(San Francisco)
We pulled up to the RV office in South San Francisco which was located just west of the airport and the attendant took us to our parking space and hooked up our utilities. It was still fairly early so we decided to take a nap and then shower and get dressed for dinner. Some friends had told us that we shouldn't miss going to Parisi's for dinner as it was one of the best in the city so I called for reservations and luckily got a table for two at 8 pm. The office had given us a map of the city and I quickly located where the restaurant was and figured that it would be better to take the jeep and park it in a garage near Parisi's rather than taking a cab into the city so we unhooked the jeep and headed downtown.
The restaurant was near Gold Street and we found a garage about a block away and parked the jeep. The restaurant was decorated like old San Francisco with red velvet walls and brocaded furniture and converted gaslight chandeliers and looked terrific. The hostess showed us to our table and we ordered drinks. While we were drinking and talking about the dΓ©cor, etc., I noticed a couple in a booth just opposite us who were staring at us and obviously talking about us to each other for some time. After awhile, the guy stood up and came over to our table. He was very tall, about an inch or so taller than me, well built, rugged looking with dark wavy hair and had a winning smile.
"Pardon me, but my wife and I are quite sure that we met at Harold and Pat's party at their home on Long Island last summer. Are we right?"
As soon as he mentioned Harold and Pat's names, I remembered them and saw that Cory did also.
"Yes, we remember now although please forgive us but we can't remember your names."
"Roger and Alice and I believe your wife's name is Cory"
I told him that he was correct and congratulated him on a very good memory as we had only spent an hour or so with them at the party. I told him my name and, after shaking hands, he asked,
"We haven't had dinner as yet. Would you like to join us in our booth. There's plenty of room and we can catch up on old times."
Cory agreed and we moved over to the booth where he introduced us to his wife Alice, who brought back a flood of pleasant memories as soon as I looked at her and took her hand and I could see that Cory reacted the same way. She was a very attractive blonde with small but beautifully shaped breasts which were shown off perfectly in the tight fitting string dress she was wearing. Her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric and I could see that she wasn't wearing a bra. Harold and Pat had introduced us soon after we got to their party and we hit it off so well with them that we wound up having sex right after Harold and Pat moved on to see to some other arriving guests.
Their party was an orgy for about 75 couples and everyone had removed their clothing when they entered the house so we had all been nude when we met and couples were having sex all around us so we just fell into the mood of the moment and had a ball taking turns with each other for about an hour until some of Roger's friends came over during a break in our action and spirited them away. We had wanted to get together again before the night was over but the party was so large, we never even saw them again.
"Alice and I looked around for you a few hours later but couldn't find you in the mass of bodies" he told us and we told them that we looked around for them also with no luck.
"Well then, this must be a stroke of fate! Someone up there wanted us to get together again and arranged this meeting!" he stated with conviction and we had to agree.
They told us that they lived in San Francisco and had been visiting friends in New York when the invitation to the party had come in. Their friends called Harold and he told them to bring them along and that's how they wound up there. I asked where they lived and they told us that they had a condo in a high rise about ten blocks from the restaurant and asked if we would like to come back to their place after dinner to renew old acquaintances. From the eager look on Cory's face, I could see that she was all for it so I told him we'd love to. We ordered dinner and all through it, we brought up remembrances of that night at the party and were getting quite aroused from the hot conversation.
The meal was everything we had been told and the company that we unexpectedly met made dinner exceptionally good. As soon as we finished coffee, we paid the check and when we got up both Cory and I fastened our eyes on Alice's superb hips and ass as she moved out of the booth and we gave each other a look of approval. Roger started to walk over to a cab until I told him that we had our jeep parked in a garage a block away so we all walked there and followed his directions to their building and parked in the visitor's area of the building's garage.
He showed us up to a fabulous penthouse apartment on the top floor of the building with a wrap around terrace and a picture postcard view of the Golden Gate Bridge through floor to ceiling windows. Alice told us that Roger is an architect and had designed the building and wound up getting the best apartment. He brought us some after dinner cordials and, as we sipped our drinks, Cory brought up the fact that, as she remembers it, Alice was a gusher and had fed her quite of bit of juice the last time we got together. Alice smiled and blushed slightly as Roger answered,