The doctor's office had surprisingly nice carpet in the waiting room, I mean, for a doctor's office. I gave my name at the window, took a deep breath, sighed, and sat down. The burgundy overstuffed chairs were comfortable enough, at this, an uncomfortable moment for me.
"What am I doing here?" I asked myself.
Looking around, I guessed that this wasn't a typical doctor's office. Located in a converted Victorian mansion, the rugs, the paintings on the wall, the bookshelves looked to be filled with hardback novels from days long ago.
A tasteful sign on the wall asked people to silence their smart phones. I complied and looked around at the other people waiting. They were mostly women in their thirties and early forties and only a couple of young men.
I say "young" but really, I'm 55 and that makes me old. So, younger than me but not really young, I guess I should say!
All were professionally dressed and relatively affluent.
Mildly bored and certainly a bit nervous, my mind drifted back. Thirty-five or so years ago, before smart phones and before the internet, I met a girl at an ice cream shop. I'd graduated high school and was... naïve. Kate was a couple years older than me and much more mature, in many ways.
THE FIRST TIME:
At 18, I was a horny virgin. I remember watching Kate's ass as she walked from customer to customer. She liked to flirt with the old guys who came in for 25 cent unlimited coffee or tea. Sometimes she bent over in front of them and when she caught me watching, she'd wink and walk by me saying, "It's good to give the old guys a thrill!"
I guess she liked to flirt with the young guys like me, too!
Our first date brought us to the north end of Boston where we shared a cannoli and enjoyed the little shops that dot this little section of Boston. It was June but it was unseasonably hot. I'd just graduated high school and was getting ready for college. I was excited about leaving my home town and excited to be on my own for the first time in my life. It was only an hour away from home but at that age, that seemed like a long way away.
Kate had already gone to college for a year but quit. Her father, a devout and conservative religious zealot, insisted she attend a conservative Christian college in Georgia. She only lasted a year before leaving. She wouldn't tell me why.
Music played and we held hands while moving from booth to booth trying three different versions of lasagna, all were great! We ate two rounds of raw oysters on the half shell before settling down on a patch of grass with another round of cannolis as a parade ambled on by down Hanover Street.
She leaned in and slowly kissed me. The world around us stopped and went silent.
The music, the laughing children, the priests chatting with old men, the mafia bosses handing dollar bills to kids for donations, all of it ended as her lips parted slightly and my tongue met hers. The kiss wasn't one of those sloppy and aggressive kisses. It wasn't exactly shy either. It was perfect, sensual, and just what I needed. She gently placed her arms over my shoulders, and we disengaged, letting the earth began to spin again.
One of the mafia guys, bulging in his black, pin-striped suit, smiled down at me and winked and then gave another kid a five dollar bill, "Hey, that wasn't for you, Tony!!" he laughed as Tony put the bill on a money float passing by.
A little while later, Kate and I were seeing each other almost every day. Though only a year older than me, she seemed worldly and mature. She'd grown up in multiple states and even visited other countries. I hadn't even flown in a plane. I knew I was naïve and I knew I lacked experience. I worried that my lack of experience with women would be an issue for us. She seemed so experienced and so very confident. I'd dated a few girls in high school and we'd had some fun. My unfortunate experiences usually ended them getting fingered to orgasm, a kiss on my forehead, and their request to go home ... leaving me untouched and frustrated. It made me think of the Beatle's song, "Please, Please Me."
But not Kate. She planned a day for me on July 4th. She picked me up in her beat-up Chevy at 1 in the afternoon.
"Where are we going?" asking as I hopped in.
She smiled, "I packed a picnic basket and thought we'd go for a nature walk a couple of miles from here. Sound good?"
I nodded as she pulled away from the curb, the warm air blew back my long hair.
Small American flags adorned the suburban road. Little kids were lining up for a parade, waving their flags as we went by. The parade was due to start at 1:30 and we had just made it ahead of the parade route.
"Have you been to this woodland park?" she asked. I shook my head. "Well, I haven't either but I read about it in the newspaper. It's next to a prep school but the preppies are all home for the summer. Plus, everyone from town is at the parade. That leaves the whole town forest just for you and me!"
Kate held my hand and carried a picnic basket in the other. We got to a narrow spot, and she went in front of me. I liked her ass in her tight jeans as she climbed a small slope in front of me. She wasn't skinny and she wasn't fat. She was somewhere in between. Her tits were a nice B-cup handful, with sensitive pink nipples, about the size of a nickel, that poked straight out when aroused.
She found a thicket of bushes and suddenly went off trail, "I think this will do. This looks like a great spot for a picnic!"
I looked around. It didn't look like a very nice spot to me. There were bushes all around and no view of anything. In the distance, I could hear the band playing as part of the parade and wondered what we were doing here in the woods in the middle of all this shrubbery.
But, I went with it and helped lay out a blanket and helped empty the basket she'd brought.
There was some red wine, apples, cheese, and crackers. After some of the wine, cheese, and crackers, I realized why we were so secluded.
Let me say it now, I am an idiot.
We kissed. My tongue reached into her mouth as I pulled her toward me. She lifted my shirt and played with my nipples. I unbuttoned her red checked blouse and she shrugged it off quickly.
I looked around. No one in sight, surrounded by bushes, hmmm, I wonder why? Yes, I am an idiot.
Reaching around behind her back, she unclasped her bra and those gorgeous breasts just popped into view. I wanted to hold them and suck those nipples. A breeze kicked up and the pink nubs hardened, sticking out a bit further than the eraser on a pencil.
Following my eyes, she knew what I liked and pulled me to her. We kissed some more and then I floated down her body to those wonderfully soft breasts. I licked and gently sucked her puckered nipples.
Kate stripped off her jeans and quickly slipped out of her panties. I followed suit and was half naked in a moment.
There was a noise on the path. I heard someone call for "Skippy!" It was a dog on the path with their owner not far behind. I was mortified. Kate grabbed the edge of the blanket and covered up in case they looked this way. The dog came in, ran around us, and then ran out. The owner walked right by without seeing us.
"Now where were we?" she asked seductively.
