Blast from the Past
 

I don't generally care for social media, but it sure has made it easy to reconnect with women form the past.

There is a young lady was around in my life for a very short period of time, but was pretty much unforgettable. I have from time to time been curious about her and a few years ago found someone with the same rather unique first name and last name on FB. I sent a message asking if it was her, and didn't hear back for quite a while. A few month ago I received a message from her confirming that it was indeed her, and that she remembered me.

First a bit of background. I knew her a very long time ago: I'm 67 now and was 16 when I knew her. She is a year younger than I am. IT turns out that she has lived for much of her adult life many states away from where I grew up and relatively near a city I use to live in. She's been widowed for several years. In the course of that brief exchange of messages we did not talk directly about our long ago relationship since it lasted all of perhaps six weeks. I told her I was surprised that he remembered me at all, and she just said she remembered quite well. In closing the messages, I mentioned that I do get back that way from time to time and perhaps we could grab a cup of coffee and catch up, next time. She said she would really enjoy that. I'll be back there in about 4 weeks and just exchanged messages arranging to have a late lunch.

I have no idea whether that lunch will come to more, but I am hopeful. Here's why: in the last exchange of messages, I suggested that we meet somewhere convenient to her for lunch or dinner. She asked where I was staying and then said, "Why not just meet at your hotel and then we can drive together ?" I replied, "OK. Funny the last time I saw you we had driven somewhere in my dad's great big '61 Oldsmobile. I'll try to rent something a bit more modern." Her response was, "Wow, you really have a good memory," to which I replied, "Well, it would be hard to forget the details of those few dates we went on, at least for me." She asked why and I responded, "Because I was 16 and you represented a couple of first for me. Those are the kind of things that a man not only remembers, they come to mind often."

She replied by saying, "What do you remember?" Now, all things considered I did not, and still don't know whether that was because she didn't remember or whether she wondered if I remembered clearly, In any case, with nothing to lose, I wrote this: "In great detail I remember sitting in the front seat of that car and you telling me about a guy you had met who you made out with. And you said, 'Since you're going to be my boyfriend you can do what he did'. I put my hand was on your knee and you said, "You can go farther." I would move my hand up a little and you repeated that until I was right at the top of your leg and you said 'You can touch me'

I moved my hand up and felt your pussy through that panty girdle you were wearing."

Now, I thought there was some chance at that point that she would be offended or otherwise end the conversation but almost instantly she sent a message saying, " LOL Those things were awful. We didn't need them but we thought ti was so sophisticated because the would hold up stockings." And then, "You do have a good memory."

I wrote, "I also remember that you said to me, 'He lit me", and I didn't know what you meant. You said to me, "He put his finger in me." I remember struggling to get under the edge of the leg of that panty girdle and you said, "Put your hand under here," and lifted the top edge of it and pulled it down. It was the most exciting thing in my life to that point."

She typed back, "I don't remember ever having done that first with someone else. I always thought you were the first boy that felt me up and fingered me, but I kind of remember saying something like that to get you to try.."

I responded, "Well, you were my first: first bare pussy I ever felt and the first girl I fingered. Like I said, you not only don't forget that you remember the details. And honestly it comes to mind often."

She replied, "I'm flattered."

I responded, "Flattered is not what I ate experiencing as I write this. That memory always has an effect on me."

She typed this: "I really am looking forward to meeting you again. I have something to do now and it sounds like you do too."

It's always possible that I will find her really annoying and completely unrelatable, and she could could easily experience the same thing, so it may just be an uncomfortable lunch. I really hope, however, to at least relive that moment from 50 years ago. well see,

Well
 

She sounds "ready to go" to me. If you still have chemistry and are not married, I don't see how you won't get laid. Older women know what they want.

Could be. The thing is, I really know nothing about her, other than that when I was 16 she got my attention, but a 16 year old boy is an unreasonable creature: he get's excited by a stiff breeze.

We'll see. I've enjoyed finding old girl friends from my past, and have fucked a surprising number of them -and in some cases continue to fuck them. I wouldn't mind adding another.

Fredox, you do have an interesting set of experiences. I found my first gf, from a very young age, online. Chatted a bit, wound up going to her area on business, had dinner, talked for a while, a goodby hug and kiss evolved into sucking/eating & fucking. Visited her a couple more times over the next year, before she got into serious relationship. Not quite the beauty she was 50 years before, but really liked to fuck. Especialky she like to ride me and was very easily orgasmic.

From the other perspective
 

Interesting.

My wife is a professional and has an established web presence associated with her career. Nobody would know her from that web presence, but if you knew her name and made a couple of educated guesses you could find her on the web.

And, indeed, apparently men she went to high school do. Occasionally she will mention that guys she went to high school keep Googling her and then contacting her to try to get her to join social media. (She claims to have no social media accounts and, as far as I know, that is correct.) She says she never remembers any of these guys, which leads me to believe they are contacting her to see if they can knock a piece off the easy girl in high school that they never had a chance to get with back in the day.

I'm a little more than a week from going back to the town where Jana lives, and so wanted to make a definite arrangement to meet her. In our original exchange and in the subsequent set of messages, the only thing we had discussed doing was meeting for lunch. In our last exchange, related above, we did have a discussion about our teenage groping, but asI mentioned previously, I have absolutely no idea what, if anything will happen when we meet for lunch, or for that matter whether, having once again met her I will be interested in what I find.

This evening I texted her to discuss a date and time. After a bit of chat about the weather, etc, and having asked what day would work well for her, I asked her whether there was some place she would like to go for lunch. With the squared away, I observed, honestly, that meeting had the potential to be awkward since we really don't know each other at all.
She then asked why I wanted to meet her again. the conversation that ensued:

"Curiosity, I guess. And as I mentioned before you were indeed a couple of first for me, and at least in my case, those things never really leave you."

"So what are you curious about?

"I really don't know. I seem to enjoy reconnecting why my past."

"Reconnecting or reliving?"

"Depends. In all honesty, I do have this fantasy that I suppose amounts to reliving that part of my past."

"Does that mean that you're hoping to have sex with me?"

"Well, again to be honest, I don't know. You do know that it is just possible that each of us will find the other very unattractive. But I hope that's not the case. But what are you expecting?

"First you have to answer my question directly. Tell me what you want to have happen."

"If I'm direct you'll probably disconnect from this text."

"I won't. Tell me."

"OK. So yes, I would love to relive the past. I would like to run my hand up under your skirt to your pussy and then finger fuck you."

(There was a delay with no answer and I texted, "You still there or have I managed to offend you?")

"No, I'm not offended, I'm breathless."

"Jana, you asked. I hope when we get together for lunch, we both are excited by the idea. But being breathless doesn't mean you actually want to do it, I suppose."

"Well, we'll see. I'm not really sure how it will work out, but I can tell you this: when we get together I hope you try to feel me up and finger me again. That doesn't mean I'll let you. I don't know, but I can't imagine that I would not enjoy turning back the clock."

"I have to warn you, when I was 16 fingering you was more than I had hoped for. I have a little higher hopes these days."

"Does that mean you want more? Tell me what you want?

"You asked. I hope you'll suck my cock and let me come in your mouth. And then after a little recovery I hope you let me fuck you."

"We'll see, but I'd say your chances are pretty good."

There was more, but all in all, you get the picture. But again, I just have no idea whether she will be easy and fun or intolerable and depressing. So far she sounds tentatively sexy. I hope to will all be fun. We'll see.

Looking forward to seeing how this all works out

Believe me, so am I!!

Fun story.

I reconnected with my first GF through FB. We had been connected a few years when my wife and I started swinging.

One day out of the blue I sent her a note. She lives in FL and I was in MA at the time. I don't recall the exact conversation or how it started but it ended up with me asking if they were swingers.

BINGO! they were......want me to keep going?

I just found out last night that she in fact has had a Twitter account since January. Hmmmm....wonder what else I don't know.

Well, I did finally get down to see Jana. Interesting to say the least.

In spite of some slightly provocative conversation I was not entirely sure where the limits of discretion were, since I considered it likely that she was more forward texting than she would be in person. That was more or less true.

We arranged to have lunch together, met at the restaurant, and spent a pleasant hour or more just chatting. In reality we have virtually nothing in common and very few experiences in common, since our "dating" back in high school lasted something a few weeks and is only notable at all me because hers was the first bare pussy I touched and she was the first girl I fingered. Having quite literally not seen her more than perhaps six times in my life, and those 50 years ago it was more or less like meeting a stranger.

It was only when lunch was finished and I has asked for a cup of coffee that I brought up the giant elephant in the room. I tried to be as oblique as I could while still leaving no room for doubt about what I wanted.

"Well, I'm glad we've had the chance to get to know each other. One doesn't forget sexual firsts, and I've always remembered you and wondered what became of you. You ever think about those days?"

She was quiet for a minute and then said, "Of course. Like you said, you don't forget firsts. And being young was exciting and fun, and it seems like the older I get, the more I enjoy reminiscing in my own head about being young. Don't you think so?"

"I do. Maybe men approach this a little differently than women, but at least for me, nothing makes masturbating more exciting for me than remembering the excitement of the times when sex was new. I have always loved jacking off thinking about the slow progress from the edge of your skirt to fingering your pussy.

We've talked about this so you already know where I'm going, Jana, but right now I'd like to leave here and continue this conversation where we can do more than just talk about it. How about riding back to my hotel?"

When we got to my rental car, I opened the door for her, and as she sat down, and before she swung her legs inside, I put my hand on her knee and asked, "Can I feel your pussy?" She took my hand and slid it all the way up. If we had not been fairly visible I would have pursued that more, but at least it left no question where this was headed.

Back at the hotel, we more or less reenacted our time in my dad's '61 Olds, and when i asked her what she though would have happened if she hadn't moved away, she unzipped me and unfastened my belt, reached in and took out my cock and started stroking. As she did so she said, "I think I would have given you a lot of hand jobs. And after a while I would have done this", as she lowered her head and took me in her mouth."

In all I was in town for about 24 hours. She sucked me off and we fucked several times. Her parting words were, "I'd almost forgotten how much I like sex. Next time you're in town, leave time to come over and do this again!"

Great job Fredox. Only wish you had gone into a more detail, as you have a good narrative style for describing your adventures.

Karl, the truth is that the anticipation was better than the sex. She wasn't bad -I've never had a bad blow job or fuck- but I suspect the the anticipation was, at least for me, the whole game.Once I had her, she wasn't all that interesting.

She was certainly enthusiastic in her way, but it didn't really click as well as it could have. Perhaps it will improve. The city where I used to live is only an hour or so away from her, and I do go back often for business reasons. I'm sure I'll fuck her again, and perhaps it will improve.

Fredox,
Obviously a lot of differences between touching a firm, tight teenaged girl for the first time, especially when you hardly know what you are doing yourself, and fucking a 65 year old woman. The visuals can hardly have improved.

Apparently she at least liked what you did all those years ago, although I can't recally many of my teenaged partners being orgasmic, and now it's pretty much normal for ladies to be comfortably orgasmic, if not multiple orgasmic.

Indeed, I can still recall the first two women I was with who were orgasmic. One I was fingering in school, with those damn "elastic girdles" on, who got to feeling "strange". I though she was getting sick and we stopped briefly. Afterwards we resumed and she began breathing hard, tensing up and saying "don't stop, don't stop" and then got very noticeably wetter and suddenly relaxed and had a big smile. We did the parking, petting, fingering thing a lot, and she gave more than the occasional hand job/blow job, but was "saving it" so we never fucked, but she had a lot of orgasms on my fingers.

The other, a few years later, who was the first woman I had fucked who really seemed to like it. She was a screamer, which was a pleasant surprise, and very multiorgasmic, which was a vert, very big pleasant surprise. She taught me that if I could hold off cumming just how orgasmic, and vocal, a woman could be. I've had several really good partners over the years (and a few colder ones who are still nice memories), but I've never had better.

I'd love to meet up with both of them again, but sadly have not found them, despite google searches of their names. Damn ladies change their names when they get married.