It has been so long since we've seen him, she thought, as she dialed the phone to leave a message for him at his hotel. Will he still want to get together tonight? All day she fantasized about how the visit would go as she went about her daily work. It was hard to concentrate on the routine details, but at last the day ended and she could go home and prepare for the evening.
After dinner, she showered and washed her hair. The phone rang as she was stepping out of the shower. It was her cell phone since they were keeping the home line clear for an expected business call. It only rang twice and then stopped. Oh, oh. That didn't sound right at all. Quickly her husband dialed the hotel number and asked for their friend's room. As it rang, he thrust the phone at her. None too soon, as the phone was answered on the second ring.
"Hello," he said.
"Hello, love," she replied.
"Hi, I just tried to call you."
"I thought so," she responded. "It only rang twice and then the call was gone. I thought it might be you and we decided to check. Didn't want to miss you."
After some further chit chat and general catching up, she turned the conversation to the evening, letting him know that only she would be able to join him for drinks as her husband had some business to attend to that evening. The whole thing was so last minute anyway that he couldn't possibly object if he wanted to see them at all. Of course, he didn't. Secretly he had been hoping for a way to see her alone anyway. This time he wanted to let her know how desirable he felt she was. They arranged that she would pick him up at the hotel in about half an hour, giving her time to dry and arrange her hair, dress, and drive into the city from the suburb where they lived.
Somewhat nervous about meeting their friend alone, she looked plaintively at her husband. He assured her that he was not uncomfortable with her going and that she was not to worry on his account. She kissed him goodbye and promised to return in "a few hours." Smiling, he waved goodbye as he picked up the telephone to make a call. On the drive into the city, she contemplated the evening to come and wondered how she would manage to entertain their visitor alone. Arriving at the hotel, she saw him through the lobby window, reading a newspaper. She parked the car and entered the hotel, walking quickly and directly to her guest. He heard the click of her heels on the marble floor as she approached and lowered his newspaper. Laying it aside, he rose and took her in his arms for a hug and quick kiss. Then they turned and exited the hotel.
As they left the parking lot, she asked what his preference would be for drinks and whether he might like to walk in the park first. He quickly opted for the park, saying he had been cooped up indoors for several days and would really enjoy some exercise in the fresh air. She turned the car toward a nearby park where there was a walking track. They chatted as they drove along about ordinary things--the children, the pets, recent events, etc. She extended her husband's apologies again for missing his visit because of business but he told her he completely understood, wondering to himself if her husband had arranged it this way on purpose to allow them time alone together. She had been the first of the two he had met.
When they arrived at the park, she sat in the back seat and changed her high heels for walking shoes, putting her heels in the floorboard and her purse in the trunk. Pocketing the keys, she locked the car and they started toward the track. He held out his hand and she placed hers in it. Hand in hand they started to walk around the track. The surface was uneven and a tiny bit treacherous in the dark and she was glad of his steadying hand as they walked. When she missed a step because of the unevenness of the walk her breast brushed against his arm, causing a tiny thrill inside her. Did that happen because he intended it to, she wondered? As they walked, they chatted more about the events of their lives since last they had met... how the children were growing up and leaving the nest; the vacations they had taken; and the places they hoped someday to see, etc. Theirs were ordinary lives, lived so far apart and yet so similarly.
At last she was tiring and there was a bench just ahead sheltered among the trees beside the path. They decided to rest a moment there before continuing their walk. She sat down and he joined her, sliding his arm around her on the back of the bench. When she leaned back, she was surprised to find her head resting against his shoulder. He turned his head toward her just as she looked up at him and suddenly their lips met, as if by accident. His arm tightened around her and his other hand rose to her neck as their kiss was prolonged slightly. He whispered her name softly against her hair as their mouths separated and he drew her closer for a moment. Then, with a slight catch of his breath, echoed a moment later by her startled soft gasp of pleasure, he slid his free hand down to her hip and caressed her thigh through her soft knit dress. Then, as he kissed her again, deeper this time, he slid his hand inside her full skirt and stroked her silk clad thigh directly. She moaned softly as the pleasurable sensations raced through her from her thigh right on up her body and she leaned closer and he tightened his arm around her once more. Her free hand crept upward and caressed the nape of his neck now as their kiss continued. The hand inside her skirt was wandering even more now, caressing the curve of her hip and slipping inside the loose fitting silk panties she had worn. Their lips and tongues were performing a light and exciting dance as they kissed and their bodies strained to press closer to each other.
