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“Brrrrrnnnggg” The sharp trill of my cell phone startled me as always. After successfully avoiding a rear end collision with the car in front of me, I swore I would break the sixth commandment if I ever learned who invented them. Caller ID wasn’t any help as it showed an out of state number.
“Steve it’s me, Brandi.”
Brandi? Talk about a blast from the past. A quick review of my mental rolodex returned a picture of five feet, eight inches, of honey blonde womanhood that made my mouth suddenly go dry. The angelic architects were having a great day when she was put together. Brandi was one fine woman.
“Uh, long time.” Very suave. The judges give it a 1.3 on the coolness meter. Let’s try again. “Great to hear from you, to what do I owe the honor?” 1.8 Geez, I’m an idiot. She always had that affect on me.
“Steve, I’m in town and thought we might have lunch.”
“Sure, when, where?”
“Today, silly. My plane got in late last night and I don’t fly out till this afternoon. I’m at the airport Marriott, room 462.”
“I can be there in less than an hour.”
“Great that will give me just enough time to pack, grab a shower, and make myself presentable.”
I did a quick trip down memory lane on the drive over. Brandi and I had been one of the elite couples in school. To quote a famous line, “It was the best of times; it was the worst of times.” Three years of bliss that all imploded the day she told me her plans didn’t involve being the wife of an insurance salesman. Her path led west to movies, and a faster, more open lifestyle than was available in a small Ohio town. Oh yeah, there was another couple involved.
Forty-eight minutes later I’m standing outside her room and I can hear water running. Naked blonde goddesses are always answering the door dripping wet in the movies, so I knock. No answer, she must not watch the same films I do. Through a maze of hallways, a quick elevator ride, and I’m back in the lobby on the house phone. No answer, so retracing my steps while grumbling the entire way, I’m back knocking on the door.
This time the door swings open and again I’m at a loss for words. There is just something about a woman fresh out of the shower. The glowing fresh scrubbed skin, slightly damp hair, the scent.
“Uh, hi, you look nice.”
Of the all time understatements ever uttered, the survey pegged it right at the top. Tailored slacks, silk blouse, a matching jacket, and leather heels that enabled her to look me square in the eye. Besides a single gold chain, wedding band, and gold watch, there was a delicate diamond nose stud, although normally not my thing, was somehow perfect on her. The lady was class with a capital “C”. She took my face in her hands and kissed me.
“Hungry?”
She was kind enough to save me from more embarrassment and inane comments, by handing me two bags and leading the way down the hallway.
“Hurry up, I’m starving, but I have to check out first.”
I enjoyed the view and motion of her shapely legs and toned ass on the way to the elevator which created some tantalizing mental fantasies. As we rode to the lobby I told her about the café at the art museum where I had made reservations. They weren’t really needed as it was generally slow during the week, but I had always been a boy scout.
“It sounds delightful. You know I am up for anything.”
It was a short drive to the café and we were there in just under twenty minutes. We ordered and over a bottle of wine we proceeded to play catch-up. I told her of being married, divorced, starting my own agency, the usual long hours, and seemingly never ending work load of clients always needing me for something. I admitted it was probably what led to my divorce and lack of current relationship prospects.
“You always had too big of heart for your own good.”
“Perhaps. How about you? Did you make in the film business?”
She told me of her husband and precious daughter, both of whom she missed terribly while away, traveling for business. She had done some acting, but spent most of her time now producing and occasionally searching for new talent. She had won some awards, but didn’t make a big deal out of her success. She concluded by saying, “I am also a MILF.”
Being clueless, I asked if I would know any of her films for which she had won awards. That elicited a chuckle.
“Not unless you were in Vegas for the AVN awards earlier this year.”
There was a twinkle in her eye and a grin that could only be described as mischievous tugging at the corners of her mouth.
“I’ve never been too good with acronyms. What are you talking about?”
“Adult Video News Awards. “MILF stands for Mothers I’d like to Fuck.
Besides producing films, I have my own website.”
Yup, definitely a faster lifestyle. Maybe we did watch the same movies.
Another kaleidoscope of fantasies ran through my head along with memories of past times with this amazing woman. Still, all I could manage was silence.
“C’mon, I have an hour or so to kill before my flight, let’s go explore the museum.”
I left money on the table to cover our meal and with her arm linked in mine we wandered into the exhibit area. Save for a group from a local grade school we pretty much had the place to ourselves. Brandi again amazed me with her knowledge. She knew a great deal about art and could discuss her likes and dislikes with solid reasoning to support her opinions. My thoughts were swirling with the dichotomy of this incredible woman. Our meandering found us in a hall with numerous marble statues devoted to celebrating the glory of the nude human form. Her back was towards me as we stood looking at a statue similar to Michelangelo’s David.
“Steve, you know what I love about you? You are so non-judgmental. When I tell most guys what I do they are either condemning me or trying to figure out a way to sleep with me. You haven’t said a word.”
I encircled my arms around her waist and pulled her close enough to softly whisper in her ear. “Brandi, we all follow our own paths in life. Our paths diverged a long time ago. Yours is a little more adventurous and faster than mine. Then and now I think you are an amazing woman and I relish our memories and this time with you. As for sleeping with you… I wanted to fuck you ever since I envisioned you in the shower when I first knocked on your door.”
I good feel her breath catch. She pressed back tighter against me and snaked her hand between us to the front of my pants. “Well, you’re as hard as this gentleman in front of us and maybe bigger. I’ve never done it in a museum before.”
Before I could reply she turned to face me and captured my lips in a deep, slow passionate kiss that transmitted the hunger we both could feel wash over us.
I slid my hands down her sides feeling the contours of her breasts as I captured her hips and lifted her off the floor. Although I could feel her arms and legs lock around me, I was far too busy nuzzling her cleavage and getting lost in the heady aroma as our excitement mounted. With my hands supporting her ass we did a slow a dance as I shuffled the few steps it took to go behind the statue and press her back against the wall.
Without words we reached a mutual agreement that dry humping wasn’t going to satisfy either one of us. Brandi kept one arm around my neck and returned her feet to the floor. With far more dexterity than I, she had my shirt and tie unbuttoned and undone with one hand. Using both hands, I wasn’t too far behind and delighted in the contrasting softness of her breasts and the hardness of her nipples as I finally succeeded in freeing them from her bra. I kissed their creaminess and alternated between gently sucking and biting their fiery tips.
As I fumbled with her slacks I could only growl in frustration, “Why’d you have to wear pants?”
“Why’d you?” was her coy reply.
I guess there’s something to be said for experience. She deftly undid my belt and pants with her right hand and then her own; the whole time keeping her left on the back of my head holding my face against her breasts.
I reluctantly freed my head and took stock of the situation. All my senses were heightened; I could hear the hum of the air conditioning and the voices of the grade school group somewhere nearby. The heady, musky aroma of our desires wafted into my nostrils and the fine beads of perspiration dancing along her forehead and between her breasts stood out in sharp relief to her smooth skin. Brandi’s early assessment was correct. I was as hard as the statue and just as strong as the marble from which it was chiseled. I felt taller than its ten foot height. It is amazing the effect a woman, a real woman can have on a man.
I lowered her slacks on my trip down as I sank to one knee. I fumbled slightly as I extracted her right foot from the puddle of material at her ankles. Cupping her ass I buried my face deeply between her legs and lost myself in the sensory overload of her intoxicating scent and wetness. A scant wisp of silk panties was the only thing concealing the silky folds of her pussy. I hooked my fingers on either side of the material riding low on her hips. For whatever reason they refuse to yield as quickly as my desire wanted. Enraged, I tore them from her body with two sharp tugs and a low guttural growl.
” Ohhhh … God … Yessssss!” was all Brandi managed as she thrust her hips against my face, her fingers entwined in my hair as she sought release to her need.
It seemed like hours, but it could only have been barely a minute before Brandi was pulling me upwards by my hair.
“Steve, I don’t want or need foreplay. Take me now!”
Not being one to argue, I spun her around and bent her over so she was supporting herself on the base of the statue.
“Give me your tie.” Her reply to my confused look was, “You know how loud I can get.”
Brandi took my tie in her mouth and I held onto the ends much like a set of reins. I positioned myself and entered her in one, long, slow, deep thrust. Good thing for my tie as Brandi starting to make mewling noises as her hips rocked back to meet my quickening strokes. We were both trembling and our breadths came I ragged gasps as our bodies were melded into one being that had a life of its own, one heart, one soul.
I could feel Brandi’s muscle convulsing around me as she neared her climax. My back was arched and my eyes were closed as I strained to reach my own orgasm. Dimly through our sex induced haze I could hear a child’s voice saying, “Miss Lee, there’s a man and woman in this room.”
My eyes popped open in time to see the young and very attractive school teacher with a look on her face that was a combination of disbelief and envy hustling a couple of her charges from the room. Not that it matter because Brandi and I were too close to stop for any reason. In the next instant we both crossed the finish line at the same time and collapsed into fits of laughter.
We dressed quickly and passed through a gauntlet of school children and Miss Lee in the hall, whose eyes we could feel on our backs as we left the museum headed for the car. Brandi made only two comments on the short drive to the airport.
“Damn, I wish I had that on film! I think Miss Lee would have liked to join us.”
We both chuckled and lost ourselves in our own versions of the fantasy. In a few moments we were in front of the terminal under the sign for flight departures. We embraced and enjoyed a deep kiss that last long enough for the others in line to grow impatient and start honking their horns. Brandi slipped her hand into my jacket pocket.
“Here’s my card, call me. I’ll be back in town in a few months, maybe we can see if Miss Lee will keep us after class!”
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