Tuesday night my telephone rang. It was Brenda.
"Hello."
"Mike, it's me Brenda from that special summer!"
"Well, hello Brenda. What a pleasant surprise." No surprise. I was expecting her to call. "It's good to hear from you."
"Margie tells me you visited her. I decided to call and catch up."
We chatted for about 10 minutes.
I suggested we meet for dinner.
"That's a great idea." Said Brenda.
"There's a good Italian place in South Overland Park called Rizzo's. Let's meet there for dinner Friday evening at 7."
"Great idea. I like the place. See you then."
Rizzo's was a nice place near her condo. Anticipating her call, I surfed the internet for info on Brenda including her residence. She was a college counselor at a local high school.
I showed up 15 minutes early. I was wearing a blue sport coat, white dress shirt, stripped blue and red tie, khaki pants and topsiders.
Brenda showed up 10 minutes later in a red pattern sundress. The dress went well with her moderately tanned skin. She looked good.
We sat down and started chatting. We told each other our life's story.
When we got to my late wife Brenda said "I'm sorry to hear about your wife passing from cancer. That must have been tough."
"Thanks Brenda." I replied. I appreciated her saying that.
She was into her second glass of wine when the food arrived.
Toward the end of the second glass when I said something funny, or she agreed with she touched my left forearm with her right hand.
After dinner was over and she was finishing her third glass of wine Brenda said. "Let's go to my place for a nightcap."
"Great idea." I replied.
I followed her to the condo. It was in a new luxury condo community.
She pulled into a parking stall into of her place. I parked across the lane.
Brenda waited for me at the front door. She grabbed my hand and we walked in.
Once inside she gave me the nickel tour. It was a tastefully appointed 3 bedroom 2 1/2 bath condo. The condo had a sunken living room bordered by an extensive home entertainment system and fireplace. Her bedroom had the same four poster bed where I tied her and Margie that summer long ago. Hmmm. What a coincidence.
We returned to the living room.
"Help yourself to the bar. I'm going to change into something more comfortable."
I poured myself a glass of Riesling, turned on the television and searched for a mood music channel.
"Ahem!" I heard behind me.
I turned around.
There Brenda stood naked with a huge smile. Her legs were shoulder width apart. Brenda's hands were on her hips, elbows pointing out. Her body had not changed much despite having two children. She trimmed her bush so she could wear a tiny bikini bottom. Her boobs and mid-section were tanned. She had been tanning in the buff.
I got hard.
She motioned me to her bedroom, turned around and walked towards her bed chamber.
I followed, loosening my tie and unbuttoning my shirt along the way.
By the time I got to the bedroom she was standing at the foot of the bed massaging her clit with her right hand.
"Nice all over tan" I said while disrobing.
"Thanks. A condo community tanning booth comes in handy."
As soon as my clothes were off, I walked towards her. We engaged in a tight embrace. I grabbed her butt cheeks. After 10 seconds my right hand checked out her slit. It was primed and ready.
I let her down gently on the bed angling her body to the left. Her head leaned over the bed edge.
"I presume you and Margie discussed last weekend in Phoenix."
"How did you know?" She said with a smile.
"I know these things. We're going to do something Margie and I did not do. Straighten your body on the bed and lean your head over the edge."
She complied.
I dropped my cock into her mouth and gave her a deep throat. I thrusted twice. Brenda started to gag. I pulled my cock out.
Brenda spun around and sat up breathing heavily, her legs dangling over the bed's edge.
"We did not do the deep throat last week. You can tell Margie about it."
"You butt!"
I made her forget the gagging. Lifting her by the armpits we engaged in intense French kissing. Before long Brenda started stroking my cock. I broke off the kiss, threw back the sheets and resumed our kissing.
I gradually lowered her to the bed. Once on the bed I scooted her toward the middle, her legs hanging over the edge.
Next, I began licking her slit and clit with my hands fondling her boobs. She began purring and squirming. She was ready for intense love making.
I crawled on the bed, stopping with my knees outside her boobs. Again, I grabbed her by the armpits and slid her on the bed until her head was at the headboard. Sliding down the bed I inserted my cock into her slit. The fit was tight.
We went at it hot and heavy. I came after a few thrusts. After I finished coming my cock was firm enough to keep her slit filled. My right index finger rubbed her clit. Brenda came before long.
"That was great!" exclaimed a panting Brenda. "It's been a long time coming."
"Indeed, it has." I replied.
After catching our breaths Brenda suggested we return to the living room and watch television.
Brenda put on her bikini bottom and headed to the living room. I followed her lead, putting on my underwear.
As I entered the living room Brenda asked "Can I freshen your wine? What are you drinking?"
"Reisling." I replied. I plopped my butt on the couch. Brenda handed me my wine, found a Doris Day - Rock Hudson romantic comedy on TCM and sat on the couch to my right.
We spend the next two hours drinking wine, chatting, cuddling and enjoying the movie. She insisted on filling my glass when necessary. After a few glasses she had difficulty walking across the living room to the kitchen, but she insisted on doing so. I was not one to argue.
To keep things interesting every fifteen minutes I would touch her left boob. Sometimes the nipple, sometimes the areola. She did not mind. She giggled most times.
When the movie ended Brenda said "We've had a lot to drink. Would you like to spend the night?"
