That was Then.. This is Now

A couple reunites after 27 years apart and find their taste have changed, but for the good and explore what could have been.

Chapter 1

I’m Doug, 5’ 11, 175 pounds, in good shape still, and own my own remodeling business. After 10 years of being divorced, I found that being single was good for me. Sure, it is nice to have a partner who likes things that I do, and likes to have sex, but also does not want to be tied down to each other and suffer through the pain that divorce can bring. Especially when you are 50 and pretty set in your ways.

Before I married at 28, I pretty much led a carefree life too. I would date often, sometimes juggling 2 or 3 women at a time, and it was mostly for the sex. Then I met my ex wife Sue, when I was 27 and I really thought this was the woman I wanted to spend my life with. She was 25, and had a daughter. I really took to Carrie who was the spitting image of her mom, with the blond hair and blue eyes. Sue herself, was a very pretty woman, and enjoyed most everything I did in life. So after a year together, we decided to get married.

Like any young couple, we had our ups and downs, and seemed to get through most of them unscathed. When first married, sex was a constant. Neither said no. But like most couples, that diminishes over time, and we were no exception. It was when my step daughter turned into the teen years that things started to change. She became rebellish and started dressing in slutty clothes. All the while, Sue just let her do these things. I did not like it and we would argue. The sperm donor was never in the picture, and I acted as her father.

Sue also changed as well. She was drinking more and I came to find out she was smoking pot with her daughter. It was when Carrie turned 16 and was starting to date this one 18 year old that Sue and I had a huge fight. Carrie got involved in the fight too and let me know that I wasn’t ,her quote, “ I wasn’t her Fucking Father and she’ll date and fuck whoever she wanted too”

When she said that and Sue did not back me up, I left, and was soon divorced. A year and a half later, Carrie was pregnant and Sue was living with some Biker dude. Of course that didn’t last long and since then, she has been with multiple partners that never seem to stay with her long. Carrie had 2 kids by the time she was 19 and both kids have different fathers. Since that time, I have no contact with either of them, and don’t want too, either.

Since we rented a house, there was nothing to lose there and since Carrie wasn’t mine, no child support, nor did I have to pay alimony. It did take me a couple of years to get back on my feet financially, and did, after I started up my own business. After 3 years, I bought my own house. A simple bungalow, with 3 bedrooms, one being up, and two bathrooms. I got a real buy on it, since it was 50 years old and needed updating. But for me, it serves my needs, and is a nice house in a nice neighborhood, where the neighbors know each other, and watch out for one another. The streets are safe to walk at night, and really doesn’t have any crime.

I have a good business too, and I always have work. It’s enough to pay my bills, and put money away for retirement. So my life is good. Do I want to be with someone and share with them? Yes and no. I don’t want the pain associated with a relationship if it goes south. I do date, but it is mostly just to go out, have fun, and hopefully end the evening in bed, enjoying each other. Most of the women I date, feel like I do. No commitment, but a roll in the sack is just fine with them. I have even entertained a couple of married women, so I knew that would never go anywhere, and they were into it for the sex and nothing else.

Chapter 2

A few months back, I had just got back from walking my chocolate lab, Buddy. I have had Buddy for 5 years now. He is a great companion and is very friendly. He just loves people. I was sitting on the front porch, just relaxing after a long day of working, when a woman and her black lab came strolling down the sidewalk. When they entered my area, Buddy ran up to meet them. Like all dogs, they sniffed each other out. The woman, who I would put near my age, was blond and had one of those haircuts that was short and layered, and well off of her collar. She was wearing a dark blue sweater, since it was only 60 out, and black yoga pants. I love women who wear those pants, and she was no exception. They hugged her ass nicely, showing off her curves. Her thighs were big, but they were thick, but matched the rest of her, that I could see.

I got off the porch and called to Buddy, who decided to just ignore me, since he was trying to make a new friend. As I got closer, and looked at the woman’s face, she looked familiar to me. The closer I got, the more familiar she became, and it finally clicked on who she was. Her name was Sara.

Sara and I dated in high school, our senior year. Back then, we both probably weighed at least 20 pounds lighter. Sara being 5’ 6, 110# with blond hair. In fact, she looks even better now with the added weight We were first for most anything sexual too. First oral, first intercourse, but not kissing or heavy petting. We went to prom together and were inseparable back then, until college came. I went to the big university down state, and she went out of state. Of course we said we’d make it work, but by midterms of our first year, we ended it. Then when we both graduated, me with a business degree, and she with one in interior design, we both moved back to home.

By that time, I had just dated for sex and sex only and had many partners in school. She too dated quite a bit, and when we got back home, we hooked up again. But this time it was different between us. I was carefree and not wanting to be tied down yet, but she was looking to settle down. We lasted together for almost 6 months, until she wanted to have the talk. The talk where she wanted to know where I saw us going in this relationship. We both had voracious appetites for sex. In fact, before college, she would never swallow, but after we got back together, it was like second nature to her. And where she would moan some, when first delving into sex, she was very loud now. My type of woman. But when I said I wasn’t ready to be tied down just yet, she told me that she was and if I couldn’t commit to her, then we should move on. So we did and a little over a year later, she married. 10 months after that, her daughter was born and 2 years later, her son. Then her husbands job took them to another state and I hadn’t seen or heard from her since.

As I got closer, she was eyeing me as well, then I said “Sara?”

“Oh my God, Doug?” she said back.

We stood there and started chatting. I suggested we go sit on the porch and let the dogs run loose in the yard. She agreed and came up on the porch and took a seat in the other chair. We started talking about our lives. She was divorced now 5 years, and moved back 3 years ago. Her son Mark Jr., was in the Navy and stationed in California, and her daughter Donna, was working in New York city, in the financial district, and engaged to be married. I told her about Sue and Carrie, and what transpired over that time. She then told me about her ex, Mark, and his wandering ways. She said he had been cheating on her for years, but she finally got the nerve up 6 years ago and kicked him out. She hated where they lived anyways and decided to move back her and found a nice little apartment, but felt she wanted her own place. So she bought this ranch that was two streets over from my place.

Sara noticed the truck in my drive, with the company name on it and what it was about. “Oh. Are you having work done on your house?” She asked.

“No. That’s my truck. I do remodeling work.” I said.

“Oh Cool. I have been looking for someone to remodel some things at my place. Do you offer a discount to your first girlfriend?” she asked with a laugh.

I chuckled and said, “It depends. Is she going to cook dinner for me too?”

“That could be arranged, if he is real good with his hands.” she said, in a flirty tone.

I then asked what she wanted done. That was to be a kitchen remodel and her master bath. She let me know she too owned her own business, doing interior design work. She mostly works with this one real estate company and a local architect in town. She said business was good, but wasn’t going to get rich off of it. But she made a decent living and had no complaints.

It was almost 8pm when she said she better get going. I asked her when she wanted me to come over and check out what she wanted done.

“Tell you what. I have a late appointment tomorrow, but Friday evening I am free, if you want to stop by then.”

“Friday it is then. Say 7pm? I asked.

“ 7 sounds great. Come hungry and I’ll make us lasagna” she said. Then got up and bent over to hook the leAsh back up on her dog Dixie, who was all worn out playing with Buddy. Buddy was laying next to me, just as worn out.

As she bent over, I was looking at her ass. The material was very taut around her ass and legs, and you could see her flesh bleed through the thin material. I wasn’t sure if she was wearing any undies, but if she was, it had to be a thong. That got a certain member pumping blood to it. Then Sara turned around and gave me a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. I’m pretty sure she could tell I had a hard on by now, because her body was pushing hard into me. When she let go, she just stared into my eyes, then smiled. I told her I would see her Friday. As she walked away, she told me to bring Buddy, so Dixie could have a play date too.

After grabbing a bite to eat and then a shower, I finally turned into bed and thought of Sara, and all the good times we had when we were younger. Of course, my cock was rock hard and I had to help it out. When I came, a bit later, my chest and stomach were coated with cum. I lay there and wondered if she is still as hot in bed as what she was almost 30 years ago.

Chapter 3

That Friday, Buddy and I showed up at Sara’s house, after a brisk walk over from mine. Since it was early spring, the air was chilly, in the high 40’s. When I arrived, Sara said she just got home a bit ago and was heating the lasagna up and would be ready in 30 minutes. She was dressed in black slacks and a cream colored sweater. I had to admit, her body had change through the years, but it was still very nice and I believe her breasts were larger than when we were together. At that time, she was a small C cup, but now, I would say a large C or even D cup. Maybe one day I would get to explore those globes again. One thing I do remember, is that she could orgasm if you sucked and lightly bit on her nipples long enough.

Sara excused herself so she could change. I sat on the couch and watched the dogs play. They were having a blast together. Sara returned in a couple of minutes, wearing yoga pants again, this time a sapphire blue and a pink polo top that hug her curves very nicely. If she was trying to make me hard, it was working. She definitely is a D cup, judging from how they looked in this top.

“ I hope you are hungry Doug. I am “ she said and winked.

“ Actually I’m starved, though I could afford to lose a couple of pounds.” I said and laughed.

“ Oh hell. You look great. If anyone has to lose weight, it’s me “ she said.

She then bent way over to get something from the bottom of one of her cabinets, which I must say was right out of 60’s.

I had wondered if she was wearing anything under those stretch pants. Earlier I saw how they hugged every curver and crevice and saw a beautiful camel toe. And now, I saw a string going around her waist and one joining it in the middle, so I knew now it was a black, sexy thong. Damn, I love women when they wear thongs.

After a fabulous meal she showed me her plans. Standing next to her I was distracted by the lovely perfume she was wearing and the closeness we had going. I also thought back all those years ago, when we were lovers.

We both laughed when we put on glasses. We went over all of her designs she had created. I made a couple of suggestions, which she liked. Then we retired to her couch and talked about when I could start and that money was no object, since she saved for this. I told her that I could start that need to be Tuesday, which threw her a bit.

“ Oh wow. Guess I got my work cut out for me this weekend. Cleaning out those cupboards. I’ll get you a key too.”

I soon left, after a long hug and cheek kiss at the door.

Chapter 4

Three weeks had gone by and I was making great progress in her kitchen. She was grateful that I left a small area for her micro and coffee maker. During that time we did go out to eat a good bit and I did have her for dinner on weekends. She was also flirting more too with me , and I with her, but no physical contact except for a hug and kiss on the cheek when either would leave, and an occasional hand on my forearm, that she would lightly rub.

I called her the other Sunday morning and asked if she wanted to go for a walk with Buddy and me. She said sure, but had to dress. I asked if she was naked. She laughed and said “ wouldn’t you like to know, Perv.” which made us both laugh. Ten minutes later I was at her yard, where Sara and Dixie awaited us.

Since today was an ok day, temperature wise, mid 60’s, she was wearing a sweater, and those black yoga pants. Today they really highlighted her camel toe, which I would love to bury my face in and eat all day. Since we reunited, I have seen her wear these a lot, or tight jeans. When we used to date, after college, she loved tight jeans that really showed off her ass, or when the weather was warm, short shorts. I’d love to see her those style shorts again. I was just wearing jeans and a pullover shirt. The weather did have the look of rain, but it was calling for that later in the day, which is why I called then, to see if she wanted to go for the walk.

The route we took today was not my usual route, which took us away from my street, but over a couple streets to the east of hers. The conversation was light, mostly about the project, and how much she loves what I have done so far. Then she switched gears, as the sky grew darker, and we were about half way through our walk.

“So Doug, have any dates of late?” Sara ask, like it was no big deal. I was caught off guard by the question, but figured I would answer truthfully.

“Uh.. No. I haven’t been on a date in months. No time actually. Been kind of busy of late. How about you?” I asked.

She laughed. “Heavens no. I haven’t been on a date in quite along time. Most of the guys I would like to go out with, just never ask, or are married. I won’t go out with a married guy. I am hoping with this one guy, but who knows. But for now the only date i have is with…. Oh never mind.” she said, then chuckled.

I kind of laughed but asked why she hadn’t asked him out. I didn’t ever want to tell her that I have screwed a couple of married women, in my past. She may think very low of me, even though the women in question I met at a bar, had no rings on, and then to find out afterwards, they did to get back at their cheating spouse. The one was a knockout too, and I couldn’t believe that her husband would ever entertain the thought of fucking someone else, because she was great in bed.

As she started to say something, the sky opened up and a downpour ensued. We both said shit at the same time. Sara started to jog some, but I just continued at the pace we were going at. We still had a good half mile back to her place, and even much farther if we attempted mine. Sara turned back to see where I was at and said, “What are doing?”

“Might as well just walk. We’re soaked already.” then chuckled. She laughed and waited up for me. We did pick up the pace a bit, but neither of us said much on the way back to her house. The dogs were fine with our pace, but I doubt if they enjoyed being soaked to the bone, like they were.

When we got back to her house, we went in through her garage, and into her small mud room, which also had her washer and dryer. We grabbed some towels and wiped the dogs down, so they wouldn’t be totally soaked when they entered the house. Then she told me to strip down, through my clothes in the washer, and she would go find me something to wear, then went into the house. I waited for her to close the door before undressing, which was silly in its own right, since she had seen me naked on many occasion.

A couple of minutes later, the door started to open, and I hurried behind it. I stopped the door so she couldn’t walk in, or I believe she would have. “Oh, Mister Modest now.” then giggled. “I found you a pair of Jr’s boxers and a t-shirt. They should fit, since you both are about the same size.” she said, giggled, then closed the door.

I emerged then into the kitchen. My jaw had to have hit the floor. Sara was standing there in just this teal color robe. It was either silk or satin, that hung to about mid thigh. Her nipples were hard and easily poking through the thin material. I had to divert my eyes from her, or my own cock would give away the lovely sight I was beholding. She asked me to get some bottled water, while she started the washer up.

I got the water, then moved to the couch. When she returned, she sat down next to me, as I handed her a bottle, which she started to drink from. At this moment, all i could think of was her naked, and letting me explore her body, like we did all those years ago. Then she put her bottle down and turned towards me, bringing one leg up and folding it in, and as she did that, her hand pushed the robe between her legs, so I couldn’t get a view of her sex.

“Doug. Can I ask you a serious question?” she asked, to which I nodded my agreement.

She hemmed and hawed, then asked, “Do you still find me attractive?”

I just looked at her and then finally said, “Of course I do. You are just as beautiful as the girl I first dated way back in high school. In fact, I think you are more beautiful now. Why do you ask?”

“God. Men!” she said. “Since we saw each other almost 4 weeks ago, you have made no attempt to any of my flirting. Oh sure, you flirt a little back, but come on. So I figured since I don’t have that old figure anymore, you aren’t interested in me.”

“To be honest” I said. “I think you are far more beautiful and sexy, than you were back then. Your figure is great to me. Don’t get me wrong now, you were beautiful and sexy back then too. But now, with age, you’ve only gotten better.” I told her, and as I was, Mr. Happy started coming alive.

“Furthermore.” I said, “I made one of the biggest mistakes in my life, by letting you go, like I did. I was in love with you, but I was just stupid and totally afraid of commitment. What if I couldn’t give you what you needed back then? I did not want you to hate me at some point.” I said.

Then I reached my hand up and behind her neck and pulled her close and placed my lips on hers. She hesitated for a second, but then her lips parted, and our tongues touched. The kissed made me rush back to when our sex was hot and heavy after college. Her mouth sucked my tongue in, as her tongue licked every part of it. We stayed there and kissed for god knows how long. Her chest was pressed against my one arm and I could feel her one nipple, which was like stone now. My fingers played with her damp hair as we continued to turn each other on. Finally, she broke away from the kiss. Then looked at me with total lust in her eyes.

“Come on. Let’s go get more comfortable. Plus I don’t want to feel some cold nose on my ass, or anywhere else.” she said as she got up and pulled me up and led me to her bedroom. The dogs, who were curled up next to each other, just picked their heads up and watched us as we made our way down the hall.

After I shut the door, Sara came up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck and gently pulled me in for another kiss. My cock was tenting the boxers she had given to me to wear. As we kissed, she took the hem of the t-shirt and lifted it off of me, then slid her mouth to my nipples and sucked on them for a bit. I had forgotten how much she enjoyed doing that. Many women, don’t bother with men’s nipples. But Sara always did. As she did that, my hands slipped under her robe and found her ample breasts, and those hard nipples. That made her moan loudly as I rolled them both, between my fingers.

Then Sara fell to her knees and pulled the boxers down, and sighed when she found my hard cock pointing towards her. “Oh God Doug. You still have a gorgeous cock.” as her hand wrapped around it, then her lips encases the head. All I could do was moan as she started to suck and lick me, all the while her hand pumped slowly on my shaft.

She worked my cock like an expert, only because she was an expert at giving a man pleasure in this fashion. When we got back together, after college, I could see our time apart gave her opportunity to learn the skills needed to make a man weak in the knees. I also knew that she would swallow, at least back then. A few times I would look into her eyes as she gave me pleasure like no other woman. My ex would only do it on occasion, and wasn’t all that good in doing it. Sara loved doing it, and I knew from past experience, that if she was really into it, would orgasm while doing it.

She must have felt my balls, which she was massaging in her hands, start to tighten up, which is just before I would cum. She lifted her mouth off of me, then looked up and smiled, and told me that can wait until later. She stood up and we embraced again and kissed. This time it was with much passion, more than before. We were both consumed by lust and passion now. My hands undid the sash holding her robe closed and then gently pushed the fabric from her shoulders. It fell at our feet. I stepped back and looked at her, which made Sara Blush some.

“My God Sara, you are so sexy and beautiful.” I told her.

“Oh Stop. I know better. I’m not that 23 year old you last saw.” she said.

Reached for her hand and guided her to the bed, as she got on, with her ass now pointing right at me, “You’re right, you are even better. I really mean that.”

She then lay on her back and I followed between her bent knees, and leaned down and kissed her passionately. Then started licking down her neck to her breasts, and her nipples. I spent many a minute sucking and licking her nipples. When I would take one in my mouth, she would moan loud. But when I pushed both together and drew both nipples in, that was all it took and she started cumming, “Ugggggggggg. Oh God” she said loudly.

As she came, I started licking down her belly, stopping at her belly button to lick there, then proceeded down to a place I missed greatly. When my lips met her engorged lips, she let out a long, loud moan. I ate this gorgeous woman’s pussy for the next 15 or so minutes, making her cum twice. She finally pushed my head away, saying she was really sensitive now. I forgot that she gets like that after cumming multiple times.

As I got to my knees again and crawled up between her thighs, she smiled up at me, “My God Doug, your tongue is still amazing. But now, I need you in me.” as I slowly slipped my hard member inside her fiery hot pussy. It was so slick with her cum as I slipped in. Once I was in she cooed out, “Oh God, just stay there a minute. It’s been awhile, especially for this size”

But then, I pulled out. She looked at me and asked what was wrong. “I forgot a condom.” I said.

“Are you clean? I am, and my tubes are tied. Pleaseeeeeeee put it back in” she said.

When we were young, most times we fucked and fucked hard. It was her preferred way. Once in a while, we would do sensuous love making, like we were now. I wanted her to know that I have changed some. I also hoped that she would invite back into her bed after this.

We kissed as I kept up a nice pace, sometimes speeding up some, then slowing it down, prolonging our love making. After a good 10 minutes, she started bucking into me faster, so I knew she wanted to cum. Her legs wrapped around my waist, as I groaned into her mouth and she did the same. Our pace had increased now and I was getting close and so was she. It was constant moaning into each other’s mouths as we continued our coupling.

“Oh God Doug, God, I am so close.” she moaned out. “Cum with me Doug,. Cum deep inside me” she said.

That’s all I needed to hear, as her legs tightened even more around me, as her arms pulled me in tighter. Then she started cumming. Her moans were loud and that made me want her even more, as I started shooting deep inside her now, as I let out my own orgasmic groan.

It felt like hours as I shot deep inside her, but it just mere seconds. Both of us had a sheen of sweat on our bodies, as we lay there resting from our intense orgasms. Then I slowly crawled back down between her legs and started licking her. She was shocked, but just moaned out until I was finished. I left some in my mouth and moved back up and kissed her deeply, letting her enjoy our combined juices. I was hoping this wouldn’t repulse her. Not that I have had a ton of women, but there was a few that did not like having that done. In fact, I knew one woman who did not like you going down on her at all, which is a favorite of mine. What’s not to like. The taste, the smell, is so erotic, and hearing your partner orgasm from your tongue and mouth is probably the best thing in life. That one did not last long with me.

“Oh God Doug. That was heavenly. You are the first guy to ever do that to me, after cumming in me.” she softly said, as we lay in each other’s arms.

“ I guess we can chalk that up another first for us.” I said then chuckled.

“We did have many first, didn’t we? But how we just made love, well, that was special, at least to me. We didn’t really do that much back then. Young and dumb, I guess, and always horny” Sara pointed out to me.

“Yeah. It was special for me too. I’ve learned to take my time and savor the moment. But it felt so good. But, I am still up for a wild time too, which we enjoyed a great deal.” I said.

At this point, we lay on our sides, holding each other. God, how stupid I was back then. I knew in my heart she was always the one for me, but too chicken to follow through and make her mine. She had a look of deep thought now, which kind of scared me. Of course, my mind raced to “Shit. She probably thinks this is a mistake”.

“Doug. Is this a one time deal? What we just did?” she asked.

“Honestly Sara. I hope not. I hope we can continue what we just started. You are the only woman I have truly made love too. Had I not been a total asshole back then, we’d be married and doing this all the time.”

She had a tear running down her cheek after I said this, then found her composure and said, “You are right. You were an asshole back then. Had you just talked to me, and told me your true feelings, we probably could have worked through it. Maybe that is why Mark cheated on me, because he knew deep down that I was never truly in love with him, like I was with you.” she said, then turned over and faced away from me, and asking to cuddle with her.

I did as requested and spooned up with her, molding her body into mine. She took my hand and held it on her breast. I was starting to drift off to sleep when she woke me from my daze:

“Doug. I don’t want this to be a one time thing either. And you really need to shave down there. I hate hair in my mouth.” she softly said, then squeezed my hand. I kissed the back of her neck lightly, then listened to her breath, as she faded off for a nap.

Chapter 5

I awoke with a start. At first I had no idea where I was, until it all came flooding back to me. I was surprised I had slept that long. Her clock said it after 4pm. I remember it said 12:35 when we drifted off to sleep. I also noticed that Sara was not in bed.

I got up and used her bathroom, and put on the shorts. I went out to the kitchen to see Sara, in her robe, looking in the refrigerator. The way she was bent over, had the robe riding up her backside and just showing the bottom of her butt cheeks. That in itself, made Mr. Happy start to come to life. I walked up behind her and bent over her, with my groin coming into contact with her butt, and whispered in her ear, “Find anything good in there?”

“No. Not in here, but it feels like I found something better behind me” then giggled.

She straightened up, turned and gave me a kiss. “I must have worn you out there, before. Of course, you did the same for me too. I just got up about 15 minutes ago. I was hungry, and imagine you are too. So I was going to fix dinner.” she said.

“Let’s go out instead” I suggested.

“Let’s order in a pizza instead. I don’t feel like dressing and putting on makeup” she said, with a twinkle in her eye.

“I’ll do whatever you want to do Lady. But I should run home and take Buddy there, so he can eat.” I said.

“Already got that covered Doug. He eats the same brand as Dixie, so I fed them already.”

Buddy and Dixie were curled up together, in this dog bed that she has for Dixie. Those two were like best buds. To bad they were both fixed, or they too, could be enjoying each other like Sara and I just did.

Just before the 30 minutes were up, that the pizza place said the guy would be here, Sara found a blanket, and laid it down on the carpet, in front of the fireplace in her living room. She even lit the gas logs. It was still pouring out too, so this was perfect for the weather. A few minutes later, the kid arrived, and I paid him and gave him a five dollar tip.

We sat across from one another and ate pizza and drank wine. I forgot how much she enjoyed wine. Sara never drank enough to get drunk, but it made her happy, and usually, at least way back then, made her horny too.

As we ate, we talked of old times, and people we knew and what their lives turned out to be like now.