The parking lot was, as it always was, full and disorganized. Luckily, I was able to get into a very convenient spot, which assured that my wait time to leave would be minimal. As I checked to ensure that I had all my food, reading material and valuables, I heard a familiar voice, rather close to me. As I looked around it was an ex girlfriend of mine, Elizabeth.
"Hey you, I should have known you would have been here," was her greeting with a wide grin. I hugged her, as was our standard greeting, but I prolonged the squeeze to maximize the impact of her well-endowed bust.
"What do you expect? It remains as it always was," I responded as we ended our embrace. She was looking as fit as she always did and as I stared at her she knew I was assessing all the fine lines that made her so adorable. Even though she was with a few friends, she slowed her walk to engage in some light chat as we walked to the entrances.
"I am sure you are in the hospitality boxes with all your VIP friends," I joked as we got to the first entrance. "So, it is not likely I am going to see you again for today, but I should say that you look great and I hope this nice surprise sets the pace for my entire day."
"You never change, I suppose that is .... , " she started and quickly trailed off as her friend beckoned her to come along. Not wanting to be too long with me, she quickly scribbled on a bit of paper, tucked it in my pocket and ran off. It was nice watching her poetic motions as she hurried to catch her friends. My databank was instantly engaged remembering all the good times we had and the silly reasons for ending our relationship. We never made an effort to get back together. Sad, I thought.
The game was great, the action pulsating and there was a lot to cheer. I was, however, a little restless. I wanted to talk to her. It was not hard to appreciate that as soon as was possible, after the game, I as on my cell phone chatting with Elizabeth. My hour-long drive home seemed much shorter; we had been having this energetic exchange about the game, work and a range of the other subjects. I had reached home; she was home and ready to have a shower.
"Well, I cannot shower with the phone at my ear so ..," she began, when I started to laugh, which broke her sentence.
"That must be a lovely sight, if my recollection serves me right." I teased as I opened the door to my apartment. She was a picture of beauty, about five feet ten, well-toned body, about 140 lbs, with wide hips and an upright bust line.
"Don't start." she continued with an attempt at sounding serious. "You had your chance."
It had been over three years since we had been together and on many occasions I had been forced to remember the pleasure of having her body in my hands. The images were fresh in my mind.
"What are you talking about?" I asked innocently as I tried to prolong the issue.
"You are trying to get me started and honestly while I would love some passionate action, I cannot be bothered with all the baggage, so lets not go there. OK." There was a mixture of flavors in her voice, desire, anger, hope, which I was ready to respond to. I knew we had different life plans and were both in relationships, even if they were at different levels of development, but I was ready for a plunge.
"Elizabeth, I would love to come over there and wash your body, every detail, every inch. You know whatβs in my head." I eagerly, yet calmly, spouted. My head was full ideas, images and inclinations.
"Anyway, I will give you a call Mr. Hotshot, you have too much in your head." she said as the sound of water rushing into her bathtub caused her voice to fade.