[Fredox2]

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,