I couldn't shake the dream. The usual dream. The dream in which the woman had no face and then all I saw were her thighs on each side of my head as she lowered herself to my mouth. The taste, the smell, the sounds she made as I took my pleasure had been waking me for nearly a month now sending me racing to the bathroom, grabbing some Kleenex, and shooting my load so powerfully that I nearly collapsed. If only I could see her face in the dream but it eluded me. Was it her? I couldn't know.
The first time I went down on a girl we were eighteen year old high school seniors on the couch at her parent's house with her parent's out for the night. She wasn't ready for sex she kept telling me and, truth be told, neither was I but that didn't stop us from "fooling around". We'd had hands up shirts and down pants finally getting to the point where the only clothes we kept on were our underwear as we dry humped against each other. It frustrated us both until she suggested trying something she'd read about in that month's issue of Cosmo. It involved my mouth going "down there". I could tell she was hesitant to bring it up initially and when I pressed her about why she confessed that she'd always been told something like that was dirty and unclean. I pressed further and she finally confessed that despite what she'd been told that yes it did excite her thinking about it. And so gone were her panties as we dry humped and when she felt ready I knelt down on the floor, opened her legs throwing one over my shoulder, and I lowered my face.
I thought I was going to pass out. The smell was like nothing I'd ever experienced. A mixture of exotic spices from lands I'd never before visited and when I got my first taste of the salty and sweet I came in my boxers though I kept going. I wasn't sure what I was doing, going on instinct alone, but it seemed to be working fine. As her back suddenly arched off the couch I looked up to see her with an expression on her face that was pure pleasure and one I wanted to see again. Needless to say we were both hooked and over the next few months we'd find any place we could to be alone so that I could please her and also take my pleasure for I still found it the most intoxicating thing I'd ever done. I also got better and better at it as she grew more comfortable in the act, in realizing the pleasure it gave to us both, and with her telling me what felt good, what didn't, and what she wanted more of. As so often happens at that age we didn't last but my love of performing oral did.
It was in college that I met Carrie, the woman I suspect of haunting my dreams, and I was immediately smitten but sadly I was also already taken. I walked the line...flirting heavily and even picturing her when with my girlfriend for they both had the same beautiful red hair so it was easy for me to do. We eventually lost touch, I married and divorced the girlfriend, and life went on though I never quit wondering about her. Twenty years passed and, while I'd dated and had some serious relationships, I'd not married again.
It's now mid-April and my school district has agreed to send me to a conference out of town. Three days of no students, no grading papers, no lesson plans but for those for the substitute, sounds like a vacation to me interrupted only by my attendance at a few talks each day at which I might learn something. Heaven. I arrive the evening before knowing that, with as many people as will be coming, things are likely to be crazy tomorrow. Checking in is a breeze, I swing up to my room to put away my clothes, and, tired from the drive, I order dinner in my room. Sleep comes easily on a luxurious king-sized bed and, for the first night in a long while, I have no dreams that I recall in the morning.
I'm at conference registration early again to beat the crowds and I'm off to my first session of the day. When the side doors open and the panelists walk out I'm left speechless. She's there on stage taking a seat. Sitting at the back of the room in case I want to cut out early, which now seems unlikely, I move up to the third row. Her last name is different but it's her and she's not aged a bit. I also glance and don't see a wedding ring. The panel is scheduled for an hour and it takes about half that time for her to spot me. I see her eyes scanning the crowd and they move to me and past and then jerk back. I can see the recognition on her but but I can also tell that she can't place me and then I watch as it hits her who I am and she gives me a smile. That same bright smile that caused my heart to flutter when directed at me. I wait around after the panel wraps up and she's soon at my side.
"We have a lot of catching up to do," she says adding, "are you hungry?"
It's quite the loaded question after the dream I've been having but I answer with a simple, "Yes."
"The hotel's restaurant okay with you?" I ask and then add, "How many more panels are you on today?"
"That was my only one though there are a couple I'd like to see before heading home tomorrow," she responds as we are seated.
"Home to the husband and kids?" I ask trying to be subtle and casual.
