Now my memory of her younger breast in my younger hand, brief as it was, may have been the subject of many masturbations, but the feel of her grown-up but still firm breasts in my much more experienced hands while being 69 tortured for so long finally produced the most mind-blowing climax of my life, and it was about 1 second before hers.
I’d like to say we made love all night. I would love to say we ran away together. But alas…..
The next time I saw her was two days later when she drove me to the train, and I received a chaste hug and kiss as we parted. I started to say something but she put her finger on my lips. “You said you would stop if I said ‘No'” she said, “and this is ‘No’.”
The second time we met was after my divorce, when I took my new wife-to-be to England to meet my family, and a third time was at a birthday party Pauline organized for me on the same trip. A trip to England on my own to visit Mum for a week saw us have dinner again, but her third husband was too sick to join us, and he died not too long after. Our last meeting was at my mother’s funeral.
Each time, a chaste hug and kiss. No mention of that one night, now over 30 years ago. And this – now much older – man still has a crush on her. And memories.