FabSwingers.com forum: An old friend

By (user no longer on site) OP
31 weeks ago

It had always been there, the silent yet tangible something, that entanglement of energies latent with possibility.

So when she entered the pub exactly on time, looking resplendent with her platinum bobbed hair, orange raincoat opened to show a partly buttoned, tightly checked blue shirt covering her tall, tanned body my side of that energy rose at the same moment I did to greet her with a warm hug. Holding her slim waist to me a moment, smelling her oud perfume as I squeezed her like a friend might. A friend.

She sat close, not opposite but beside. A signal maybe.

It was been a year since we last saw eachother and then it had been slightly stilted, not the energy already present tonight.

Things repaired within moments by tacit agreement it seemed.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
31 weeks ago

Wine was ordered, a bottle of red, which turned out to be smooth, warming, rich. The conversation flowed with the grape, undulating over the twists and turns of the updates, news and reports. Swirling in eddies and twists as we stopped to consider details and gossip, before heading towards the open delta that led to our never spoken of flirtations.

It was here that the river dried to a trickle so often before, unable to reach the waters beyond.

I decided I would aid the flow with more direct questions, those forgotten about for years.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
31 weeks ago

I looked her in the eye, not unusual that I would of course, but I held the gaze until she blushed and turned away.

She looked back up and returned the look, quiet now.

What might I let out or stir if I ask?

I paused but then...

"How did we manage all those nights out, all those secret, d*unken moments of tension, all those decisions, without even once kissing?"

She laughed, looked away and I thought the moment was lost.

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By *inky grandadMan
31 weeks ago

Spain

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By (user no longer on site) OP
31 weeks ago

But she answered.

"I wanted to"

That got my attention, the air crackled a little.

"So did I".

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By (user no longer on site) OP
31 weeks ago

Smiles, but quiet still.

We looked at eachother. Deciding maybe.

Older now yes, ten years gone past at least since those days, but we were still recognizable, she stylish and striking, all angular and perfect cuts and textures. Me, athletic and lean despite my years, bright teeth, confident and happy, despite the signs of age in my face and hair and the little regard for my clothing, just a dark t shirt as usual.

"Well why didn't we?" I pushed.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
31 weeks ago

"Because we were good" she tried.

"I certainly wasn't".

"Maybe it was just me then".

She looked sad when she said that. I recalled in that micro second the many complaints she would make about her husband in those days, his self obsession, his lack of interest in her, his childish internet wanderings and beliefs. She saw me as different, better maybe, grown up. I wondered if that sad look was about a life not lived.

"We were both good. I didn't want to push you into something, I wanted you to want it and I guess I thought you didn't at heart. It's why I never leaned in, I wanted you to"

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By (user no longer on site) OP
31 weeks ago

"If you had I would have kissed you back" she smiled when she said this, more relaxed that I expected.

"Do you know something? I think I was obsessed with you..I thought about you day and night. For a while there, I went to bed every night with you pictured in my mind. Did you know that?"

She was laughing now, I think disconcerted at the revelation.

"I did not know that. I did the same"

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By *inky grandadMan
31 weeks ago

Spain

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By (user no longer on site) OP
31 weeks ago

Having known someone for fifteen years and then suddenly your relationship is on a new plane. Elevated maybe, reduced perhaps.

It took a moment to consider, we reverted to some lighter chat as we finished the wine, quickly it seemed to me. Rushing to somewhere.

"Alan is staying with his mum in Bristol this weekend" she said offhandedly, bored sounding, not looking at me.

But the invitation might as well have been sent via royal courier in a golden envelope marked in elaborate calligraphy "for my lover".

I didn't misunderstand.

"Will we retire to your place then? It's cosier and quieter than here"

"Yes, let's" she replied with a cool finality.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
31 weeks ago

The journey in the taxi was quiet, we looked out the windows either side. Tension seemed to fill the space between us and I was unsure if it was positive or negative in its character.

She led the way to the plush main door Victorian flat in an exclusive, leafy part of the city. They lived well and I felt momentarily intimidated by the absent husband's wealth.

Inside she turned only a couple of small lamps on, a warm low orange light spread across a tastefully furnished living room, almost unlived in in feel. She went to the toilet and I was left alone to ponder.

I took my shoes off, threw my over shirt to the side, back to my familiar t shirt and trousers look, at home in another mans home with his wife. I looked at their things. Well chosen yet austere seeming to me. Hygge without the cosiness maybe? That can only come from people, life, connection and I didn't feel it in this home.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
31 weeks ago

She returned without her shirt and trousers on. Clad instead in the straps of a light, silky pyjama top, matched by trousers which floated around her long legs.

Her nipples stood firmly atop her small breasts, defying the light fabric to almost look at me themselves.

I had the sudden fleeting sense that I wasn't the first man who had stood here to this view. Transfixed like a school boy. I fought myself and looked away.

She was holding two glasses and a bottle of wine, already opened. She walked to the large green velvet couch, sat and poured while I stood, still looking at their various objects d'art and likely original abstracts on the wall.

We hadn't spoken since the pub.

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By *erri AnneTV/TS
31 weeks ago

Shannon and Costa Blanca

Great start

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By *cotty010Man
31 weeks ago

visiting

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By (user no longer on site) OP
31 weeks ago

I decided to embrace the silence. Own it. Make it mine.

I turned and looked at her, now sitting back, glass held high to the side, an almost ostentatiously stylish or affected pose. She was seeing herself through my eyes.

I walked the few paces towards, smiling a little but serious maybe.

I stopped and I took my t shirt off. Cast it to the side decisively.

She didn't move. Her own smile disappeared and her eyes moved across my body. The silence working for me now, part of my mood.

I knew I looked strong and healthy, I knew that she liked what she was regarding so closely.

The air thick now, the warm room got smaller.

No half measures I thought.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
31 weeks ago

I kneeled before her. Pausing long enough to let her realise that I wasn't looking for my glass of wine, long enough to let the silence work deeper into her, grip her.

I placed my hands on her thighs, stopping again to feel the smooth fabric which matched the legs concealed inside.

I pulled my flat fingers towards me, gripping the material and bunching it enough to create tension.

I looked at her and she understood the signal, moving as she did to lift herself slightly this allowing the pyjamas to be slid off her legs almost without effort. They joined my t shirt, thrown.

There were, to my surprise and evident rising excitement, no panties revealed. Just the light hairs above a little dark fold the disappeared into her very being it seemed.

I looked at her again, they glass still held in the air, her face serious though betrayed by the now half bitten lip.

I pushed her legs apart without resistance, opening before me willingly.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
31 weeks ago

I looked as she adjusted herself, now easier and bound with me in the silence, not unsure but complicit, surrendering any pretence.

Her most intimate folds were presented to me, a light covering of hair above delicate, still hidden under spaces.

I returned my hands to her thighs and felt her trembling. I massaged and stroked her warm skin, placed my hands on her waist and finished the adjustment for her, pulling her body forward, lifting her legs a little, exposing her.

The glass finally placed on the table. The clink rang like a little bell.

My tongue found the bottom of her now exposed opening and I slowly and deliberately ran it up between those warm folds, gathering as I did so all that clear warm liquid she was offering me.

I took my head back and leaned over her and found her mouth and or first kiss thus sealed and lubricated by her perfect feminine desire. Our lips and tongues moving slowly, savouring.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
31 weeks ago

That most perfect kiss lingered a while before it found a natural end and I returned to her sex.

I kissed her again, this time my lips planted in repeated slow, firm presses to her swollen clitoris. Each kiss met with a faint moan, a quickening of breath.

I didn't let up the rhythm, feeling her falling into it quickly. The isolated and precise movement somehow right for her moment. I loved those kisses, I felt them myself and issued them generously and without pause.

He hand on the back of my head arrived as quickly as her short gasp as she came, my mouth now held and place and the light strokes of my tongue hardly needed but tipping her into satisfaction.

She held me the longer than I thought she might and the intimacy overwhelmed me.

Everything revealed.

The connection true.

It's good meeting old friends.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
31 weeks ago

Send me your thoughts people x

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By *inky grandadMan
31 weeks ago

Spain

Excellent, 👍🔥🔥

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By (user no longer on site) OP
31 weeks ago

Thanks

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By (user no longer on site) OP
31 weeks ago

Thanks

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By (user no longer on site) OP
31 weeks ago

Thanks

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By (user no longer on site) OP
30 weeks ago

Would you have just gone home after that?

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By *lderWiserNowMan
30 weeks ago

Kettrin

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By (user no longer on site) OP
30 weeks ago

Is that a yes? or we're you hopping to hear about buttons on jeans being undone as she lay there quivering, expecting...

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By *ic loves to lickMan
30 weeks ago

Birmingham

loving this..excellent writing

I have an old friend like this as well and wish I had the chance to fulfill my fantasies of her

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By (user no longer on site) OP
30 weeks ago

Ha, maybe one day...

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By (user no longer on site) OP
30 weeks ago

I do keep thinking about unbuttoning my jeans, her opened to me, waiting, eyes closed..

My hardness in my hand now, the other on her stomach as I guide myself to her lips, teasing just a little before my weight pushes firmly towards her, she takes me fully in first time, gasping, and I delight in the warmth and the satisfaction, quickly running for another harder thrust...

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By *uck1000Man
24 weeks ago

glasgow

Great writing!

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By (user no longer on site) OP
24 weeks ago

"Great writing!

Appreciated - read my others and give me your review

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By *oodguy22Man
24 weeks ago

Larkhall

Brilliantly written

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By (user no longer on site) OP
24 weeks ago

"Brilliantly written

Thank you

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By (user no longer on site) OP
16 weeks ago

"loving this..excellent writing

I have an old friend like this as well and wish I had the chance to fulfill my fantasies of her

Thank you

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By (user no longer on site) OP
12 weeks ago

I might post another soon. Any appetite for that?

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By *erri AnneTV/TS
9 weeks ago

Shannon and Costa Blanca

Brilliant story

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By (user no longer on site) OP
9 weeks ago

"Brilliant story

Thank you - you might like my others.

Links and titles in my profile.

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By *cott60Man
9 weeks ago

Perth

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By (user no longer on site) OP
9 weeks ago

Cheers

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