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Subject: {ASSM} Remembrance of Things Present {Anoninsac} (MF rom con cheat)
Date: Fri, 14 Feb 2003 22:10:03 -0500
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WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual
activity between men and women. If you are too young
to read about sex please do not read this.




           Remembrance of Things Present

Kevin met her at a small strip mall halfway between
their houses. He pulled up next to her car, waved and
pulled away. Sydney started her car and followed his
down the parkway, over the highway and into the
parking lot of the hotel. He ran to the office,
returning a few minutes later with a room key. She got
out of her car and followed him to the room. They
walked hand in hand, almost dancing along, smiling and
laughing like they had thirty years before.  He pulled
the drapes closed and turned on one light to softly
illumine the room. It was a nice room with a king bed
dominating it. But they didn't notice. They had waited
too long to notice their surroundings. They only saw
each other.

She stood at the foot of the bed with an expectant
look on her face. Without a word he moved to her. They
stood inches apart waiting, gazing into each other's
eyes as their bodies trembled in anticipation. They
had waited since high school for this.  Kevin reached
for her and she came into his arms. Their lips met and
melded into a passionate kiss, packing years of
waiting into one long kiss.

                                                      
              *****

He was a senior and she a freshman. But Sydney wasn't
a typical freshman. She was maturing early; no bony
lines and little girl looks. Her body was rounded and
full, her face mature beyond her years and she didn't
act like a little girl. She was a woman, a young
woman, but a woman none the less.

They met in drama class. Soon they were talking. Then
they were hanging around together. Then they were
hanging around each other's house after school. Then
they were kissing. Sydney liked to press up against
him as they kissed, feeling his hard cock through his
tight jeans. It was exhilarating to know she was
making him that way. She accused him of poking her in
the belly which caused him no little embarrassment.
But he could no more stop the effect she had on him
then he could have stopped breathing. One day, in the
small alcove between her house and the garage he had
put his hand into her tight jeans, running his finger
along her wet pussy. Then the sound of a door opening
had sent them scrambling to make clothing adjustments
and separate in the small space. No one came but it
dispelled the moment.

Sydney's sister, a senior, was jealous that Sydney had
a senior boyfriend and was soon lobbying their parents
against the relationship. It forced Kevin and Sydney
apart. Soon after, he graduated and enlisted in the
Air Force to avoid the draft.

The last time he saw her was a short leave he had
after training and before first assignment. They spent
the day at an amusement park. It was glorious fun. He
brought her a dozen red roses, her first flowers from
a man. He left for his assignment. His parents moved
away from the hometown and he lost all track of people
he had known. She grew up and met a man and married.
He traveled the world and met a woman and married. The
past receded into the fog of memory. She kept the
roses pressed in a book. Occasionally she would open
the book and see the faded red roses and wonder.
Occasionally he would remember the wild passion, the
terrible power of the emotions he felt when he held
Sydney in his arms. The mists of time obscured the
rest.

                                                      
                        *****

In the years that had had passed Al Gore had invented
the Internet. She found his name. And they found that
they lived only a few miles away from each other. And
it all came flooding back, the emotions, the chances
lost, the desires. Like moths drawn to an irresistible
flame they found each other.

They agreed to meet at a hotel. 

It had never really disappeared. It was all there just
as it had been on those afternoons in the garage,
holding each other tightly. Like that last day
together laughing, exhilarated with spending a day in
each other's life. All of that they tried to say in
that first kiss.

"You're doing it again," she said as their lips
parted.

Confused, "What?"

"Poking me in the belly with your cock," she said with
laughter in her voice.

Acting scandalized he responded, "Sydney, shocked. Yes
I'm shocked at your language. You never would have
said that before."

She put her hand to his face pulling him back for
another kiss as she said, "I've turned into a dirty
old woman. A horney woman," as their lips met again.

He turned to the bed pulling her with him. She stopped
him as he tried to lie on the bed. "I want you naked,"
she said.

He felt the butterflies in his stomach the same time
as the hormones poured from his glands. The
combination made his body feel like he was connected
to an open electric current. The hair on his arms
stood up. "Yes," was all he could answer.

She reached for the top button on his shirt. He
started with the bottom. He threw off his shirt as
Sydney reached for his pants. They followed quickly
and his sandals followed his pants. 

Sydney stepped back looking at his cock standing
proudly. She wrapped her hand around it as she said,
"I always knew it had to big to feel it through your
jeans like that."

"Compliments will get you everywhere," he said with a
smile. He pulled her to him kissing her deeply. He
pulled back and reached for her blouse. She quickly
joined in as her clothes followed his to pile up on
the floor. She straightened after pushing her panties
off, watching to see if he would like her. She was now
a forty something woman and no longer sure of her
desirableness. Men's heads no longer turned as she
walked past. He gave her a wolf whistle bringing a
smile to her face. His eyes fastened to her Mons. It
was bare. 

"Do you like?" she asked.

"I love," he said. "I can't wait to see if it affects
the taste. I've always liked hair pie. Now I get to
see if I like bare pie."

Her eyes widened a little. Then she smiled, "Well, why
don't you find out."

He took her hand and they climbed onto the bed. She
lay back, her silky white skin in stark contrast to
the dark blue of the duvet. He lay next to her kissing
her lips, face and cheeks before venturing south
toward her abundant hills. His lips trailed around her
breasts, teasing her before they found her crinkled
nipple already hard in anticipation. She gasped as he
sucked it into his mouth laving and lapping with his
tongue. He moved to her other nipple repeating his
ministrations. Her hands found his neck and held him
against her breast. He sucked and licked back and
forth between the two.

Leaving her tits Kevin slowly kissed lower across her
belly taking time to kiss and tickle her belly button.
She giggled from the sensations.  Moving lower his
tongue trailed across her bare Mons reaching the top
of her pussy. The feel of his tongue on her bare pussy
excited him. It was so different. He pushed her legs
apart as he settled between them. Her pussy flowered
open, the lips spreading apart to reveal the deeper
red of her depths. Her clitoris stood out from the top
of her pussy already enlarged. His tongue circled it,
never touching it directly but always right next to
it, teasing it, pushing her labia against it. She was
redolent with the aroma of her arousal, an aphrodisiac
to him. His cock swelled even more with the
anticipation of entering her. Sydney's hips were
pushing up, trying to force his teasing tongue onto
her clitoris. He pushed it into her pussy burying it
deeply up her before pulling it out and lapping across
her clitoris. She shuddered from the contact and
mewled in her throat. His tongue danced around her
clitoris now, licking and massaging it. He sucked it
into his mouth, his lips massaging the base as his
tongue fluttered over the tip. Sydney stiffened from
the assault of the sensations. He was fucking her with
his mouth and she was climbing toward a climax. His
face was becoming soaked with her juices as she pushed
her pussy against his face.

Kevin could feel her climax building; she was close,
but not too close. He thought of finishing her this
way but it had been so long. He wanted to feel her
come around his cock. He wanted to be buried in her as
she climaxed, to feel her close to him holding her in
his arms as he gave her that. He released her clitoris
and rose over her. Her eyes flew open at the cessation
of the pleasure. She saw him rising up over her and
throwing her arms around his neck said, "Fuck me.
Please, fuck me." He did.

Their bodies melded together as his cock slid into her
pussy. She felt full as his body ground against hers.
He started a slow languid fuck letting their passion
build. Gradually his pace quickened as each stroke
became longer and harder. Sydney felt her climax
approaching. Kevin felt it too and her pounded into
her. At the bottom of each stroke he slid his hips in
a quick circle adding just a little more sensation on
her clitoris. The climax erupted in her body the
quakes spreading out from her center and cascading
across her body. She moaned and shivered as wave after
wave of pleasure blasted through her body. Kevin
fucked her through her climax and as it ebbed he
slowed coming to rest fully in her. They rocked
together as Sydney ran her hands over his chest
tangling her fingers in his chest hair.

"Did you come?' she asked.

"No."

Her eyes opened a little more. "Are you going to?"

"Yes."

"When?" she asked.

"Now," he said as he resumed fucking her. She moaned
from the renewed sensations of his body moving in
hers.  He pulled her to him kissing her as he lanced
deeply into her. Their bodies crashed together as he
sought his climax. Sydney felt her second climax
rising. He was moaning, making incoherent noises as he
slammed into her. As her second climax crashed into
her she heard him moan and shudder above her and she
knew he was emptying himself into her. Her climax
crested as she gloried in that. She had given him that
pleasure. 

They collapsed together, sweat covering their bodies,
completely spent from the intensity of their coupling.
Kevin rolled to his side, pulling her with him so that
he stayed inside her. They kissed once. His hand
softly caressed her arm. Her hand softly caressed his
chest.

"We could have been doing this for thirty years," she
said.

"No we couldn't," he said.

"Why not?" she asked.

"Because it would have killed me," he said a smile
playing across his face.

"What a way to go," she said.

They rested for a while, no words necessary in the
afterglow they enjoyed. Then Sydney asked, "What now?"

Kevin paused knowing the question wasn't one question.
It was a conversation. He didn't know the answer. Up
till this point he had been driven by the past. He lay
remembering the passion of the teenager. The e-mail
from Sydney had brought all those feelings to the
present. The past was alive again in his thoughts and
he was back at the time in his life when he seemed
overwhelmed by those feelings.

He had been reliving his lost years, fleeing from
middle age, a receding hairline and an expanding
waistline. With Sydney, he was eighteen again,
carefree and careless. He looked at Sydney feeling
suddenly adrift. The passion had been sated and in its
satiation it had receded. Other thoughts came forward.
He looked at her naked body. It was the first woman he
had seen naked in the flesh other than his wife since
his marriage. Oh sure, he'd looked at Playboy and even
browsed the Internet looking at naked women. But this
one was real. Her skin was touching his. And she
wasn't his wife. 

His wife. The word thundered in his mind. He felt
queasy. He noticed many little things. His cock was
feeling sticky with their cum. He'd have to wash that
so carefully. He could vividly smell woman. Oh no, how
could he get it all out? The panic rose in his chest.
He looked at Sydney. What was she thinking about this?
Could she tell what he was thinking?

Sydney noticed the change in his face. His face
changed from peaceful and sated to, what? What was he
thinking? Then she knew, he was panicking. And as she
knew, she knew why. Like an avalanche crashing into a
valley crushing all before it, her mind was flooded by
two emotions, disgust and disbelief. Twenty-five
years. The thought blazed in her mind, I've been
married twenty-five years and I just cheated on my
husband. She understood the panic on his face. She was
sure her own face mirrored it. She looked at him and
accusation stared back.

Their arms and legs were still intertwined but they
were suddenly stiff and cold as if the life had
drained out of them. Neither wanted to touch the other
but they couldn't insult the person they just had sex
with by pulling back. Caught like deer in the
headlights they looked into the glare of guilt coming
from each other's soul. 

Their minds were filled with the remembrance of things
present in their lives. And remembrance of the value
of those things. And the remembrance of the meaning of
those things. Both asked themselves silently, what
will happen now? It was a question they could have
asked themselves a month ago, but didn't. It was a
question neither could answer now.




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