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!"
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