Chapter 2
Starting Again (c) Copyright Heman Holher 2009
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By Heman Holher
February 2009
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I was surprised to receive a note from my old  girlfriend that she would be visiting my town which is on a commuter line to Philadelphia. She was here to take care20of some old family business and would commute back and forth to meet with the attorneys in the city when needed. She informed me she was staying at the quaint old hotel in the middle of town and would call me the afternoon of her arrival.
 
She called and suggested that I meet her at the hotel for dinner. I was familiar with the dining there and knew it had a few quite corners where we could catch up on over 45 years of only Christmas card contact. I arrived at the suggested time and the desk clerk called her room then let me know she was on the way down to the lobby by the back stairs where I could meet her. Almost at the moment I got to the back stairs she was on her way down dressed in a tight fitting silk-like sleeveless sheath dress with a deep plunging neckline. As she got closer I could see that she was wearing an up-lift bra on top of a waist tightening girdle, certainly not her natural figure for a 68 year old woman. I held out my hand to her when she reached the bottom of the stairs and she pulled a little closer for a mutual hug. I turned her into the dining room where we got our cozy quite table.
 
I asked her how her trip down from Connecticut was for a conversation starter as she looked at the table place settings or away out of the window. She said the train was comfortable, and the commute between downtown and the hotel was easy and that she did not need to be in the city for the next few days except maybe to see the sites. I kept looking into her face and eyes but could not catch her attention with eye contact. I did look down into cleavage and those well-formed if now well supported breasts. She suddenly looked up at me and said that she really does not look like she did when we were lovers many years ago did she? What did she need to do she asked. I told her that her dress was beautiful, but she obviously has herself too trussed up and does not look like she could right now in the present. She thought for a minute, said I was right as usual and excused herself to go to her room.
 
She came back in a few minutes just as drinks were being served without the pushup bra and waist tightener, naturally fitting into her sheath with only the outline of a white thong showing across the front. She stood there with a big smile and said, better? More natural? I answered yes, and she said, more comfortable t oo. We were sitting cornerwise to each other, and I could see her legs and thighs as she pulled up her skirt to sit down. She reached over, took my hand in hers with a big smile as we looked into each others eyes. She leaned over for a little kiss and let her breasts fall naturally into the top of the dress. I put my arm around her shoulder as I kissed her first on the lips, then on the neck and as I looked down her nipples tightened against the dress.
 
We were now looking at each other and to restart conversation, I asked her what brought her to town. She answered with one word; you. She went on to say that getting to see me again was all that she had dreamed about for the past dozen or more years, and finally made the opportunity to do so. Come on, she said, lets go outside for a walk in the pleasant cool air as she called over the waiter and signed the drink check to her room.

    

We walked out the back entrance into a park-like area between two side streets. She moved close and put her arm around me as I did her. She lay her head on my shoulder as I moved my curious hand up and down along her side and bottom feeling her soft skin through her dress a s well as her almost naked bottom. She shivered and quivered as she whispered that it had been so long since she felt the way she did and it was only to my touch she felt that way. I’m glad she spoke up since my thoughts had wandered back many years ago when I ran my hand over the equally soft and naked body of a young lady who embraced me like this for helping her get into graduate school.
 
She loosened my tie, unbuttoned the top of my shirt and ran her hand over my chest while I leaned over and kissed her lightly at first, then deep and moist as we pulled closer together. I could feel her one breast against my chest as I reached up to fondle the other through her dress at first, then under her dress. Her nipples became more engorged and erect as we kissed deeper and deeper. We stopped kissing as she again lay her head against my shoulder and gently felt each other all over with our hands. It was all soft and gentle and unhurried like we had all the time in the world which we did.
 
We made our way to a park bench which was under a tree and among some bushes.20We sat down, she snuggled closely and I brought her legs up across my lap so I could move my hand up along her thigh and pull her closer.  She reached up and pushed my head down into her cleavage and against her left breast which I gently kissed and then began to tongue its nipple. The nipple grew firmer and I took it and some of the breast into my mouth and suckled on it as she quivered and moaned with pleasure. She whispered that she still remembers us doing this when younger and would get a deep thrill when thinking about it, and just how much she was enjoying it now. Please don’t stop, oh please don’t she moaned.
 
She moved my right hand off her outer thigh to up between her legs which she spread slightly so widely. I cupped her pussy into my hand and could feel its moisture building up ever slowly. I then slid my hand under her thong loosening it slightly so I could finger the lips of her labia and slowly work my fingers into her vagina then around its outer edges. Harder and further in she whispered, please mo re harder and further, more fingers please. I could feel her vigina tighten around my fingers as it found her G-spot while at the same time kissing and suckling her breasts. Oh God, I’m coming, I0m coming please hurry me along, hurry!!! She was almost screaming in my ear as her cunt throbbed and tightened around my fingers.
 
I quickly lay her back on the bench, pulled off her thong and pushed my head between her legs so I could tongue and finger her vagina at the same time. She pulled her legs upward, and quivered with joy as her muscles contracted in an orgasm and began to relax. I continued to kiss and finger as she built up again moaning more and more and coming again and again. Finally she swung her legs off me and cuddled closely relaxing in my arms as she reached into my pants to fondle my erection which had built up with all the excitement she expressed. My erection stopped building and just relaxed on its own without much attention.
 
She said she was feeling really young again and we should go someplace appropriate rather than the hotel for dinner .. We walked a few blocks to a popular watering hole and hoisted ourselves up at a bar-room table where we could see the TV, other people and of course could sit as close to each other as we dearly wanted. We ordered different dishes of light fare so we could share, and she ordered a fancy wine concoction for herself. We sat with our faces nuzzled together and I would sometimes run my hand up her leg under the table in which case she would spread them slightly so I could reach her soft hairy pussy. She quivered whenever I touched her tenderly behind the ear, or across the lips or on her leg and cunt.
 
When she left for the ladies room her dress clung to her with  every muscle showing and followed every body movement. My eyes were not the only ones that followed her out of the room, nor caught her when she came back into it. The light from the entrance to the bar area emphasized her nakedness when she walked back into the room. We cuddled again as she got up on the tall stool and we kept close hand and sometimes lip contact through the evening. 

As she ate and drank she talked more about what her life has been like over the many years we were apart. She had a well paying school counselors job and married a boy from our old home town. It turned out he was more interested in spending time with the other boys than with her and she gave up on any desire for bodily pleasure. She repeated what she said earlier in the evening that in the past few years since retiring, her thoughts and feelings wandered back to the delightful years we spent growing up together when she was in high school, and was so glad this opportunity arose for us to get together again. By now, I had my arm around her slowly moving my hand up and down her side and across her back which helped keep her talking.
 
It was getting toward closing time when we left the pub and headed back to her hotel. We took a short-cut across the church lawn just as its lawn sprinkler turned on. She took off her shoes, handed them to me, and went and danced under the sprinkler and got soaked from head to toe. When we walked into the lighted lobby of the hotel, her dress clinged to her and she appeared almost naked with it clinging to her breast nipples, up the crack of her backside, and tight into her pussy where her dark cunt hair stood out.
 
I helped her get her room key from the desk and guided her upstairs to her room. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom as we entered the room, unzipped her sheath dress, let it fall to the floor and dried her off from head to toe while she held her arms high above her head. I then put a bathrobe onto her and sat her down on the divan in the spacious seating area which was separate from the bedroom, and helped her wrap the towel around her head. She relaxed and then fell asleep. I stretched her out on the divan, got a cover from the closet, wrapped her in it and headed home.