Chance Meeting

It was my day off, but I’d arrived at my favorite bar before noon, so I thought a little impulse shopping might be fun. I stumbled into the large chain craft store, looking for nothing in particular. The isles were packed with color.    
    
I felt suddenly overwhelmed by the visual stimuli and moved to the frame shop, where empty wooden frames reminded me of my childhood in the country. I even found some of the generic photos soothing compared to the rest of the store.
    
“Do you think this frame would work?”
    
I was startled by the female voice behind me and glanced back. She smiled.
    
“Sorry, but do you think this frame is a good color for this photo?”
    
She held a 8x10 family photo next to a wooden frame, maple I’d guess.
    
“Sure, I think that’s fine. Nice looking family.”
    
“Thank you. This is my mom, my dad, and these are my two sisters.” She pointed quickly as she spoke.
    
“And, I’ll bet that young lady is you,” I said, pointing.
    
“And you’d be right, Mr. Frame man.”
    
I laughed and said, “I don’t work here. Just waiting for a restaurant to open for lunch.”
    
She blushed pink and said, “I’m sorry, I thought…”
    
“Not a problem. I enjoyed seeing such a pretty family. My kids are grown and my wife died a couple of years ago, so seeing a family together is nice.”
    
“I’m so sorry,” she said with a tone that sounded like she really meant it.
    
“That’s kind of you,” I said. We had a great marriage for twenty-four years and raised two great kids who are now on their own.”
    
“I’m the oldest of my sisters and the only one on her own. I work at a coffee shop and am a college student studying to be a nurse.”
    
“Great,” I said. “I’ll try not to see you professionally anytime soon.”
    
She laughed and cocked her head slightly. “Thank you for the help with my frame.”
    
I said, “Thank you for making my day off fun. I’ve never worked in retail.”
    
“What do you do,” she asked.
    
I was a professor at the community college, but now teach online Tuesday through Friday. At forty-four, I’m too young to retire, but have enough seniority to pick my hours.”
    
I paused, stuck out my hand and said, “I’m Cory.”
    
She took my hand and said, “I’m Katie, glad to meet ya.” Her hand was moist and warm, very alive. I felt my face blush warm, and I started to turn away.
    
“Do you teach any research classes,” she asked.
    
Turning back, “Yes, but more importantly, I used research a lot while in school.”
    
She said, “Could I send questions your way from time to time? I’m taking a research class that’s tough for me. I just want to know how to be a nurse, not write medical research.” She shrugged her shoulders. Her neck turned quickly pink as she shrugged almost a light rash.
    
I laughed and said, “Sure, here’s my email address.” Her neck color returned to normal.
    
“Thank you so much. I promise not to fill your inbox.”
    
“It’s fine. Feel free to ask any questions you have.”
    
While eating lunch I thought about my conversation with Katie, sure I’d never get any questions from her. Seeing her enthusiasm and youth had been fun though. Her looks didn’t hurt either. Her skin was light and glowing and blushed easily, making her seem very transparent for a girl probably in her early 20s. She had long straight hair parted on one side. She was short and slender, but I had noticed her youthful shapeliness as we talked. I wondered if she weighed much over a hundred pounds.
    
By the time I’d had lunch, my phone showed an email from a K.Ellis@... with a question about how qualitative research in business might compare with the medical field. That was the beginning of several research questions over the course of the next few days. The questions gradually moved away from research and into life in general. “When did you decide what you wanted to do with your life?” “How did you and your wife meet?” “How did you know you were in love?” While I enjoyed responding to her curiosity, I felt uneasy, like I was intruding on another family’s turf.
    
As a forty-four year old man, I had a couple of casual love interests, but nothing that involved permanent entanglements. The two ladies I altered between were divorced and about my age. The feelings growing for Katie were different and I found myself fantasizing about this girl who could have been my daughter.
    
We were both vulnerable in our on ways. Were we both taking advantage of our vulnerability? Did I care? I knew the answer to that question.
    
I called the number Katie had included in one of her emails.
    
“Hello Katie? This is Cory.”
    
“Hi. What’s up? So good to hear your voice.”
    
“It’s good to hear yours, too.” After an awkward pause I blurted, “May I take you to dinner?” I was sure she saw my red face over the phone. There was a pause and I said to myself, well that was dumb.
    
“Yes. Just say when and where.”
    
My heart jumped. The next evening, I picked her up and we had a lovely meal complete with laughter and conversation you’d expect from a couple who’d been together a while. She shared stories of her family, her schooling, sports, dance, and a little about past loves. I was a little more guarded, but did share about my wife and dealing with her loss.
    
By the time I walked Katie to her apartment door, I was dizzy under her spell. I gave her a peck on the lips like we were teenagers on our first date. She smiled. “It’s early. Won’t you come in?”
    
Once inside, we had a glass of wine on the couch and then it felt like someone pulled a trigger. We kissed. Really kissed.
    
A few minutes later, Katie stood and offered her hand. I was confused but placed my hand in hers. She walked me to her bedroom.
    
“Would you give me a massage?” she asked, and then without pausing for an answer, “I’ll be right back.”
    
I sat on her bed in the dark. Two minutes later she came back wearing a white terrycloth robe. I was a little startled but not nearly as startled as what happened next. She crawled onto the bed lying face down.  She tossed the terrycloth off of her shoulders and slid it to her waist. I stared at the outline of her form in the dim light from the next room and began rubbing her shoulders.
    
After a minute, “My lower back please.” I rubbed her lower back finding my fingers dangerously close to the cloth that covered what I thought had to be a finely toned set of legs. I let my hands venture to the upper part of her buttocks and they rose slightly with approval.
    
“You’re so good at this. Would you do my legs?” She pulled the robe up past her knees. I began rubbing the backs of her shins and thighs, careful not to approach the towel. I was impressed with the muscly feel of her legs, probably a result of years in dance classes. Several minutes passed and I wondered if she’d fallen asleep.
    
Then, without warning she rolled over on her back. It was like the opening of a beautiful garden gate. I sat in stunned silence.
    
Then she whispered, “I think you need to get more comfortable.”
    
Within a few moments I was kneeling beside her, much more comfortable, and with a growing firmness in a particular region of my body. Katie turned her eyes toward me and smiled. “Would your rub my neck?”
    
I placed my fingers around her pink cheeks and let them slide down her neck and shoulders several times in a slow rhythm. She purred softly and closed her eyes.
    
Then, my hands rubbed in little circles around her protruding clavicle bone before sliding down her silk skin to the gap between her breasts. I rested my fingers there as my palms noted the firmness of her breasts on either side. I felt the crisp pat pat pat, of her racing heart behind her sternum.
    
Her eyes remained closed as my mine feasted on the open view of her. I leaned over to turn on her bedside lamp. She didn’t stir at all. Now I saw clearly the reddish brown nipples perched atop her breasts, reminding me of ripe figs. I remembered my wife nursing our children as infants more than twenty years before. I felt dizzy with the thought of this young body one day nursing her own. I leaned down and tasted her by letting my tongue circle her firm nip. She was warm and had a flowery smell. She hummed a descending soft moan that my lips felt from her chest.
    
I shook my head and breathed deep to ward off my dizziness. My fingers slid down across her ribs stopping on her stomach. I pressed my palms gently down to feel her athletic firmness. Only a strong frame could hold in this girl’s growing generous soul. I wondered what other hands had been here, knowing full well that I was not her first.
    
My fingers slid farther south and felt light hairs above her most precious part and thought of her parents, probably watching TV together after dinner, oblivious to the adventures their older daughter was up to. My fingers began to toy lightly with the longer hairs and then her slender legs spread slowly. I caught a whiff of sweet yeasty bouquet mixed with bath powder. I moved between her legs still kneeling, but letting my palms now press the inside tops of her legs in a circling motion, lightly touching her public mound with each rotation.  
    
Her hands moved to my cock and rubbed up and down as I knelt washing my hands across her lower body to appreciate her slender form. Without warning and with her eyes still closed, her pelvic bone moved skyward and she led me in.
    
I felt the sudden warm clasp of her flesh on the pink crown of my cock and paused, looking down to see where I entered. God, what a sight! This firm creation lying before me in surrender! I felt both privilege and a sense of hesitation. I noticed the maple frame and family photo I'd seen in the craft store sitting on her bed stand. It seemed like all eyes were on me as I feasted on one of their treasured member's unbridled affection. It seemed much more than I deserved and a little dishonest, too.
    
As I surveyed her angel face with eyes still closed in trust, I thought of my own daughter. What was it that Katie must be feeling right now and could my daughter have similar feelings at this tender age? I felt overwhelmed by the beauty of this human frame I was on the verge of piercing, and the vast mysteries it held.  
    
What fires burned within Katie’s young body?  Was she possessed by instinctive animal desires for reproduction or an uncontrollable wish for immortality? Was she trying to fill a missing piece in her psyche? Was she latching onto me, an older man, as a way of binding her life to my history and legacy of love and family? These thoughts flashed through my mind, but the weight of what was now in motion could not be denied. My mind and eyes moved away from the photo and back to focus on the heat that surrounded my cock's head, still positioned for entry. There was no turning back.
    
I let the weight of my body ease me slowly down into warm syrupy fluids that her young body had prepared. She sighed softly. Our eyes met as we welded ourselves into one flesh. Her face blushed as our eyes held locked together. I felt her heels tapping my sides and saw that her knees were high and wide in open surrender. I began to thrust carefully and her small frame moved beneath me. Her head slid up and down on her pillow in unison with the dance of our lower bodies. My motion was slow and steady, as I did not want this to end.
    
I kissed Katie and noticed beads of sweat on her forehead I kissed across her brow and tasted her salt. I kissed her freckly nose and just below her eyes. Her cool fingers brought my face to hers and our tongues danced as our pelvic bones pressed together firmly.
    
I cupped my hands over her apple-sized breasts thinking of the moment I saw her at the craft store and her sweet, questioning smile. I heard the tone of her voice and marveled that a mere six days later, I was submerged in this amazing and unique human specimen.
    
Our rollercoaster ride was surely nearing an end, though I was rather pleased with my tenacity. The repeated gentle electric tingles emitted from her center were leaving me intoxicated and dizzy. She had an athletic clutch unlike any I’d felt before. There was inner movement that mirrored our outward dance. Every sixth or eighth thrust she would press up hard and hold me with a quick shiver and the sweet look of delight as her pursed lips panted frantically. I welcomed her hot sweet-smelling breath against my face.
    
Finally I whispered, “I’m coming.” She looked in my eyes and said clearly, “Stay inside of me” as her heels pressed my sides. Her clutch then grew stronger than before and I pushed hard to penetrate as she moaned with approval.
    
Then it happened. I felt the not-so-familiar rush of light channeling from the back of my neck down my spine and blowing through my crotch in the strong vibrations of flowing cum streaming into her body. Six thrusts flowed into her accompanied by my six low moans of pleasure. In the short pauses between each pulsation, it felt like I was cracking the door to another level of human existence.
    
When I thought my load was spent, I pulled out and fell on her stomach. Slowly one last stream flowed over her skin and she gave a girlish giggle as my warm fluid smeared just above her pubic hairs. We stayed embraced for several minutes before she spoke.
    
“This will not be our last,” she whispered. I smiled, still feeling the fluids between our skin, and said, “Not our last, no.”