It has been a long couple of weeks. I have been travelling all over Europe on business. She has been travelling all over North America for her own work. For the first time in a number of years, we haven’t seen each other in weeks. Even though we continued to text each other every day, we did miss each other.
Lynn and I are business partners and friends. We have endured the break-down of our marriages years ago together. Our friendship had also miraculously survived months upon months of no business in our company and little cash to live on. The passage of time has lessened the impact of the former and now we have more business than we can manage ourselves which has solved the latter.
Her text came late in the afternoon the day I arrived home, “Want to come over for drinks this evening?”
That sounded perfect to me and I sent my affirmative reply.
After running around throughout the evening bussing my kids here and there, I dropped them off at my ex-wife’s place and beetled over to Lynn’s. I picked up a couple of bottles of wine, as is customary.
I arrived at her place just as the sun was setting - one of the last days of summer giving way to a pink and orange sunset. I let myself into her place. We haven’t knocked on each other’s door in years.
“Hello?” announcing my arrival.
“I’m in the kitchen,” and indeed, she was in the kitchen wearing nothing more than pajama bottoms and a tank top.
Lynn is usually done up with her hair and makeup, but not at this time of night. Not that she needed any of it. She is still a very beautiful woman standing 5’7 with tanned skin and long brown hair.
The spaghetti straps of her tank showed off her strong muscular shoulders, which perfectly complimented her larger than normal chest. It’s clear she wasn’t wearing a bra. It was hard to ignore the nipples protruding through the scant layer of cotton. She was standing in the kitchen barefoot with her toenails polished.
“I thought you were coming over earlier, I was about to go to bed.”
“I had to drive the kids tonight,” she understood having four children of her own, which she splits parenting time with her ex-husband.
I opened the fridge and deposited the bottles of wine for chilling and safe keeping.
She let out a long sigh, normally an indication that she’s had a long day. I turned to her and said quite honestly, “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too,” she admitted.
I approached her and wrapped my arms around her as she did with me. We gave each other a very tight hug. Through all the ups and downs of the past few years, here we were still friends. We had survived some very dark days together, but the last couple of months, things had come together in our personal and professional lives. She and I have both been dating our new people for a few years now.
My hands were loosely placed around the small of her back and hers were draped from my shoulders. We lingered a few moments longer. We felt the tension of recent weeks releasing and falling away. So busy. So much going on.
I kissed her just below her ear and reminded her that “I loved her.” This wasn’t shocking news to her. We tell each other those words all the time, but normally it’s a harmless reminder. However, this time, when I said it, she pulled me a little tighter pressing her tits against my chest. Now and then we feel a special level of electricity between us.
Leaning back, I looked at her for a moment and then kissed her. Normally our friendly little kisses lasted a moment or so and that’s it, but not so this time. Instead of pulling away, my lips pressed just a millimeter closer to hers than they otherwise normally would. Instead of withdrawing, hers pressed a millimeter closer to mine.
A second later, my lips parted a few millimeters and hers mimicked. It was a seemingly longer kiss between friends than we’d had in quite a while.
Then all at once, our jaws lapsed, and our mouths fell agape. We shared a warm and welcoming kiss that felt so comfortable, so easy. It felt like home being like this together. My cock was instantly hard against her and I’m sure it wasn’t unnoticed. I was a little embarrassed at first to let her feel that, but let go of my inhibition as she stepped closer to me.
Her hand moved from my shoulder to around my neck as our heads turned to deepen our kiss. At nearly the same time, my hands dropped straight down under her pajamas and each hand curled around one side of her ass. She was wearing floss-like panties such that each hand fully engulfed one side of her bare butt.
Our extended kissing ebbed in and out as we took one slow breath after another, each time a little hungrier than the last. My hands grew in confidence and pulled her against me, pinning my aching cock against her stomach. We both could feel a longing urgency building that neither of us intervened to stop.
On the next breath, one hand slipped out her pajamas and slid up Lynn’s side, sloppily catching her top and lifting it higher until my fingers tangled around her nipple and my palm cupped her breast.
We stopped for a second to look at each other in silence. We both fully knew we weren’t supposed to fool around, and rest assured, most of the time we don’t. But sometimes, let’s just say, stuff happens.
My hand fell from her breast, down her stomach, and burrowed inside the waistband of her pajamas. It continued a southward journey inside the thin coil of her panties. My fingers ran across her perfectly shaven pubis until my middle finder inserted itself between her idling fold.
She let out a soft sexy coo as my finger plunged into the warm wetness forming between her legs. I started fingering her slit with gentle strokes. She got wetter and wetter until a point where she was widening her stance giving me fuller access to her special lady place.
Our kissing slowed and a tiny space formed between us. We both watched as Lynn lowered her hand down my sculpted chest and firm abs to attend to the bulge below my belt. Once there, Lynn rubbed the pulsing protrusion with anticipation through my tightening pants.