but a push away. The smile she gave me affirmed her earlier statement regarding how she still felt about me, and I knew I was involuntarily giving her exactly the same look.

When she leaned toward me once more, I knew where we stood, and I eagerly joined Molly again in a makeout session the likes of which we hadn't had since high school. Slowly, we laid down on the bed, our lips never parting.

It felt like we'd crossed another milestone, and had given each other a silent invitation. My hand slid up Molly's gorgeous curves, till it came to rest n bare skin, at the neck of her dress. I followed the edge around till I found the few inches of cleavage Molly had had on display all night. Idly, I ran a finger up and down that line, delving briefly in the soft valley right where it intersected with fabric.

Molly stopped breathing suddenly when she felt me fingering her lovely cleavage, and she pulled back, looking into my eyes with lust. She wanted whatever was coming, as much as I did. Molly's eyes then looked down between us, and I followed them. There, I was treated to the sight of her nipples poking obscenely and erotically from her dress. I wanted little else at that particular moment than to release those gorgeous tits from their confinement and close my lips over one of those protruding nipples. I could tell from the look Molly gave me that it's exactly what she wanted from me, too.

However, I'd learned over the years that while immediate satisfaction was great, it was nothing compared to what a long, slow buildup was capable of achieving. Besides, at my age, I wasn't sure I wouldn't be completely done for the evening if I just let myself go, so I took my time, knowing when I finally did release, it'd be worth remembering.

I let out a gasp when I felt Molly's hand close over my hard cock. It was still hidden behind the fly of my jeans, but it'd been so long since a woman had touched me with such desire, I couldn't help my surprise.

Molly squeezed and rubbed my hard-on with an urgency that told me just where she was coming from at the moment, and while I wanted desperately for her to get my cock out, I reached down and stopped her when she started working at my belt. Her hand stayed there for a few seconds, but when I moved my hand away, she didn't keep working at my pants. However, she did slide her hand back down and kept it gripping my hard-on.

While I didn't want Molly undressing me quite yet, that didn't mean I didn't want to have her nude body in my arms. And it also didn't mean I didn't want to be naked with her. I just wasn't ready at the moment.

I was grateful Molly's dress buttoned down the front, because it meant it wouldn't be necessary to fumble around to get it off her. When I undid the first button, Molly gasped and pulled away from me. At first, I thought I'd misinterpreted Molly's intentions - even with her hand still resting not-so-gently on my cock - but the look in her eyes told me that was far from the case. Instead, she gave me a meaningful look, then turned her head to look down at the front of her dress. I took that cue and popped another button open. Without speaking, Molly looked back up at me again, then back down.

We continued that way, Molly silently pleading for me to do the next button, and watching as I deftly did so. There were a lot of buttons, and with each one that came loose, Molly's breathing got heavier, and her gasps turned to moans. By the time I got to the last three, I thought she might orgasm just from the act of having her dress undone. If that was what was going to happen, it was fine with me. I loved watching Molly cum, and it'd been thirty years since I'd seen it happen. If it didn't happen, that was fine, too. I knew she was getting hotter by the second, and I was barreling on right with her.

Unfortunately, for those last three buttons, Molly had to move her hand away from my cock, because it was necessary to separate our bodies enough for me to reach them. Nevertheless, I could still feel her hand on my bulge even after it was gone. As well, I knew she'd be again holding it as soon as she could. If I'd learned anything from our time together in school, it was that once Molly was revved up, she stayed that way for a good long time, no matter how many orgasms she managed to have.

For those last buttons, I lifted Molly's face so she stared right into my eyes. As I reached for the first of them, I said, "One," as I popped it loose. Then, waiting only a second or two, I said, "Two," and did the next. Molly's eyes got wider and wider, and her chest heaved at the knowledge that soon, she'd be essentially laying there in her underwear with a man-not-her-husband for the first time in I didn't know how long.

"Three," I whispered, and the last button was undone. Molly didn't cum, but she looked quite on the verge, as the lower side to her dress fell completely open, revealing half of her panty and bra clad body to my eyes.

I leaned forward to kiss her once more, then backed away, saying, "You finish it."

 

[Loving50]

He wanted a show and moreover I wanted to show him. Slowly I unbuttoned the final button keeping my dress together. I stood back, just out of his reach and watched his eyes widen as my hips began to sway to a silent rhythm. A few drinks, months of no sex and just being with my former boyfriend was turning me on and turning me into a bit of a slut. A classy slut but still a slut.

I was pretty sure he wouldn't call me that though. In his eyes I saw passion and lust and desire and even love. He seemed transported to a much earlier and innocent time.

Back those many years ago I practically begged him to fuck me, although I would have never used that word. I regularly gave him license to take me by grinding my pussy against his covered cock while straddling his lap. I would push my tits in his face and allow my hips to entice with intense pressure. Sucking him off became a regular act and I would actually bring him to the edge and then beg him to bury it in my virgin hole. He always refused. I loved him for that but it also frustrated me. In some ways it led to the end of our relationship. When I moved away for college I found many men willing to plant their seed inside of me. At first I was like a slut but soon realized that what I was really missing was the meaningful love I had with Paul. By then it was too late and ever since I felt I was settling for less.

My mind wandered aimlessly for a few minutes until I firmly brought myself back to the present. No refusal this time. Not from him and most certainly not from me. With a shrug of my shoulders, my light dress fell to the floor. I stood before him in just my bra and pretty panties. His smile told me he approved and as he reached for my waist with his hands I heard him moan softly. He pulled me to him and kissed my lips before venturing lower to graze my neck and shoulders. His touch was loving and light and I longed to feel him lower on my body.

His hands held my shoulders as he moved me back and looked directly into my eyes, "Are you sure you want this, Molly? Do you want to make love with me?"

"Never more sure," came my whispered answer as I reached behind my back and released my breasts from the confines of my bra.

His breath held as the straps slipped down my arms and his eyes beheld my naked breasts for the first time in so long. I smiled at him and grasped his hair in my hands, pulling him into me. His arms circled my body as he pressed his face against the soft mounds of flesh I offered so willingly. As his lips and tongue began to explore I finally let out my held breath, ready for anything and wanting everything.