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She and I had kept in touch, of course, if only through customary means. A thoughtful card at Christmas and on our respective birthdays, that sort of thing. When a letter arrived from her in the autumn, I was pleased to read that she would be in town the following month and invited me to catch up over coffee. The hotel bar was very grand in its tastefully understated way and I spotted her immediately, smiling warmly at me and getting up from her seat at the quiet corner table. We exchanged kisses on the cheek and she embraced me, clearly as pleased to see me after all this time as I was to see her. She looked slightly older, less girlish than I remembered her, but perhaps I was only imagining it because I was looking for some sign that she’d changed. Matured. Expecting her to be the adult she was supposed rus escort to have grown into. Probably thinking the same about me, she discreetly eyed me up and down before gesturing to the seat opposite hers. I thanked her and we sat down. After exchanging the preliminary ‘How-the-devil-are-you’s and ‘You-look-well’s we ordered coffee and relaxed into the usual conversation between friends-stroke-lovers who have not seen each other for a longer period of time. She made me tell her all about my career and what was going on at the present moment in my life. I listened intently as she told me all about the new job she had taken and informed me of her sister’s engagement. Then of course we graduated to more casual, unstructured chat and the hours cosily flew yenimahalle escort by. “It’s good to see you again,” she said earnestly, the most relaxed little smile on her lips, to which I sincerely replied, “It is. It really is.” “I remember it well, the first moment I laid eyes on you,” I ventured, waxing romantic. “I’d never seen such a vision of loveliness.” Looking more amused than flattered at the remark, she grinned. Then she averted my glance and leaned forward. Seduction had always been second nature to her, but she was always tactful. “Would it be dreadfully forward of me to propose that we continue this discussion upstairs?” My spine tingled and the blood rushed to my loins. “Lead the way,” I heard myself reply. She deposited her key on the desk and I leaned back against the wall, observing her as he removed her coat. Without a word she turned and let her eyes linger on mine. I could have sworn I saw a flash of surprise in her features when I leaned forward, took her face in my hands and pulled her to me for a kiss. In an instant she was reciprocating, her tongue communicating with mine. Then she fell to her knees, opened my trousers and took my swollen cock in her hand. I pressed my upper back flat against the wall to steady myself, not counting on my knees to support me. My eyes closed and my head thrown back in ecstasy as her lips expertly drew my foreskin back, her hot tongue circled round my wet, exposed tip and she proceeded to suck me deep and slow. I honestly had not expected the afternoon to take this particular course or I would have washed, but that sort of thing never mattered to her. On the contrary, she seemed to enjoy me more in my natural state. Judging by her eagerness it didn’t take a genius to figure out that she was far from squeamish about manly scents and tastes.