“He’s a lucky man,” he finished her sentence for her. There was another pause, just a little too long for comfort.
“Do you ever still go to the Sundowner, Marge?”
She laughed nervously, “oh, not near as often as I used to, I’m afraid.” Another pause. She felt his eyes on her body— like two groping hands.
She noted the nice suit the man was wearing. This wasn’t the dumb jock from high school. This man was all grown up –sophisticated, confident, charming. . . .even more handsome.
“Well, I guess I’ll be seeing you, you can’t miss someone too long in this little town,” she added as they both laughed to break the tension.
“I hope so. Really it’s, it’s just great to see you again, Margie, you just look… amazing, but then again, you always did. You haven’t changed a bit since high school” She looked down at the ground, her face flush. When she mustered the courage to look up at his face, their eyes locked for an instant. She would swear they were both reliving the same lurid memory.
The memory of his thick black pole, relentlessly pounding her tight little pink pussy.
“Well, I need to be going,” she laughed, “it’s getting late,” they hugged as they said their goodbyes. The embrace lingered for just one extra second, her firm tits pressed into the man’s muscular chest before she broke away. “Bye, Kevin, good seeing you again.”
She turned the grocery cart and hurried away down the aisle. She felt his eyes on her butt as she walked away. At the end of the aisle she made a quick glace back behind her, but the man had vanished in the crowd.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe that just happened!” she thought. She kept a sharp lookout around every turn, as she made her way to the checkout. She didn’t want to run into him again, and face another awkward conversation. Finally she was through the busy checkout line and safely on her way to her car. She breathed a sigh of relief.
She was out in the parking lot, putting the groceries into her car when she heard the deep voice again.
“Say, uh, Margie,” he had suddenly appeared next to her car. She jumped.
“Kevin! You scared me!” Marge said. They both laughed.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said.
“I was just wondering, the Top Cat’s just around the corner, and we haven’t seen each other in ages, do you have time for one quick drink? You know, just to catch up and all?” the man smiled down at her.
Now that it was just the two of them, the tension from inside the busy store had melted away. She looked up at his handsome face. He had the same warm smile she remembered.
“Well,” Marge glanced at her watch. She was already running late. Billy would be wondering where the hell she was. She really couldn’t. She looked at the man—the lover —from her past.
“Well, maybe just one.”
—An Afternoon With Doris—
Mrs. Gaithway sat back, sprawled across the couch in her living room, the plush pillow behind her. One big leg rested over another pillow on the couch, the other straddled the padded arm rest of a high back chair, to the side. A pair of flimsy beige panties hung from one ankle. Her big thighs were well spread. The smell of wet cunt filled the air.
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