I Met My Old Lover...

By J. Strickland

Everybody has someone in their past that they catch themselves wondering about from time to time. It’s not the person you ended up with, but you wonder how your life might be different if things had worked out with that person. It’s harmless speculation because you know you’ll never run into that person ever again. The special someone in Bill’s past was Allison. Then, one day, he ran into her on a business trip. To further complicate matters, they were traveling to the same city and staying at the same hotel. Would the temptation of a second chance at love be too much to resist?

• Language: English
• Publisher: J. Strickland
• Release date: Jul 15, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311883759

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Foreword

I can’t honestly remember when I first met J. Strickland, because a lot has happened since then. I remember that it was in the very early days of Summer Camp, way back in ’02 or ’03. I also remember that we struck up a friendship that quickly developed into something deeper. But it’s still hard to place that first meeting—it seems like he’s always been part of my inner circle. So when he first began writing his own stories, I was happy to offer advice and encouragement. I’d like to say that I made him what he is today, but I’d be giving myself far too much credit. He did it all on his own, and his success is a testament to his talent as a storyteller. A friend and fellow writer once said that Strickland’s stories glow with emotion and love for his characters. I couldn’t agree more, and I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.

Nick Scipio

Southeastern US

April 10, 2011

I Met My Old Lover…

By J. Strickland

I heard music suddenly start playing. I opened my eyes and it took a moment to focus on the green rectangle. After a moment, I made out 5:30. It was the alarm clock. Time to get up. I wasn’t going to work today. This was the day for the trip. It’s the annual trip for a stockholders’ meeting. Usually, it’s the time for me to get together with my partners. We use the meeting as an excuse to travel together. Usually. This year, they both cancelled at the last minute. My wife had to stay home because the kids were in school. For the first time, I’ll make the trip alone. I would have cancelled, too, but I wanted to speak at this year’s meeting. I probably should have cancelled. What would I do with myself for four days? Originally, I was planning to do some traveling with my partners after the meeting so the return flight was reserved for Friday. Today was Tuesday. Too late to fret over it. I needed to get up and get ready. I had a plane to catch.

I finished waking up, then turned over and kissed my wife. She gave a happy moan as she woke up. She put her arm around me and sleepily said, Wait. You can waste a few minutes before your shower. I smiled in the darkness and snuggled up to her. I felt her warm body against mine, that delicious feeling, the softness of her skin. It would be four days (and three nights) without her. Without sex. We both needed something to tide us over. I thought last night was something to tide us over. She apparently had different plans. Good. She pulled me closer to her and I slid on top of her. She parted her legs and mine fell between them. I felt her hair brush against my dick. My morning erection got even harder. We kissed. As my tongue caressed hers, I got harder still. She moved her legs farther apart and I pulled back enough to get my hand between us. I guided my dick to her slit, separating her lips. Sliding along her, I felt how wet she already was. This needed to be a quickie, so I slid my dick down, across her clit (eliciting a moan from her), then to her opening. I slid easily into her. The feeling was so familiar, yet still fresh. After all these years. I entered her completely. She was fully wet and I was fully hard. We were both awake now, each intently aware of the other’s body. Before long, the bed was giving forth a slight and rhythmic squeak. That soundproofing in the master bedroom walls sure paid off. She started moaning a little more intently. She was cumming early this time. I can usually last a long time, but I didn’t have that much time this morning. Not like last night. I thrust harder and she tightened her pussy muscles to increase the friction. She was cumming now, trying to moan softly so the children wouldn’t hear. I kissed her so she could moan into my mouth and my tongue stifled her moan. Now it was my turn to cum. I felt the liquid warmth flow from me to her, surrounding me in her warm channel. We caressed each other in the afterglow, enjoying the feel of warm flesh against warm flesh before I have to leave.

All too soon, I felt my dick going soft and I also felt the warmth of our combined fluids start seeping out of her. One final kiss and I got up to head for the shower. She gave a sad moan as I withdrew from her body. I got in the shower as I heard her coming into the bathroom. Before long, she walked to the shower with a grin and a towel

This is a nice surprise, I told her.

We don’t do this enough anymore. I wanted to touch you in the shower. I don’t want you to forget me while you’re gone.

No chance of that. I’ll be plenty lonely enough for both of us. There was a trace of sadness, and a trace of aggravation, in my voice.

You’ll be fine. Maybe you’ll meet a friend.

Yeah. Sure. I put my arms around her, reveling in the slippery feel of her breasts against my chest. Here is the friend I want to meet.

I’m going to miss you. Especially at night.

Think about me when you’re doing that, I told her.

Doing what? she asked, an embarrassed tone in her voice, a shy smile crossing her face.

You know, I answered, what I’ll be doing when I’m missing you. I was smiling now, too.

You’re bad, she said with that playful tone I love so much.

We both knew it was getting later, so we finished with the shower, helping each other out with the best parts.

I had packed the night before, with her suggesting the tie and the shirt to wear and reminding me to pack warm clothes. I got dressed, casual, for the flight. I was ready not long after she went to wake up our children and then followed her downstairs for breakfast.

We all had breakfast together. My son was asking about my trip. I promised to bring them something special, as fathers do when they’re going away.

All too soon, it was time for me to leave. I hugged my son, kissed my daughter, then gave my wife that special hug. The one that tells her how much I will be looking forward to Friday. She told me to make sure I have my notes. To not be nervous. The kiss lingered. It felt like the kiss lasted for hours, it felt like the kiss lasted only seconds. I tried to memorize the feeling of the warmth of her body against mine. Then I got in my car for the hour long drive to the airport.

On the drive, I thought of my wife. My thoughts drifted to when we were dating. I thought of before I knew her. I thought of earlier girlfriends. How my life might have been different if someone else had been the one. Around that time, Same Old Lang Syne by Dan Fogelberg played on the radio. This song always makes me think of Allison, of that time so long ago. I love my wife totally, but I still ache when I think of Allison. What if….

Before I knew it, I was at the airport. I parked the car and took the shuttle bus, still thinking of old girlfriends. I thought again of Allison. Whenever I thought of old girlfriends, I always thought the longest of Allison. I still got that tight feeling, almost an ache, in the pit of my stomach. I got off the bus, the cool morning air smelling like jet fuel. The whine of a jet taxiing nearby filled the air. A skycap took my bags and helped me check in. My mind wasn’t fully on this—I was still thinking of Allison. I answered the check-in questions on automatic pilot, without fully paying attention, and received my boarding pass. I saw my bags being tagged and taken inside. I walked into the terminal and headed for my gate.

Walking to the gate, I felt aggravated all over again that I was making the trip alone. Both of my partners cancelled at the last minute. It was too late for me to cancel. Well, not too late but I really wanted to make this speech. I reluctantly decided to go alone. The worst part is that we always plan for a few days together at the meeting. We discuss business while we travel together. My return flight is booked for three days from now. When I made the reservation, I expected to be with my partners, seeing Delaware or Pennsylvania. It would be an interesting trip – again. I had made it several times before and always managed to find something new to interest me. I enjoyed exploring the history of that area. This time, it would be a struggle to find ways to fill up the time until I could fly home. I wasn’t looking forward to this trip as much as I usually did. Looking forward? I was already on my way. Being swept along, reluctantly. I wanted to go, yet I didn’t want to go. Destiny was moving me, unrelentingly.

I found the gate, checked that my flight was still on schedule, and found a seat. There was a young couple also waiting for the flight. They were wrapped up in each other, excited about the trip. I wondered where they were going. Their destination could be anywhere north or east of here. From here, most flights going north or east went through Atlanta. I was going through Atlanta, to catch the flight north to Philadelphia. I gathered my thoughts and reviewed my notes. I wouldn’t need them, except maybe to answer questions. I knew the material. I had been researching the production problem since I uncovered it a few months ago. I was a little nervous about the speech, but also a little excited. The fallout could erupt into a major event for the company. All started by my discovery. I was protecting my company’s investment in their company.

Before long, the flight was called. I boarded and found my seat. I had my usual window seat. The middle seat was empty. Another businessman sat on the aisle, reading a newspaper. I took out my palmtop computer and continued reading the novel I had been trying to finish. It helped to take my mind off traveling alone. I was trying not to think about what I would do between tomorrow afternoon and Friday morning, when I was supposed to be traveling with my partners. They were at work today. They would be at home with their families