8 Years Later

“329, 331, 333…”

I muttered to myself, reading the numbers off the doors as I made my way
down the narrow hotel hallway. I could almost hear the sound of my own
nervous heartbeat over the quiet buzzing of a nearby ice machine as I
pushed my hand into my pocket to pull out a folded, crumpled piece of
paper. Cursing myself for the inability to calm my shaking nerves, I
unfolded the small parchment and read the number scrawled upon it.

“335.”

My eyes moved from the paper up to the door before me.

“335.”

This was it. Behind that door waited a night of unparalleled carnal
pleasure, but could very well lead to months of shameful regret. I
thought briefly about my girlfriend Kim back home, trying with great
difficulty to suppress the feelings of guilt that were beginning to
weigh heavy on my mind. I had cheated on girlfriends in the past, but
Kim was different. I could actually see myself marrying her one day.
She was perfect in almost every way.

Almost.

I took a deep breath and stared vacantly at the closed door. I knew
that once I stepped into that room, there would be no turning back. I
knew that once I saw Tara again there would be no restraining my
desires. For 8 long years I had been replaying our past sexual
exploits in my head, all the while searching in vain for the one woman
that could possible compare in terms of sexual prowess. In the two
short years we had spent together I had evolved from inexperienced
virginity to complete sexual freedom, as Tara had taken pride in
fulfilling my every sexual desire. She had also been happy to share
her many fantasies with our mutual interests and understanding leading
to 24 months of pure carnal bliss. In a way, she had actually ruined
me for other women as my standards for sexual adventure had developed
beyond what most girls would deem appropriate.

I continued to stall as my mind began to process the various
consequences that could arise from this long awaited reunion. Although
Tara had been a wet dream come true for an 18 year old virgin, our
problems outside the bedroom were considerable. Along with her
considerable sexual experience came a fair amount of emotional baggage
that I had not been fully equipped to deal with at the time. Over the
years, however, the memories of our various problems had faded, leaving
only the torrid details of our numerous salacious adventures.

I began to wonder how much Tara had changed during our time apart. Now
married with three children, I assumed she had matured considerably
from the 20 year old single mother I had met all those years ago.
Apart from being an extraordinary sexual partner, Tara had always
possessed a vibrant personality that made her a joy to be with outside
the bedroom as well as within. My only hope was that years of marriage
and suburban life had not yet crushed her adventurous spirit. Judging
from the witty and provocative emails we had exchanged in the past
couple months my guess was that it had not.

But there was only one way to find out. I raised my fist and knocked on
the door.

The next few seconds left like an eternity as I waited patiently. My
heart began to race even faster when I heard the rattling of the chain
lock followed by a sharp “click” as the door was unlocked from the
inside. With a quick motion, the door swung open and for the first time
in years my eyes fell upon the woman that had occupied my thoughts for
the better part of the previous decade.

Tara’s face was aglow with noticeable excitement as she greeted me with
an exuberant smile. Her contagious expression of happiness soon caught
me and I smiled back as my eyes worked quickly to take in the familiar
figure standing before me. Dressed in a simple blue dress, she looked
sexy but elegant as she stepped aside to allow me to enter the room.

“Hey,” she said, beaming with enthusiasm.

“Hi,” I answered, slightly overwhelmed with the situation.

I strolled into the room as Tara shut the door before turning back
towards me. Before I could say another word she threw her arms around
me pressing her body into mine.

“I can’t believe you’re actually here,” she muttered, hugging me
tightly.

I returned the hug, my face pressed against her neck as the long
forgotten scent of vanilla once again brought a series of memories
rushing back. After a momentary embrace, she pulled away slightly
pausing for a brief moment to look into my eyes with her sparkling blue
orbs.

“Wow,” she exclaimed, stepping back to scan up and down my body. “You
look exactly the same!”

“Is that a good thing?” I asked with a chuckle, as I began to pull off
my jacket.

“Oh yes,” she answered quickly, biting her bottom lip as her eyes roamed
over me.

I smiled as I tossed my jacket over the back of a nearby chair. Tara
always knew how to make me feel good.

“Want something to drink?” she asked, motioning to a selection of liquor
bottles assembled on a desk on the other side of the room.

“Yeah, sure,” I answered, sitting down on one of the beds as she turned
towards the desk.

“What do you feel like?” she asked, strolling across the room. “I
didn’t know what you drink so I kind of got…everything.”

“Whatever you’re having,” I replied as I leaned back and watched my
ex-girlfriend fumble with the assortment of bottles.

“Gin?” she called back over her shoulder, causing me to wrinkle my nose
in disgust.

“Umm…How about vodka?”

Tara laughed and set the bottle of gin back down.

“Oh yeah. I forgot you hate gin.”

As she prepared the drinks I took the opportunity to watch her,
breathing deeply as I carefully studied her every move. Her light blue
dress was open in the back, allowing a large proportion of her smooth,
sexy back to be visible, covered only by a pair of thin straps that
crossed each other before looping over her shoulders. Her auburn hair
was now a lighter shade, almost strawberry-blonde, and tied into a pony
tail that bounced against the back of her neck as she moved. The dress
itself came down to her mid thigh, allowing my hungry eyes an ample
view of her delectable legs. As she had given birth to three kids, I
had been mildly concerned that Tara’s figure would have suffered, but
to my surprise it had not. In fact, it appeared as though she had lost
weight since the last time I had seen her last and her body had assumed
a more toned, athletic look while still retaining many of her ample,
luscious curves.

As she turned towards me, her hands each holding a liquid filled glass,
I noticed something else different about Tara. The front of her dress
came down into a v-shape, permitting a generous view of her ample
cleavage. Her breasts seemed not only larger than I remember, but also
much more round and shapely. At first, I thought it might be the bra
she was wearing but the lack of straps or lines under the light fabric
soon dismissed that notion.

Tara handed me the glass with a smile. She then took a seat on the bed
across from me, leaning back crossing her legs. As she did so, her
dress slid further up her thighs and I found my eyes wandering downward
as I took a sip of my drink.

“Two beds?” I asked, glancing around the room. “Are you expecting
company?”

“Maybe,” she replied, raising her eyebrows. “Why? Did you have someone
in mind?”

I smiled and took another drink before shaking my head. “Not at the
moment.”

“Aww, that’s too bad,” Tara whined, her full, pink lips pouting with
mock sadness. “We never did get the chance to have a threesome.”

I just smiled. If I was worried that Tara had lost her playful nature,
those fears were quickly vanquished. Every word she spoke seemed to be
dripping with blatant innuendo. In fact, she obviously did not share
my apprehension, and appeared to be more excited than nervous.

“But that’s okay,” she continued casting me an amorous look. “I want
you all to myself tonight anyway.”

As we continued with the obligatory small talk, my eye caught the
shimmering diamond ring on her finger as she brought her glass to her
lips. Tara noticed my distraction as she glanced at me and then down
at her hand. I tried to pretend I hadn’t noticed, but it was too late.


“Does it bother you?” she asked, holding out the wedding ring that
encircled her slender finger. “I can take it off if you want?”

“No, no,” I responded.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

When I had first located Tara on Facebook and found out she was married,
I did experience a tinge of jealousy. That jealously had since
dissipated, but I was unsure of how she felt about cheating on her
husband.

“What did you tell him?” I asked, my curiosity overwhelming my better
judgment.

“I told him I was going to visit my sister,” she answered with
complacency.

She was obviously not too bothered with the prospect of adultery, which
made me wonder if she had cheated on me during our relationship.

“It doesn’t bother you at all?” I asked, pressing the issue further.
“You don’t feel…guilty?”

Tara gave her shoulders a quick shrug and then downed the rest of her
drink.

“A little,” she said, getting up to get another. “It’s just that…”

I remained silent, awaiting the rest of her response.

“…I’ve been married for a few years now and…”

She paused as if trying to find the right words.

“He’s a great guy, and I love him and everything, but…”

“But what?” I pressed, cocking my head in curiosity.

“We just don’t have that…sexual connection. Like you and I had.”

“I know what you mean,” I stated bluntly as I finished my drink.

“Why? Do you feel guilty?” she asked, turning the tables on me as she
poured us both another drink.

“A little,” I answered truthfully, although my guilt was quickly
subsiding under the influence of alcohol and Tara’s irresistible sexual
aura.

“Are you sure it doesn’t bother you?” she asked again, bringing the
topic of conversation back to her wedding ring. “I can take it off.”

“No,” I assured, as I accepted another drink. “In fact…”

“What?” she asked, tilting her head in anticipation.

“It…kind of…turns me on,”

Tara’s inquisitive expression unfolded into a smile and she gazed at me
intently.

“Really?” she muttered with sudden understanding. “You have a thing for
married women now?”

I shrugged.

“I guess so.”

Tara giggled and took another drink.

“Well that’s good,” she cooed, as she let her lips linger on the glass
while staring at me with a look of intense, lustful desire. “Because
I’ve been waiting eight years to have you again.”

I couldn’t help but smile.

“You’ve been thinking about this a lot huh?” I asked, growing more
comfortable with the situation.

“Yes!” she exclaimed with exuberance. “It’s all I’ve been thinking about
since I first found you on Facebook.”

“We did have some good times,” I said with a nod as I referred back to
our various erotic endeavors.

“Great times,” Tara corrected emphatically, causing me to smile once
more.

“Soooo….” I began, my inhibitions slowly slipping away. “What exactly
have you been thinking about?”

“Oh, just reminiscing,” she answered coyly as she tossed her head back
and rolled her eyes in avoidance of my question.

“Reminiscing about…?” I pressed with increasing insistence.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she muttered with a smile, continuing to play her
little game as she stood up and took a step towards me. “How about the
time we were at my friend’s party and you dragged me into the bathroom
and bent me over the sink?”

I swallowed hard as Tara stood over me. Using her legs to push my knees
apart, she moved closer pressing her thigh against my crotch. I
looked up into her eyes as she smiled down at me, feeling the growing
hardness between my legs pressed against her naked leg.

“Uh huh,” I muttered softly. “I remember.”

“And you pulled my pants down…” she continued, inching ever closer.
“And fucked me from behind.”

I nodded.

“And you had to put your hand over my mouth to keep the other people at
the party from hearing me moan. I remember you fucking me hard and
sliding your finger up my ass.”

I smiled, recalling the provocative scene as Tara nudged closer,
straddling my thigh as she ran a hand down my back. My body tingled
with excitement as I felt her long awaited touch. Pressing close to
me, she touched her lips to my neck, letting them linger for a moment
before moving upwards.

“That…” she continued, whispering into my ear. “…is what I’ve been
thinking about.”

Moving her head back, we soon found ourselves staring into each other’s
eyes. We held our intense gaze for a brief moment before our lust
overtook our inhibitions and we became entangled in a long, deep kiss.
Tara moaned softly into my mouth as our tongues danced and she pressed
her body into mine. Our escalating passion was soon halted, however,
as Tara accidentally tipped her glass a little too far, sending a
moderate amount of dark liquid spilling out down over her hand and onto
the bed.

“Oops,” she giggled, stepping back holding the drink at arm’s length.
“Got a little too excited there.”

I smiled and moved over on the bed, avoiding the newly formed wet spot
as Tara walked over to the table and set down her glass. She then
looked over to me as she sucked her fingers clean of the spilled
liquid.

“By the way…” she began, seductively sucking her middle finger.
“Notice anything different about me?”

As she spoke, she turned sideways and pushed her chest out motioning to
her breasts with a raised eyebrowed expression.

“Yeah…,” I began, stroking my chin as I realized what she was implying
with her less than subtle tactics.