Second Chances (MF) -- Epilogue 1 --Coming home
Second Chances (MF) -- Epilogue #1--Coming home

Brian's flight was late.  Storms had cancelled his non-stop and delayed the connecting flight for the rescheduled one-hop, so the usual 4 hour ordeal had expanded to 10, and the taxi didn't get him home until well after 1 AM.  He crashed into his bed, leaving the unpacking to wait until morning.  As it was, it was well into afternoon before he approached the task.  He rose at a leisurely pace and donned sweats and a t-shirt, passing the morning by sifting accumulated mail and sipping his coffee as he stared at piles of snow in the yard.  Had it really been only yesterday that he had been drinking his morning coffee in the sun overlooking Miami?  He sighed and unzipped his suitcase.  At first he thought there was some mistake--three plastic bags of unfamiliar underwear.  Then he saw the notes:  "Dear Brian--just something for you to remember me by.  I hope this gets you through the rest of the dark, cold winter."  That was attached to the largest bag, which contained three pairs of women's panties and a couple of thongs.  He recognized each one as belonging to Renae.  A smaller bag contained a single pair of pink panties. Its note read merely "Remember our first time..." The third contained an unfamiliar silky blue thong and a sealed envelope labelled "Save for a Special Time". He opened the larger bag and held it close to his face.  Ohh yes.  He remembered reading once how olfaction was the sense most directly connected to the pleasure centers of the brain.  Her essence was shooting straight to his core--sending automatic signals to his groin, increasing blood flow, and heightening his sensitivity.  He smiled as he thought of how she must have planned this, collecting her used panties, sneaking them into his bag somehow when he was out of the cabin.  He could never forget her -- but now to have such powerful sexual memories in his hand...  That was what she wanted, wasn't it.  He reached inside his sweats and touched his growing erection. It had been barely a day and a half since their last coupling, yet he wanted her again.  He remembered the gentle stroking of her hand, the warm, wet kisses of her lips there when she would bring him back to life for one more round.  He chose one pair and resealed the others.  These were the light blue ones she'd worn the evening they left St. Thomas.  They'd dined with Stephanie and Phil.  She was still aglow with the secret of her experimental rendezvous with Allison that afternoon, and flirted constantly with him.  "I need your dick inside me", she whispered in his ear as he tried to choose a bottle of wine.  Her hand reached out to brush his crotch when she smoothed her napkin on her lap, and she licked all too suggestively at her spoon as she savored her chocolate mousse.  Steph and Phil were far too caught up in their own new engagement to pay them much attention, though, and the couples quickly excused themselves to their own cabins after dessert.  He'd thrown her roughly onto the bed when they got back to the cabin.  His eager molestations of her had already pushed the top of her sundress to her waist, allowing her breasts to spill out.  He had kissed and licked and sucked at them while pulling the lower half of the dress up to clutch at her ass.  Then she had lain there across the bed, smiling, arms and legs open to him, watching him undress.  He'd toyed with her cotton-clad mound, then pulled these very blue bikinis over her ankles to spread her legs and bury his face in her moist pussy.  How she'd writhed and surged under his tongue!  He stroked himself more vigorously, remembering how hard he became when she cried out her pleasure, and how he had taken her, thrusting and pounding into her willing flesh until....  Oh GOD!  Sticky cum jetted out over his hand and smeared over the inside of his sweats.  He held still, as waves of orgasmic relaxation spread into his chest and belly and he breathed in her scent from the cloth held to his face.  Cum dripped down his leg, and he let it be, as a reminder of her.  He'd do laundry later anyway...but these panties in his hand...they would never be washed.  Not while they still held a trace of her in their fibers.  He put them back into the bag and laid them on his pillow.  There were still many lonely nights of winter ahead.

That night he opened the pink ones.  He laughed at their pungency, remembering the circumstances that had brought them together. Of course--she'd worked out in these, probably even slept in them the night before, fingers moving desperately inside the crotch while her roommates fucked in the adjacent bed.  He had licked the sweat from her neck and breasts when he pushed these down her ass, revealing themselves to each other for the first time.  He remembered that first shower together, and the amazing time in bed that had followed. He rubbed her scent over his face, over his chest, and wrapped the panties around his cock, remembering how deeply she'd engulfed him.  Stroking himself with the soft cotton, he edged near his climax twice, and backed away, just as she'd done to him. How they'd teased each other.  How he'd yearned to explode into her.  He closed his eyes tightly to remember just how she'd looked hovering over him at that moment.  He had gripped her hips and held her down as he throbbed inside her.  Her neck and face flushed with arousal, her soft breasts pressing into his chest.  He stroked himself with both hands until he poured out his hot seed onto the cloth.  He carefully slid the panties off, using them to wipe clean every drop of cum.  Sighing in sweet release, he wished...oh what a lovely idea! He smiled to himself and sealed the cum-soaked panties back into their bag.

The next day, after his return to work, he visited a local mall and bought a Victoria's Secret gift card in a generous amount.  "Dearest Renae-- partial repayment for the items still in my possession...until we meet again..."  He enclosed it in a large padded envelope, along with the bagged pink panties, and dropped it off for overnight shipment to her.  He visualized her reaction and began to harden again. Which pair would he savor tonight?

The next afternoon he received her text.  "Went shopping.  Thx.  NSFW pictures ahead.  xxx."  He gulped. Several pictures followed:  a silky-appearing, very sexy bra and panty set was laid out on a bed spread. Another shot of several more pairs of panties.  A nightshirt, the picture captioned "I'm not wearing this until you can take it off me!".  Still, nothing more risque than a department store ad.  "Hang on...getting a couple more of me, modelling my favorite..."  He was hard in anticipation now.  Nothing came.  Was her service out?  Three minutes...five...eight.  Was she deliberately delaying? Teasing? Should he call?  The phone buzzed.  At last!  "Sry.  Got VERY distracted..."  And there she was, standing at a full length mirror, holding her phone.  Classic selfie pose.  Smiling, beautifully topless...and wearing her own old pink cotton panties.  The crotch was dark with wetness.  Her uncovered breasts were flushed, obviously aroused.  A moment later, a close up shot--parted legs displayed the dark wet spot  that oozed from within.  Then one more--a shot looking down inside the panties, where her finger parted aroused labia.  He could see dried crusts of his own cum on the panties, and her glistening moisture adorning her pubes.  The phone buzzed again.  This time it was her voice.  "You know...you really should learn to Skype, Honey".
"I'm beginning to see why," he replied weakly. "Maybe Emily could show me."
"If you're ready to let your daughter know about us.  She will figure it out, you know..."
"She already suspects."
"Are you hard?"
"Like you wouldn't believe."
"In a safe place to do something about it?"
"My living room.  I'm alone."
"Mmm.  Take off your pants then."
"Already there..."
"Stroke it with me."
"Mmm hmm."
"I wish I had it in my mouth. I actually licked these panties. My god, Brian--they were still damp when I opened them!"
"Oh fuck, Renae..."
"Mmmm.  You've made me SO damn wet, Brian. Well you saw...I soaked them through. Ohhh... Please...can you come with me?"
"If you can hold on a minute..."
"Mmmm.  I'll try to slow down, " she panted.  "I've missed you..."
"I've missed you, too.  That was quite a surprise you planted in my luggage."
"I loved your thank you note.  Especially the one I'm wearing right now...  Did you open the Special one yet?"
"No. I'm trying to ration them."
"Maybe I need to make sure you have a regular supply."
"Maybe you should come be here with me."
"Oh Bri..."
"Oh honey...all I have to do is remember being with you, and..."
"And...?"
"I'm getting close now."
"I'll speed up."  Her panting was faster and louder.  "My finger's inside me now.  OH god I wish you were inside me!  Oh Brian.  Oh PLEASE fuck me again and again!"
"Renae.  Oh...oh...omigod...now!"  He tensed and moaned out his climax.  "Ungghh..."
"Oh Fuck...cumming...oohhhhhhhh.  Mmmm.  Oh Brian... oh...OH!"  A pause. Silence, then a loud gasp. "Oh... that was a hard one."
"Me too.  A good one."
"Hope you have something to clean up the mess with." He could practically hear the smile in her voice.
"I guess I need a cabin steward leaving me towel animals every day..."  He remembered her begging him to come on her tits, and how they laughed together as they blotted it up with that day's folded towel offering.
She giggled at the shared memory.  "So...how have you been?"
"Besides horny, you mean?" He smiled back. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you..."  He talked a little about work, but, he had to admit to her, the cache of her underwear had been the only real highlight of his week.
She answered with some chatty details about her return to school, the final semester ahead.  He loved how easy it was to talk to her. They made plans to call again that weekend, and he promised to try to figure our how to use Skype.  Being able to see her climaxing next to him in his bed again, even if on a laptop screen, was incentive enough for that!
The week dragged along.  He called his daughter, who helped him ensure that the latest version of Skype was installed on his laptop, and they made a couple of test calls, which Emily filled with mock flirtatiousness and air kisses.  He rolled his eyes at her, but didn't protest too loudly.  He hoped she'd be as amused when she finally learned that Renae was actually younger than her.
Thursday night, a FedEx envelope awaited him at his door.  It contained a card and a small, soft, tissue-wrapped package.   "Made especially for you", it read. "Save for Saturday night.  IF you can... XXX.  Renae."  He placed it at his bedside.  He undressed and decided to check out the "Special Time" baggie.

It contained a silky blue thong that he had never seen her wear.  The card read: "Dearest Brian--I'm writing this before our final night together.  I have no words that capture what this week has meant to me, how wonderful a lover you are, how fulfilled you've made me.  My pussy is dripping already as I think of you.  Tonight feels so bittersweet.  I know that you will make love to me like it's our last night on Earth, and for all we know, it may be.  Yet I'm hoping with everything in me to see you again.  As I rub my clit through the panties that are in your hand now, I want to saturate them with my love for you, so you can always have me with you.  Until next time, Lover... Your Renae.
P.S. Ooooo.  That was a GOOD one! Hope you have a good one too! xxx"
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.  The panties were no longer damp, but they were unmistakably saturated with her scent.  He imagined her cumming in them, and his cock stiffened with the knowledge that she had called his name as her clit throbbed in climax.  He remembered that last night--how she'd whispered to him that she had worn no underwear as they made their rounds of the ship--now he knew why. She'd glowed all evening, flushed with arousal even at dinner. When they returned to the cabin, he stripped her from her dress tenderly, but eagerly.  She clung to him desperately as he wriggled free of his clothing, and pulled him down to the bed.  She was wet already, and she refused any further foreplay--'This whole evening has been foreplay, Brian'--and begged to be filled. Oh and how he had filled her, again and again, as she convulsed beneath him.  She nursed his cock back to hardness a second time afterward, and rode over him, wrapping him in herself. He breathed her aroma deeply, sucked at the fabric for a taste of her.  He wanted to be fully with her, fully inside her again.  He rubbed his hard cock against a pillow, yearning to feel her body against his.  He rolled to his back, as always, and stroked himself, closing his eyes to remember her breasts, her face, her hair hanging over him.  She had looked into his eyes as he fucked her that night, and when his climax finally overtook him, she radiated pure delight over what she had done, what she was doing even now. His cock throbbed in his hand and cum once again anointed his belly.  He couldn't keep doing this.  They had to find a way to be together again--soon.