"This was an odd email,” thought Luke. “The PR gal from his previous company? What could she possibly want?”
“Hi Luke, I hope that everything is going well with your new company. Mr. President! Your own agency! Manhattan! Wow. We knew that you were destined for greatness here and we’re all sorry we couldn’t hold onto you. And by the way, see below for someone who is trying to reach you. Let me know if I can send her your new email address.”
Bye, Cindy.
In the unique reverse chronology of email replies and forwarding, Luke read the chain of events that led to this email from Cindy, backward from his former secretary, his old boss, and from a marketing assistant.
Like an archaeological ruin, the bottommost layer of the email was the earliest:
“Dear Sirs: I am hoping to contact an old friend of mine, Mr. Luke Charles. If possible, could you please forward me his email address? If there are privacy concerns, perhaps you could forward this email to him and let him decide if I can have his email address. Thank you.”
Sincerely,
Mandy O’Brien.
Luke sunk back in his leather chair. My god. Mandy O’Brien. Good god.
Without thinking, Luke replied with his consent. He sat for a few minutes and then he turned to back to his work.
After a day of meetings, Luke returned to his email. He hadn't forgotten about Mandy, but he couldn’t imagine that his email could scoot through the process so quickly. But there it was. An email from Mandy.
“Hi Luke. Do you remember me from 20 years ago? How are you?”
Mandy O’Brien
Did he remember Mandy? How could he forget. Now he allowed himself the luxury of full blown reminiscence. Mandy was his first mature love. He’d had his share of girls in high school and as an undergraduate, but Mandy was his first woman. He had been twenty, and Mandy only twenty-one, but she had the womanly figure, grace, and presence that his prior girlfriends had not yet developed. They met while they were both working summer jobs at Macys at the mall. Luke was smitten and pulled out all stops to date Mandy. He won her over, actually overwhelmed her with his self effacing persistence, and over the course of that summer, they had fallen in love. He remembered how hard he had fallen for this woman, and knew that he had never loved anyone as much. They had had a special kind of connection, one that transcended sex and physical attraction. The love that Luke had felt was of a much deeper level
He also remembered Mandy’s beauty. She was a tan and taut 5 feet 9, with long, shapely legs strong from years of dance. Her breasts were firm, succulent, and seemed to want to burst through her skin. Her flaxen hair adorned her beautiful face like a lion’s mane. Her eyes were wonderfully sexy and green, alternately flashing with laughter or smoldering with desire.
But, what he most remembered about Mandy was their lovemaking. Mandy was, without question, the most responsive and orgasmic woman with whom he had ever been. Luke recalled the times at her house, in the loft above the living room, and the times at his house, in his own bed. It would always start with their special kiss. Luke would hold her face between her cheeks, kiss her slowly, sucking her breath right out of her. She would grab his ass and pull him closer, and bite on his lower lip. This was their signal, no matter where they were, that they wanted to, needed to, be making love as soon as possible.
When they found privacy, Luke would kiss her face and neck, her shoulders and ears, covering her trembling flesh with kisses. As he explored her wonderful body, he used his mouth, his lips, his teeth and his fingers to caress, touch, probe, and tease her, until she was at the brink of coming.
There were times when, blouse unbuttoned completely, and bra undone, that Mandy would have an orgasm just from Luke’s light touch and soft kisses on her exposed breasts and erect nipples.
By the time he knelt between her legs, Mandy would be wet and open for him. He would make every effort to continue to tease her, but his own desire would win out, and he would attack her pussy and clit as though he were a ravenous animal. As soon as he surrounded her clit with his soft and full lips, Mandy would start coming, arching her back to press her pussy into his face. She would hold his head, running her fingers through his hair while she squirmed and gasped under him. Then she would draw her hands to her mouth, while her arms grazed her breasts. Her nipples were hard buttons reaching to the ceiling and her mouth was open in a silent scream. As she was coming from his soft mouth, he would insert first one and then two fingers into her pussy, making her climax so hard that she would rock back and forth, moaning constantly in one continuous orgasm.