The afternoon passed in a blur.
I hadn't seen Susan a year. And it hadn't been a good year. And now, after finding her again, that lost year was disappearing. Seeing her tonight was all I had been able to think of since we had fucked in the library.
And now it was time.
I was a little early, knocking on her door at just before 8. Almost before I finished knocking Susan opened the door. She stood there dressed in a black skirt and a silk top, looking as gorgeous and edible as ever. She walked out of her door, locked it behind her and said, "I'm hungry, lets to have some dinner."
At this point I would have agreed to have a lobotomy if she had asked, so I was glad she weren't asking for anything hard. Susan took my hand with yours. I felt as if she had just started up my life again. Like one of those machines they use on TV to revive people whose heart has stopped, her hand, her smile, her scent, her very presence brought me back to life. We started walking toward The Hill, the district just off campus with lots of restaurants and little shops. There was a small Italian restaurant that we had always loved. I hadn't been there since we broke up.
I hadn't really thought about it before this very instant, but I stopped doing a lot of the things I used to love, that we used to love, when we broke up. I keep saying to myself that WE broke up. Somehow it sounded better in my head than she dumped me for Raul. So I keep saying WE broke up, like I thought it was a good idea at the time. But if I could have convinced myself of that, maybe it wouldn't have hurt so damned much for so long.
But now we were back in this little place we had loved, and the lost year was forgotten. We took a small booth in the back corner. I couldn't stand that thought of being across from her and unable to touch her and smell her and have my hand on your leg. The 4 feet that would have separated us would have been too far. So I slid in next to her.
I think it was Chanel #5. We had often played this game where I had to try to recognize the scent from her perfume. I only got it right about one time in 4, but I kept pretending I could tell the difference. They all smelled like SUSAN. And that scent was intoxicating and overpowered anything she might have put on.
So tonight I said, in my best actually had a clue voice, "You're wearing the Chanel tonight, aren't you??"
Susan smiled at this reminder of one of our old games and said "Damn, you're still good!!" Either she was teasing me or she had just forgetting that I was not really very good at guessing her perfume. Either way worked for me, I had gotten the smile I wanted. When she smiled the whole world seemed brighter. After a lost year, the world was great again.
The owner remembered us from before and stopped to chat once or twice. He didn't know what was going on under the table, which was probably good. As soon as I slid into the booth next to her my hand had been on her thigh. The waitress, Tanya, gave us menus and we ordered wine. When Tanya brought our bottle of wine, my hand was moving higher on her thigh. By time our salads came I had discovered, much to my pleasure, that Susan was not wearing any panties. After the salad plates had been cleared but before our dinners came, I slid my finger into her. In and out once then brought my hand to my mouth to savor the scent and the taste. She smiled and said, "Let me taste." She took my hand and brought my finger to her lips, sucking and licking her juices off my finger. I brushed my fingers against her nipples as my hand went back down to her lap and into her pussy. She was very wet and I slid back in easily. I turned to face her in the booth and started to finger her pussy and rub her clit. She just closed her eyes and moaned. She was enjoying the attention and starting to hump my finger when Tanya returned with our dinners.
She asked us if we were having a good evening, I started to say yes when Susan pulled my hand from her lap, my fingers wet with her juices and started to lick them, smiling at Tanya the whole time. "Yes, we are having an excellent time" Susan answered for us. At first Tanya seemed a little confused then she smiled as she served our meals. I am not sure, but it might have been deliberate that she rubbed her breasts on my arm as she reached across with Susan's seafood pasta. After we both had our dinners, she said, "You two enjoy, I hope you are having a great evening." She smiled again as she turned to return to the kitchen.
Susan and I had always nibbled off each others plate so she ate some of my lasagna and I had some of the shrimp from her pasta. It was all excellent. The food with all its tastes and textures, the scent that was rising from between Susan's thighs, the memory of our quick tryst in the library, seeing her nipples poking through the silk of her blouse, it all came together. One of those moments that will forever be remembered with love and fascination.
She even ate pretty. There was something about the way Susan held her fork, the way she sat up with perfect posture (one of the stranger benefits of growing up in an Army household), the way she chewed closing her eyes and savoring what she was eating, all of it.
Tanya came back after a few minutes to ask us if all was as we wished. Susan had a mouth full of shrimp so she just smiled and nodded her head, I looked at the waitress who seemed to be smiling even more than before and told her it was all excellent. She nodded her head as she put her hand on my shoulder, "Just let me know if there is anything I can get for you, anything at all!" I thanked her as she moved to her next table.
As we ate, my hand spent part of the time moving an excellent lasagna from plate to mouth and part of the time sliding slowly in and out of an excellent juicy pussy. We had never been fast eaters, tonight we were even slower.
Towards the end of the lasagna, as I was slowly fingering Susan's pussy, she placed her hand over mine and pushed it in to her. I started to finger her faster and deeper trying to play with her g spot, gently massage her clit and just penetrate her pussy as deep as I could, all at once with only one hand under the table. I guess I wasn't doing to badly because Susan started to cum. She gripped my arm, and whispered "Don't stop." I had no intention of stopping so that wasn't a problem. As she started to moan and dig her nails hard into my arm, Tanya showed up. I don't know if Tanya just naturally had good timing or if she had been watching us, but she arrived just as Susan hits her peak, squeezing her thighs around my hand, trapping my finger in her pussy, her pussy muscles grabbing my finger, her nails almost reaching bone on my biceps. I think Susan was enjoying it.
"Is everything coming out well?" Tanya asked with a smile.
