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Phyllis, a short story of an unexpected school reunion. She introduced herself as Ms. Parks to the class, but I already knew her as Phyllis. ÃÂÃÂ Phyllis lived with her parents who the summer before had moved into the apartment next door to my estranged father. ÃÂÃÂ That the very same summer in which my beloved mother favored my sister to travel around the country with her, my mother being a school teacher herself. ÃÂÃÂ Phyllis completed her teaching internship my senior year of high school, graduating to full-fledged teacher as I graduated into becoming a full-fledged college student. Within six months of my graduation from high school, my parents buried the proverbial hatchet which allowed my emasculated father to move back in with mom and sis. ÃÂÃÂ But moving away and having my nose buried in books (most of the time!) I lost contact with Phyllis as there were plenty of college girls to eclipse the infatuation that had filled me with lust and love for the long haired, big breasted teacher to be.
That more than thirty years ago. ÃÂàI had attended my first two high school reunions, ten and twenty year, but had skipped the last, tired of the arrogant cliques that still remained despite the years. ÃÂàThere were two people I had always hoped to see again, Margret Olroyd and one Ms. Phyllis Parks. ÃÂàAt the last reunion, I sadly informed of PeggyâÃÂÃÂs passing, succumbing to cancer. ÃÂàI only comforted by the additional news that it had only been two months from discovery to death. ÃÂàHowever that alone had pretty much put the final nail in the coffin as for me attending any further high school reunions. ÃÂàI guess PeggyâÃÂÃÂs deathÃÂàbecame the precipitous event that led me to finally accept the truth âÃÂÃÂthere are no such things as a way-back machine.
And so it went until finally, I retired from the working world. ÃÂàUnlike my parents, my own wife had made our trial separation permanent. ÃÂàOur and had since married, each inconveniently moving to opposite ends of the country âÃÂàliving in Boston while my headed to Phoenix with his mother. ÃÂàThus I found myself stuck in the flat lands of the Midwest alone.
Retirement is an interesting phenomena. ÃÂàViewed for years as something of an idealistic panacea, its benefits hadnâÃÂÃÂt taken long to wane. ÃÂàOh, for sure I enjoyed not having to get up every morning to shoulder the drudge of another day at the office. ÃÂàI certainly enjoyed having a house to myself after all the years of raising a family and two years of a divorced, out of work sister who finally found her white knight and rode off with him into the blessed sunset. ÃÂàBut having the house to oneself meant doing all the things that were once shared -meals, dishes, laundry and house cleaning, not to mention the yard which the ex had filled with ubiquitous gardens. ÃÂàe. weeds to pull, shrubs to trim and train, flowers to divide and care for. ÃÂàYes, I stayed busy all the while seemingly accomplishing with my new life of leisure.
There I , languishing in leisure as summer put forth its final heat wave of the season, when an old friend encouraged me to volunteer at one of the local schools to read once or twice a week to struggling with their words. ÃÂàEventually he persuaded me to sign up. So in mid August I found myself doing just that. ÃÂàThe principle, cut just the summer before from his final pro league team, hired me Johnie on the spot. ÃÂàAn interesting man of whom I would later find out that all the teachers had nicknamed Clark Kent because of his chiseled face and heavy black framed glasses. ÃÂàIt a rather large grade school. ÃÂàTimes were tough forcing the district to consolidate three schools into one. ÃÂàI glad that my schedule only called me in twice a week as the noise of youth rapidly fraying the last few nerves left to me. ÃÂàWomen seem to fair better than men in either ignoring it all or just absorbing it all in a motherly fashion. ÃÂàI suppose that why of all the retirees volunteering at the school, only women chose to drive school buses âÃÂÃÂthose reverberating yellow metal coffins of screaming mayhem. God help us all!
Basically this how the school year passed and largely without incident. ÃÂàI met many new people. ÃÂàI even made a few new friends; had a parent or two try to set me up to meet either their single mother or grandmother. ÃÂàGod, I getting that old? ÃÂàâÃÂÃÂThanks, but noâÃÂàI kindly declined though I wished for a companion to add a noise to house every now and then. ÃÂàAnd I suppose that would have been the end of it if not for the long haired woman who stopped in at the school office to pick up an ailing grandchild as I myself signing out to leave for home.
Sometimes you know them for who they were almost immediately. Other times, even when introduced, you never really quite place the old with the new. ÃÂàIn this case, there something in the way she moved, something in the way she placed her one hand on her hip while the other signed out poor sick boy, Ricky Taylor. ÃÂàThe glossy brunette hair had now turned gray, losing much of its velvety sheen. ÃÂàBut it wasnâÃÂÃÂt dry or thinning as some of the womenâÃÂÃÂs hair seemed to do after years of bleaching and coloring. ÃÂàI was taller than her now. ÃÂàShe was still relatively as thin as she had been. ÃÂàOn the other hand, I had put on a few pounds directly below the expanding barrel chest. ÃÂàShe wore glasses while I sported newly laser corrected retinas. ÃÂàAmazingly, she still seemed as gay and alive with unbounding energy as I remembered her thirty years prior.
âÃÂÃÂOh poor boy,âÃÂàI heard her comfort the ailing as she turned toward the door of which I continued to hold open to both.
âÃÂÃÂSee you Monday,âÃÂàI called back to Renee at the office desk, smiling back at me as always, waving as I stepped out into a beautiful cloudless day. ÃÂàOh if only Renee were single!
I followed the woman and out to their car parked inappropriately in the reserved âÃÂÃÂStaff ONLYâÃÂàparking lot. ÃÂàIt was one of those new German SUVâÃÂÃÂs with automated this and automated that. ÃÂàSomeone had to burn! ÃÂÃÂ
âÃÂÃÂYou take care Ricky,âÃÂàI called out as the woman closed his door before walking to the back of the vehicle as its rear hatch closed all on its own.
âÃÂÃÂForgive me,âÃÂàI asked as I tilted my head to one side, summoning the gray haired womanâÃÂÃÂs attention, âÃÂÃÂbut have we met? ÃÂàI donâÃÂÃÂt mean to be rude but there just something in the way you were standing at the desk, signing Ricky out that brought back a long forgotten memory.âÃÂàÃÂàCareful, boy, I warned myself. ÃÂàMustnâÃÂÃÂt be too free with age related recognitions.
Standing upright in perfect feminine posture, the woman turned and looked at me full in the face. ÃÂÃÂ Searching every movement, I could not divine her thoughts.
âÃÂÃÂWell, I donâÃÂÃÂt know. ÃÂàAre you from around here?âÃÂàbright eyes inquired without any sense of resentment of being bothered by the questioning.
âÃÂÃÂI grew up here, graduated from high school but moved away until just a few years ago when, after my parents had died, I moved back into their house.âÃÂÃÂ
âÃÂÃÂWhat year did you graduate?âÃÂàshe asked.
âÃÂÃÂSixty-seven,âÃÂàI answered, almost ashamed at the antiquity of it.
âÃÂÃÂReally! ÃÂàThat the year I interned at the old high school that burnt down. ÃÂàWhat class were you in?âÃÂÃÂ
âÃÂÃÂYours. . . . Phyllis?âÃÂàÃÂàI asked leaning toward her, cocking my head slightly seeking affirmation. Call it what you will, but there is something I find strangely enjoyable when I have someone lost for an answer. ÃÂàThe licking of her glossy red lips, the quick twinge of nose and slight raising of her glasses begged me to reveal myself.
âÃÂÃÂIâÃÂÃÂm terribly sorry, but . . .âÃÂàÃÂàPeople sometimes form sentences which are left unfinished with the express purpose in extruding information lost to them.
âÃÂÃÂDonâÃÂÃÂt recognize me? ÃÂàThatâÃÂÃÂs okay. ÃÂàIt has been a long time and I suppose IâÃÂÃÂve put on a few misplaced pounds and then there is this,âÃÂàI said pointing to my well-groomed white goatee. ÃÂàâÃÂÃÂI suppose I could tease you and tell you were I sat and in which class. ÃÂàOr I remind you about the time when a certain boy got caught flashing a Playboy centerfold while you were up at the board with your back to us as Mrs. Henley just happened to look in through door window checking up on how you were doing.âÃÂÃÂ
I watched as the woman raised a hand to her mouth, drawing a deep breath as she cried in her sing-song way! ÃÂàâÃÂÃÂOh my God! ÃÂàYes, I remember that. ÃÂàAre you Brian? Ummm, give me a second. Brian Biggins?âÃÂÃÂ
I suppose I had it coming. ÃÂàI had teased her memory instead of just being mature and up front with who I . ÃÂàBrian Biggins had been a fat turd who, now back on it, had always been strangely popular. ÃÂàEver and always, he quick with a joke or some witty sarcasm that often had even the teachers smiling at him. ÃÂàUnlike myself, he had gone on to become a prominent local land developer whoâÃÂÃÂs wealth had made him even more arrogant and totally suspect of even his best of friends.
Just smiling to her, holding out my hand, I finally confessed laughing, âÃÂÃÂNo, not so fortunate. ÃÂàRon. ÃÂàRon. . .âÃÂÃÂ
âÃÂÃÂRonnie! ÃÂàRonnie Kucera! ÃÂàOh my God!âÃÂàshe screamed again in apparent delight. ÃÂàâÃÂÃÂHow are you? ÃÂàDo you teach here? ÃÂàWhat have you been up to?âÃÂÃÂ
âÃÂÃÂOh IâÃÂÃÂm retiredâÃÂàI confessed, shaking my head no. ÃÂàâÃÂÃÂNo, no. ÃÂàI just come here a couple of times a week to read to who are struggling with their words. ÃÂàAnd you? ÃÂàYou still live around here?âÃÂàÃÂàI asked, greatly desiring a miraculous healing of Ricky so I could scoot him off back into the school and have this lively woman all to myself.
With a sad face she answered me, âÃÂÃÂNo, IâÃÂÃÂm just here visiting my and her husband. ÃÂàI live down in Florida. ÃÂàMy husband and I retired down there.âÃÂÃÂ
âÃÂÃÂYouâÃÂÃÂre married?âÃÂàÃÂàI asked trying desperately not to let on my disappointment.
âÃÂÃÂI . ÃÂàDavid died last year when a drunk ran his car up over the curb and into the table where David and I were eating. ÃÂàI never even got knocked off my chair but DavidâÃÂæ.âÃÂàI watched as the brightness in her face eclipsed by the memory of her loss. ÃÂÃÂ
âÃÂÃÂIâÃÂÃÂm sorry. ÃÂàI truly am. ÃÂàIâÃÂÃÂm so sorry for your loss.âÃÂÃÂ
âÃÂÃÂRon, it good seeing you but I suppose I should be getting Rickie home and in bed. ÃÂàIs there a way I can get in touch with you? Are you married?âÃÂÃÂ
âÃÂÃÂNot any more!âÃÂàI confessed with an inappropriate smile. ÃÂàâÃÂÃÂHere, let me give you my cell number. ÃÂàI donâÃÂÃÂt have a home phone any more. If youâÃÂÃÂre free, IâÃÂÃÂd love to take you to lunch sometime, or better yet, a night out up in the big city?âÃÂÃÂ
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I had driven home as giddy as a high school boy knowing his choice of femme fatale had accepted his offer to her to the prom. These sorts of things only ever happened in the movies, or at least to other people, never me. And Phyllis looked great. Why had I stopped my regiment of exercise and diet after the wife left? Genetics had still kept me in the game but athletic now only average. Still, on those rare occasions where I actually bothered to look at myself in the mirror, I turned away from the thought that all the good days were just about over.
Would she call or had she merely been polite? And here it , Friday night. Would I have to struggle through another weekend alone or would the gods favor me and allow me just one more opportunity to enter the dance?
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I had finally given up and run out to get something to eat before returning to the house for another brain numbing night in front of the fifty-inch flat screen. After both wife and sister had finally vacated the premises, for a brief expanse of time I allowed wicked women into the house to dance for me on that very same stage. But all were either too or took their clothes off too fast. They also neglected appreciating the art of arousal via breast lust. Rather it one second strolling around the house, the next fucking wildly in anything but a realistic, identifiable way. I so strange to some semblance of normalcy?
And so there I sat till I could take it no longer, turning it all off before rising to stand in front of the window, out on the world as it passed me by. The mini mall across the street a hive of activity between the best BBQ in seven counties, a carry out only pizza hole-in-the-wall and a most convenient discount liquor store. But my driveway dark and empty. âÃÂÃÂHow did one go about rekindling the fire?âÃÂàI pondered.
As I about to turn out the lights and retire to the back bedroom only to turn on yet another tv so as to numb me into dreamland, PhyllisâÃÂÃÂs rented SUV, or one just like it pulled deep into the drive. I remained standing in front of the large twelve foot window till the SUVâÃÂÃÂs lights went out and its driver side door popped opened. Sure enough, it my long haired, big busted, beautifully dimpled face Ms. Phyllis Parks; only her last name had changed over the years. Racing to the side door, I flipped on the outside light and went out to greet my guest.
âÃÂÃÂWhat are you doing here? I waited for you to call but then thought that you thought it best just to leave things be.âÃÂàSometimes I cringed at the way I think about things and the way I always seem to be of the habit of revealing them.
Half hanging her head, Phyllis spoke as she drew nearer, âÃÂÃÂWell what I didnâÃÂÃÂt tell you this afternoon that my flight back to Florida scheduled for tonight. And truthfully, that where I and where I headed. And though you might think ill of me for saying this, frankly, I ready to leave after spending ten days with my . DonâÃÂÃÂt get me wrong, I love her to death. And her husband is a sweetheart if there ever one. But it just time to leave.âÃÂÃÂ
âÃÂÃÂDoes your knowâÃÂæ.âÃÂàI asked, not purposefully leaving my sentence short, and yet, doing just that.
âÃÂÃÂDoes my know that I missed my flight? No.âÃÂàIt a pitiful âÃÂÃÂNoâÃÂàthat tapered off in a quiet sense of lostness.
âÃÂÃÂPhyllis . . .âÃÂàThis time I caught myself thinking it better to move her and the conversation inside. âÃÂÃÂWould you like to come inside? Can I offer you something to drink?âÃÂÃÂ
Phyllis had pulled into my drive shortly after ten. Now it nearly one and that long awkward silence we had both been starving off finally raised its ugly head. We had laughed. We had pulled out old pictures and swapped countless stories especially those dealing with spouses and and now grand . We had even talked a about politics and religion before the awkward silence loomed up before us and seemingly refused to go away.
I remember King Arthur of Camelot singing the question, âÃÂÃÂWhat does a man do when a woman is thinking âÃÂÃÂfor they donâÃÂÃÂt do it often?âÃÂàThen he confesses, âÃÂÃÂOh my mind is at war!âÃÂàAnd so too mine. Phyllis arrived wearing a sharp blue-gray matching suit jacket and skirt complete with a white, button down the front, blouse. If she had stood with brief case in hand, she could have easily been mistaken for some high falutin business executive or perhaps even a higher falutin politician. To use the word grandiose would not have been out of character. But after a second glass of Italian wine, Phyllis had discarded the jacket and loosened one more button of her blouse before relaxing in my fatherâÃÂÃÂs favorite easy chair. Behind her an old pole lamp with a dim 60W light bulb that illuminated her being as if being captured in some Dutch Reformation still life.
While Phyllis talked I took the opportunity to observe and record everything about her. That once shiny brunette head of hair now in fact a mixture of brownâÃÂÃÂs and grays. Somehow it seemed to suit her perfectly. She had arrived with it neatly tucked up tightly behind her, again in that professional womanâÃÂÃÂs way. I liked the new Phyllis. Her eyebrows were thin but right for her face and the style of glasses she wore complimented them both. The crowâÃÂÃÂs feet which sprang out from the sides of her eyes made her smiles more real and her tears more painful. The vertical creases at either side of her mouth still accented every pursing of the lips. Only the slightest increase of fullness beneath her chin gave evidence of age, and then probably only to me. The upper vermilion her mouth now wrinkled when she talked. That too I found strangely appealing, pondering -always pondering- whether or not she would allow me to kiss those lips. And if and when she did, would it be as good as I had, oh so many years before, imagined it would be?
There were times during our conversation when Phyllis would absentmindedly scratch the back of her neck as she looked down to one side in some deep contemplative ruse. That when I able to assess as to whether or not the years had been kind to her breasts. Though her blouse of luminescent white, I could discern no pattern of lace beneath, no seam, not even much of an indentation from a shoulder strap. And having only the two top most buttons unfastened, I, sad to say, could discern cleavage. But there no hiding the fact that it in there. Nor there much pretense to the fact that PhyllisâÃÂÃÂs breasts had filled out, if not indeed, grown further since our school days. I searched the mental archives but drew a blank as to what had been previously observed and mentally recorded other than being proportionately large and often cloaked behind sweaters and the fashionable blazers of that time.
âÃÂÃÂSo I thought, what the hell, it wasnâÃÂÃÂt like there wasnâÃÂÃÂt anything desperately waiting for me back home. I know, I should have called or at least texted you. I guess my impetuous nature hasnâÃÂÃÂt lost any of it impetuousness over the years. I find it seriously helps me from growing old or being scared to explore another facets of life. And that is very important at this stage of the game, donâÃÂÃÂt you think, Ron?âÃÂÃÂ
I was glad that Phyllis had dropped the familiar name of youth, âÃÂÃÂRonny.âÃÂàThere were other hints subtly dropped along the way that gave me hope that per chance this impetuous -woman might spend the night! And if I played my cards right, maybe, just maybe sheâÃÂÃÂd even spend it under my sheets.
âÃÂÃÂI couldnâÃÂÃÂt agree more. However, in admitting that, I will have to confess that I havenâÃÂÃÂt been very impetuous of late.âÃÂàI laughed a sad sack laugh before adding, âÃÂÃÂThere hasnâÃÂÃÂt been any reason to.âÃÂàI looked up at two bright eyes that were leaning forward in my fatherâÃÂÃÂs old chair. this an invitation?
âÃÂÃÂMaybe you just need to look around a harder to find something new to get excited about!âÃÂàThere it again. Surely this an invitation.
Standing to my feet, Phyllis rocked forward with two arms wrapped about herself as I drew close to her. Smiling a queer mischievous smile, turning her head ever so slightly as she looked up at me, I leaned down and slowly brought my lips close to hers. âÃÂÃÂIâÃÂÃÂve always been attracted to you,âÃÂàI heard myself confess.
âÃÂÃÂI know,âÃÂàshe replied, this time with a widening of that mischievous smile. âÃÂÃÂWhy do you think I took the chance and came back?âÃÂÃÂ
My eyes widened as I looked breathlessly within her own. Slowly she closed them and pressed her lips on mine.
There are times when two pair of lips are just made for each other. IâÃÂÃÂve kissed countless women over the course of my life but only three of them perfectly matched my own in a way that no others had ever achieved. One a summer fling just out of high school âÃÂÃÂDenise. The other at the end of a three days stay at an old college friends home after which she kindly drove me to the airport to see me off âÃÂÃÂDiane. The third now had her hand behind my head, tenderly injecting her passion into me. The kiss lingered forever, long enough to make the position uncomfortable. We parted slowly as eyes opened equally as slow before pursuing their search for answers. Only centimeters apart, our breath mingled as head positions began randomizing, seeking both optimization of placement and permission.
I suppose if I had been younger, I would have pushed her back in her chair or dragged her off on to the floor and had my way with her. Perhaps if she had been younger I still might have done it. But there a maturity about all of this that told us both that there no need to rush. This no affair of youthdom. This required neither of its participants to be home before midnight. Besides, that hour had long come and gone. Nor there any conflicting thought of explaining the lateness to an awaiting spouse. We were both consenting adults. We were both, for-gods-sake, consenting senior citizens. We were both free. For the first time in my life, I knew what it meant to feel free; to be free with a woman who so ardently there for me âÃÂÃÂjust me; a woman who had dared to change the direction of her life, without any selfish manipulation on my part, just to take a chance on me. The mere realization of it made me stumble back away from her. âÃÂÃÂWhat?âÃÂàshe begged before the mischievousness of her demeanor exuded a shy smile.
âÃÂàI, I, IâÃÂæâÃÂàI stuttered. âÃÂÃÂI guess IâÃÂÃÂm just having a hard time taking all this in. I stopped for you a life time ago. I just gave up. It too hard to keep . Too many disappointments. So many hurts. Hope became a dangerous thing for me. But it always you. I have been waiting for you all my life.âÃÂÃÂ
At this Phyllis reached out with extended finger tips and took one of my hands as she looked down at the floor as if to make confession.
âÃÂÃÂDavid and I met at a parents-teacher conference. He a widower, fatherly, caring, handsome, employed, seemingly having his act together. It wasnâÃÂÃÂt one of those instant connections. It was gradual for both of us. Well really, it was a desperation on my part. Perhaps youâÃÂÃÂve never thought about it but once a woman graduates from college and begins a career in a local community school system, she has pretty much locked herself in to a very room of opportunity. I mean, I never one to shop at some local bar. I never did that even in college. I suppose I never really that lonely. I loved my job. My desperation different than that. I wanted a family of my own. Some find their mates within the system but men who become teachers are, more often than not, nerdy, though often nice. I guess, at least for me, if you work in a bakery all your life the last thing you want on your plate is another donut. So David a convenience. . . and, as it turned out, he felt that way as well. He never fell out of love with his first wife. I donâÃÂÃÂt fault him for that. Though he never betrayed it, I do think,âÃÂàPhyllis stopped confessing long enough to admit the reality out loud, âÃÂÃÂ-no, I know there were times when he making love to me that he really closing his eyes in an attempt to make himself believe that I her. I tried. I honestly tried to be her for him. But weâÃÂÃÂre all unique and in the end we are all who we are. So our marriage became more a brother-sister affair, friendly but not true lovers. We were just two people sharing the same house while struggling to raise our family. I still loved him as a husband. DonâÃÂÃÂt get me wrong. I guess itâÃÂÃÂs complicated. And when I lost him, I thought the world had ended for me. Have you ever been on one of those single dating sites for seniors? The female to male ratio is like a thousand to one. You men are either all married or dead. So I guess, like you, I had stopped . I have grown content just to enjoy my life to its natural end. Financially IâÃÂÃÂve never been more secure. Freedom? All my are married and living their own separate lives though we are close and stay in touch. Elizabeth, my youngest and most dear to me, lives the closest and she lives in Georgia.âÃÂÃÂ
Phyllis continued to finger my hand as I looked down at her, reaching out and caressing the top of her head. How quickly and thoroughly she becoming precious to me all over again. I knew not what the future had in store for us âÃÂÃÂif it had anything at all. I only knew that she here and for the moment, all other cares and concerns had ceased to exist. Within me raged a mixture of emotions. I felt the protector. Here a delicate flower that had been long neglected. It needed a bit of cultivation, a nurturing to make it strong enough to once again shoot forth a dazzling array of blossoms. I also felt a strange sense of calm with her. No need to rush it. No need to secure, claim, mark her as my own. She here because she wanted to be. But there still a strong desire to just tear her clothes off and fuck her like she had never been fucked before. So utterly fucked that she would curl up next to me after it all over, just like a and beg servanthood. So utterly fucked that every other encounter would be like just so much dross. So utterly fucked that the rising sun would no longer mean a new day for her but a new era in her life.
I pulled Phyllis to her feet, tightly drawing her near to me, squeezing the life out of her elbows, screaming at her without words as her eyes turned into big question marks, searching desperately to discern the answer as to whether or not I had, after all, turned out to be something altogether wrong for her. Me? I suppose I having one of those âÃÂÃÂItâÃÂÃÂs a Wonderful LifeâÃÂàepisodes where Jimmy Stewart grabs Donna Reed at the bottom of the stair, letting the phone of one life drop to the floor as to grab another life never to let it get away ever again.
âÃÂÃÂLook here, Phyllis. IâÃÂÃÂm not a carpetbagger. IâÃÂÃÂm not a loser who sits every night like a fungus in front of the tv. IâÃÂÃÂm a man who . . . who cannot be played with. I must know the truth now. Are you playing me? Am I just a convenience to you like David back then? I donâÃÂÃÂt that. I never that again.âÃÂÃÂ
PhyllisâÃÂÃÂs answer probably the best. She tore herself away from me with fire in her eyes. IâÃÂÃÂd never seen that flame before. IâÃÂÃÂd never been ready to. As if to emphasize her resolve, she threw herself back into my arms. As tender and slow as had been the first kiss, the second heated, each of us desperately searching for that crevasse into which to hide ourselves; that vehicle which allowed two souls to become as one. My search had ended. Letting go of self, I wrapped her in my arms. It felt so right. It felt so amazingly right.
Phyllis now a head shorter than myself. With two hands I pulled it back and looked once again into her eyes. Not allowing me to linger there for long, she stood up on tippy-toe as she brought my mouth down to her own, performing CPR on my soul. Her kisses overflowed with a hunger that caused me to fear my inability to match it. My freedom not use to this sort of attention. Perhaps in part, it due to her being such the aggressor. All of lifeâÃÂÃÂs experiences prior to this moment had been ever and only the woman giving in to my own aggression. But here, at lifeâÃÂÃÂs last light, came a woman unlooked for, hungry for every bit me as much as I for her.
My house clean. The cat boxes had been changed that morning and all the dishes had been washed and put away that night. Clean sheets had been placed on the bed. I had showered and shaved just a couple of hours before her arrival. Windows were open while the unobservant whole house fan silently sucked in the refreshing late spring air.
Phyllis excused herself to clean up. By then we both knew that her rented SUV was going to spend the night parked in my drive. The two bedroom bungalow had but a single bathroom in it though. Both attic and basement were finished. To the latter I retreated while she âÃÂÃÂtidied up a bit.âÃÂàIn the laundry room, next the washer and dryer were two oversized concrete sinks, large enough to bathe the in. But on this night, it offered a quick chance to freshen up a bit myself before returning to await my guest.
Phyllis had retrieved a garment bag from her vehicle before locking herself into the bathroom. I could hear the running water and the flushing of the toilet. In arranging the house for her re-entrance, I left a single dim light on in the kitchen that washed out across the dining room floor while opposite facing security lights from the mall across the street dimly filtered their way through the front hedge of holly, privet and two sentinels of arborvitae. It was all enough to set the mood. Candle lights couldnâÃÂÃÂt have done it better though I had lit two of them in bedroom. The door handle sounded; then a clicking off of the bathroom light. Like a cat out of the darkness, silently she stole back into the room. Had I died and gone to heaven? Had I won the largest lottery in the nations history, garnering me femme fatales at my doorstep desperately wanting into my life? I had not anticipated the woman who stood before me. Where had she acquired that garment? And more puzzling still, why had it been packed only to visit her ?
âÃÂÃÂDo you like it,âÃÂàPhyllis enquired, performing pirouette for me to see all of it. âÃÂÃÂAs I sat at the airport, trying to decide whether or not to chance finding you here tonight, I spied it in the front window of one of the , overly expensive boutiques âÃÂÃÂand it just spoke to me!âÃÂàShe said it with the same youthful gaiety that had captured me so absolutely those many years before. âÃÂÃÂSo I took the chance. Is it to your tastes?âÃÂÃÂ
With a mouth hanging open, my answer an unconscious licking of the lips and a nearly inaudible, âÃÂÃÂOh my god, yes!âÃÂÃÂ
Phyllis had clothed herself in an antique whale boned bustier. It black as the night with horizontal rows of widely spaced stars. The garment made her breasts appear even larger than first imagined while revealing shapely thighs that were anything but fat. Its hem, gathered in tight, short ruffles, ended just where her black bikini panties began. Phyllis wore nothing else. Myself, only dressed in a pair of well weathered shorts and an emblematic polo shirt, stood up to meet her.
Phyllis definitely one of those, rare-in-my-life, cup-half-full sort of people. She confident about herself and her choices without being arrogant or demanding. Normally, all things being equal, I would have romanced a woman of this caliber. But this woman on this night, dressed in this garment purchased while making this decision begged forgoing any and all such genteel indulgences. We met and kissed as her body movements directed me toward the back of the house and onto my bed. âÃÂÃÂLay down,âÃÂàher command after removing my shirt and pushing me playfully back onto the bed. âÃÂÃÂI you to just lay there,âÃÂàshe again commanded me as she drew off my shorts. My cock sprung out at rigid attention as she did so. âÃÂÃÂHmmm,âÃÂàshe sighed at the sight of it. Confessing but not inviting him into the room, Phyllis stood over me, âÃÂÃÂDavid never let me suck his. He said a wife didnâÃÂÃÂt do those sort of things.âÃÂàIn the dim candle light, the buxom shadow wraith towered over me.
âÃÂÃÂYouâÃÂÃÂll never get that sort of thinking from me!âÃÂàI surprised myself at the levity in which it stated. My mind all too serious about recording her every word and every movement.
âÃÂÃÂTurn around and lay up close to the edge of the bed,âÃÂàmy dominatrix ordered me as she bent over to feather my rigid manhood in her cascading fingers.
âÃÂÃÂDear god, tell me you are real!âÃÂàI begged her. Releasing my fingered manhood, I watched attentively as Phyllis stood back up, withdrawing a single breast from the form-quenching bodice. It massive, capped by a large dark aureola just slightly above center with a thick and long nipple at the center of it. âÃÂÃÂPinch this to see if itâÃÂÃÂs real or not!âÃÂàshe teased me.
I fighting every emotion, every notion to rise up and capture this woman, ripping her panties from her and just brutally fucking her until we both melted into one nirvanic existence. Instead, I reached out and began to gently thumb the hardening nipple. She cooed before ordering me to pull it, âÃÂÃÂHarder. Harder!âÃÂàIf the baton between my legs hadnâÃÂÃÂt been rigid before, now it granite. âÃÂÃÂBite it,âÃÂàshe directed me, leaning over, offering the delectable nodule as I lay there like a slug. âÃÂÃÂOoooh, yes. Use your teeth.âÃÂÃÂ
All that I had imagined of Phyllis Parks evaporating with any hope of repair. Pulling herself backup as my teeth remained clenched to that motherâÃÂÃÂs nipple, I allowed it to spring free as I watched her mildly sagging breast contort by the motion. Smiling back at me, never indicating that my teeth had just about severed the nipple from her breast, Phyllis slowly withdrew the second breast. Even larger than the first with the same umber sand dollar pasted on the end of it with an equally large yet not quite as taut nipple sitting dead center. âÃÂÃÂAre you a breast man, Ron?âÃÂàLike she had to as
âÃÂÃÂHmmmm, I guess you could say that,âÃÂàI replied
Phyllis leaned over and placed the head of my cock in her warm wet mouth, satisfied for the moment to just to suck on it. It seemed as if she as satisfied with what had been withheld from her as much as I at her breasts. Slowly Phyllis began tickling it with her tongue before deep throating its entire length a time or two without so much as a quiver. Briefly standing back up for air, she confessed, âÃÂÃÂOh, you have no idea how long IâÃÂÃÂve been wanting to do this again! I hope you donâÃÂÃÂt think ill of me. Laugh out loud, all these years and me now being the respectable grandmama! But there is just that something about having a man inside my mouth that I have truly desired. Please donâÃÂÃÂt think ill of me.âÃÂÃÂ
I must confess, it shocking to hear not only the confession, but her honest expression in such hungered fashion. As Phyllis remained standing beside the bed, I studied the mesmerizing woman. She caught my gaze and smiled a smile I shall never forget as long as I live. Cupping her right breast, she teethed it. Phyllis seemed briefly content to tease me with her tongue licking and sucking first one nipple, then the other before returning to kneel down and once again to take my dancing Doric column deep within her mouth.
Working first the length of it, then sucking and licking just the head, my aged angel lost herself in the enjoyment of circumcised man flesh. Slurping, mouthing, swallowing, gasping for air, she never resorted to handling it. Turning her head, first this way and then that, she continued to take all of me then only part of me, slithering down one side before skillfully twisting and sliding back the other only to then swallow me whole over and over again. . . and again. Truly here a woman who simply loved having a manâÃÂÃÂs cock at her disposal. And it felt good! It felt like I had never imagined it could ever feel.
Phyllis stood back up as I watched attentively the freed breasts swaying first one way then the other. A wrinkled brow told me something wrong.
âÃÂÃÂYou ok?âÃÂàI asked.
It a slow, half hearted smile the crept across her face before answering, âÃÂÃÂYesâÃÂæ and no. ItâÃÂÃÂs just that youâÃÂÃÂre the first sinceâÃÂæ since David.âÃÂàThere a long silence which I thought best not to interrupt. Grasping her panties at the corner of her womanly hips, Phyllis removed the lacy article and crawled up on the bed to lay next to me . Suddenly the woman had become a . I held her close.
âÃÂÃÂYou probably think IâÃÂÃÂm a nut!âÃÂàshe blurted out.
âÃÂÃÂWhy would I think that?âÃÂàI answered her, combing a bit of her hair out of my face.
âÃÂÃÂThis is all happening too fast. IâÃÂÃÂm not as desperate as I appear to be.âÃÂÃÂ
âÃÂÃÂWomen rarely are. It always we men who have the fox in the chicken coop mentality. But the sand is running out of the hour glass. IâÃÂÃÂve gotten to the point where I take my happiness as it comes. No expectations. No regrets. IâÃÂÃÂve been waiting for you nearly all my life, Phyllis. YouâÃÂÃÂre even more desirable to me now that you are older, mature, refined, wonderfully mature, than when we were mere back at the apartments.âÃÂÃÂ
Something must have clicked. For Phyllis raised up on one elbow while fingering my lips before slowly lowering herself back down to give me a soft, breathy kiss. It a womanâÃÂÃÂs kiss. Not rushed. Not juvenile. Just freely given.
âÃÂÃÂFunny how you never know where the river of life is going to lead you,âÃÂàshe said, laying back down next to me, staring at the candle light shadows dancing on the ceiling. âÃÂÃÂIâÃÂÃÂve come here to visit the many times. DonâÃÂÃÂt ever remember meeting anyone from those few years of teaching here. No one ever contacted me to grace a class reunion either. And then you seeing and remembering me while picking up Ricky. Do you ever wonder whether or not our lives are all planned out for us? Or is it all just mere chance?âÃÂÃÂ
I let her ramble on. My head spinning between it being way past my bedtime, having her here, laying next to me, all the while revisiting the same questions she mouthing. This is where I suppose to pinch myself. This is where I suppose to wakeup and realize it all but a dream. This where a commercial break would intrude and bring me back to reality. I always hoped for finding a woman who filled all the necessary particulars. These sort of things happened to others; not to me. So many years of empty existence. there a good God? And He finally relenting to allow me to have what I always wanted? To love and desire and so utterly enslave myself to someone who wanted, who themselves even desired to have me in their life? âÃÂÃÂOne day at a time.âÃÂàâÃÂÃÂOne day at a timeâÃÂàI kept reminding myself.
She had stopped talking. I could hear her breathing. I could smell her hair. I could sense a change in the mattress.
Phyllis then rolled over, grasping my weakened cock in her hand as she closed her eyes and kissed me again. She kissed me slowly on the lips as I remained unmoving. Then she kissed the side of my face before briefly sucking on my earlobe. Strength flowing back into my manhood as she slithered back down to once again place me in her mouth. It different this time. It wasnâÃÂÃÂt as heated as before and yet it wasnâÃÂÃÂt tepid either. This time she was making love. This time she was lost in a world of her own making. She was a enjoying a long promised ice cream cone.
Eventually the engine that could brought me to the mountain top.
âÃÂÃÂWhoa there woman!âÃÂàI warned her, gently nudging her shoulder. I wanted to change tracks and plow a while between her legs.
âÃÂÃÂUh-uh,âÃÂàcame the refusal. âÃÂÃÂThis is my night. Just lay back and let me have my long awaited fun.âÃÂàWho I to argue?âÃÂè_____________âÃÂèCome morning we showered together, laughing, talking, enjoying the wonderment of a suddenly realize companionship that would this time truly last âÃÂÃÂtill death do us part.âÃÂàIt wasnâÃÂÃÂt a movie and it wasnâÃÂÃÂt a one-time occurrence. PhyllisâÃÂÃÂs nature was as imaginative as it was impetuous. Instead of flying, I drove her back down to her home in Florida, sometimes with her seated next to me with nothing on but a smile. No one else in the world mattered to her. She loved me fingering her excitement in public places as much as she love having me in her mouth out in the boat as others flew past us. Phyllis Kucera was once again, the love of my life.
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