Long Time No See (closed)

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Justin Alexander, 42, finished his last client call of the week and stopped off at one of his favorite bars for a couple of drinks . . . never know who you might run into, preferable a young lady looking for a 'good time" like he was. Justin had been married and divorced, no kids . . . he was so intent on making it big in the Internet security consulting business that his neglect of his wife and finally driven her into someone else's bed . . . 10 years ago.

Five years ago, he left one company and moved to a smaller company, but with greater responsibilities and a bigger paycheck . . . and annual bonuses. His ex got the house in the burbs and the cars . . . but at least no monthly alimony payments.

He was able to buy a condo on the upper floor of one the city's choicest towers . . . great view in all directions, and high enough that there were no neighbors who could see what was going on in his condo.

Looking toward the door, he sees a gorgeous young lady walk in . . . something about her gets his attention . . . his mind starts working, trying to figure out who she is . . . very familiar . . . Ahhhhhhhh, now I know . . .. can't remember her first name, but I worked with her Dad several years ago, and she was hot then . . . now she is just gorgeous

Walking up to her . . . "Long time, no see"
 
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Natalie Maxwell was exhausted after a long day. It was tough being the youngest top selling real estate agent in the city, but if her father had taught her anything it was that you either went big or you went home. She had successfully closed on two properties and had a great tip for another huge sale, but what would be a celebratory day was capped by the unending stress from her ex. They had lived together for 5 years until she walked in him in bed with another woman. The past month had been filled with a constant stream of fights and apologies.

Stopping at a bar close to her last appointment, Natalie decided that she was going to have a glass of wine or two and then call it a day. She had already pulled her auburn hair down from the bun it had been in all day and let it fall down around her shoulder. It looked messy, but who cared? As she stood at the bar and waited for her wine, she felt the eyes of the guys behind her looking her over her shapely body in the curve hugging dress she wore that day. Normally she might give a little wiggle of her ass for them or depending on her mood, a go to hell look. But tonight... well... tonight she just didn't care either way.

"Long time, no see."

She turned and was hit with an alarming sense of deja vu. She started to push past the man standing in front of her, but then she looked at his face, "Justin!" Her face broke out into a smile. "Long time, no see is right!" Maybe the night wouldn't be so bad after all...
 
"Natalie, is it really you?"

"I haven't seen you since I left your dad's company and went to work for his competitor. What have you been up to? I'll grab us a table, unless you have other plans."

Really hoping that there are no other plans and no husband or boyfriend waiting at home . I thought she was really cute when I worked with her dad, but now, 10 years later, she is gorgeous, and the dress she is wearing accentuates every curve . . . and with her hair loose on her shoulders, pretty damn sexy . . .

Not really waiting for an answer, I reach for your elbow and start steering your toward a table in the corner; all the window tables are taken. Stopping the waitress, "When you have a minute, I'm sure we will be ready for another drink."
 
Settling herself in the booth, Natalie laughed, "No, I don't have plans." She scooted over so Justin could sit next to her. "To answer your question, I have been up to selling real estate. Finished college and got my license. What have you been up to since you and Daddy parted ways?"

She looked over at him with her bright green eyes. Damn. Still handsome after all this time, she thought. Maybe even better! She had always thought Justin was good looking when he was partnered with father, but of course that would have been a mess. He probably thought she was too young then. Well, he probably thought she was too young now. And he was married if she remembered correctly. She sighed inwardly. At least it would be fun to catch up with him.
 
Rather than taking the seat across from Natalie, I slide in next to her; damn, she has turned into a beautiful woman. "What have you been up to since you and Daddy parted ways?"

Might as well get the elephant in the room out of the way first. "When I left your father's company, I knew I was taking a chance with a new organization that was just getting started. So, using everything your Dad taught me, I did everything I could think of to help them get started in the business. I'm not sure what your Dad thinks of me - he was pretty upset when I told him I was leaving his company; we haven't really seen each other since I left. I know his company is still very successful."

"The bottom line is that I spent so much time developing a client base that I focused all of my energy on the business - and after a couple of years Courtney decided that our neighbor was looking pretty good, so she kicked me out, he sold his house, and she kept the house, the cars, and the neighbor."

"I bought a condo here in the city . . . just down the street in the new Tower Complex, two floors below the penthouse suite . . . I use public transportation most of the time, but I do have a Porsche when I want to get out of town for the weekend . . ."

"You'll have to come up sometime and see the view . . . since you're in real estate, you can tell me if I got a good deal or not."
 
"To say Daddy was upset you left is an understatement. But he calmed down. I think secretly he's proud of you. He knows where you learned your trade," Natalie said with a reassuring hand on Justin's leg. She took a sip of her wine before continuing, leaving her hand where it was. "I'm sorry about Courtney as well. You were always too good for her though. Her loss." Is hopefully my gain, she thought.

"Maybe I can come check out your new place some time. I haven't had any clients interested in the Towers yet, but I hear they are nice. Most of my sales are houses and large estates. That's where the money is around here." She repositioned herself in the booth so she was turned more toward Justin and demurely removed her had from his leg. She knew at this angle he could check her out... if he wanted to, of course.
 
Since I have laid out my current marital status, it's only fair that I find out what is happening with Natalie. Her hand on my thigh as she talked to me was unexpected, but certainly enjoyed, and I was a bit disappointed when she removed it, but as she turned in the booth to face me, her dress tightened over her body giving me a better view of her chest and tight torso. Actually, in walking to the booth, I took the opportunity to appraise her ass . . . and being 'the ass and leg man' that I am, I was impressed.

"So, Natalie, what's up with you in the 'guy department'? I can't imagine that you don't have a full little black book of your own."

Since both of us are in businesses that require a direct approach - consulting and real estate sales - I'm pretty confident that she will not be offended by my direct approach to her current status.

Sensing some hesitation on Natalie's face . . . maybe I have stepped too far . . .
 
Of course it was an inevitable question. Just one she was trying to forget she thought. She could feel her body tense as she spoke, "I just recently got out of a long relationship. I walked in on him screwing some one else in our bed. Of course, he left me for her, but then when she did the same thing to him, he wanted to come crawling back. The past few weeks have been filled with apologies, flowers and so on that I don't want. He's just a constant presence that's become annoying." The words spilled from her mouth.

Natalie looked at Justin, "Oh damn it. I'm sorry. That's more than you needed to know." She took another sip of her wine, and while it felt good to actually tell some one what has been happening, the tense coil in her body wouldn't unwind.
 
"I'm sorry that happened to you; no one deserves to be treated like that . . . I didn't mean to open that mess for you to talk about."

I can see that she is still uptight about even telling me what happened Seeing that your wine glass is almost empty, I rest my hand on your arm, "Do you want to get something to eat here; they have some pretty good burgers. Or, maybe you have someplace close by that is a little quieter where we can have dinner?"

Running into someone from my past, especially Natalie, was not what I had in mind when I came in here tonight; honestly, I was looking for the 'bimbo of the night' to take back to my condo and screw the night away with.

As the conversation lagged a bit, I couldn't help but "check her out" a little more. As she had told me her story, the tight skirt had crept a bit more up over her knee, revealing a very nice thigh. It was tempting to rest my hand there, but that was probably a bit presumptuous at this time . . .
 
Natalie smiled up at Justin, using her free hand to cover his. "No. Don't worry about it. I'm sorry I just randomly spilled my guts!" She gently leaned over and playfully nudged him. "Some company I'm turning out to be, huh? Tell you what... let's get some thing to go and take it back to your place. Two birds, one stone and all that." She crossed her legs, causing the skirt of her dress to rise a little higher. "My treat even." She pulled the arm their hands were resting on casually way so they innocently landed resting on her thigh.
 
A bit surprised at her suggestion (hoping the surprise doesn't register too much on his face), Justin squeezes her thigh gently . . . "You're on. What you gotta a taste for . . . we have all kinds of choices between here and the Towers. I took a cab today to my appointments, so if you have your car here, we can stop and pick up some food. I have 2 car spots available in the garage so you can park there. If not, it's only a couple of blocks to walk."

Handing the waitress enough cash to cover the tab and a nice tip, I reach for your hand as we walk out of the bar. Pleasantly surprised as your let me take your hand . . . really is nice to see you after such a long time . . .
 
Twining her fingers comfortably through Justin's, Natalie followed him out of the bar. "Sushi? Chinese?" she said hopefully. "I'm on foot today. Took the subway and have walked or taken a cab most of the day too. Your place isn't far and the night is nice. Let's just walk." She squeezed his hand comfortably.

She had seen the surprised look on his face in the bar. Was she reading the signs wrong? Maybe he was just being friendly... his old partner's daughter. An old friend. He probably did still think she was too young for him.
 
"There's a great Chinese take-out just across the street from my building; I usually stop there at least once or twice a week. I've got several selections of wine in the condo." As we walk slowly down the street, the conversation flows easily, both of us remembering interesting times with her Dad when she would be visiting him at the office while I was still working for him.

Reaching the corner and waiting for the light to change, I drop your hand and wrap my arm around your shoulder, pulling you in a little closer . . . "Natalie, I am so happy I ran into you tonight. I have often wondered what you were up to, but didn't feel like I could call your dad and ask him."

Actually, I had thought about her a lot more since Courtney started playing house with the neighbor. I was always attracted to Natalie, but figured she probably looked at me as the "other old man" in her Dad's company . . . guess we're going to have to talke about that before too long.
 
Natalie smiled as Justin pulled her closer and she slipped her arm around his waist as they walked. When they neared the Chinese place, she looked up at him and smiled. She lightly pressed her body into his and batted her beautiful green eyes. "I'm glad I ran into you too. Now let's get something to eat! I'm starving!" she said pulling him into the restaurant.

Later as they rode the elevator up to his penthouse, she had her arm comfortably slipped through his. "I'm looking forward to seeing your place. If the lobby is any indication, you really have a nice place."
 
Pointing her toward the kitchen, "Shouldn't be too hard to find the plates and the silverware. The winerack is next to the fridge, or there are a couple of bottles already cold in the fridge. I'm going to get rid of this suit and tie . . . be back in a couple of minutes."

Heading down the hall to the master suite, I get rid of the business attire. Grabbing a casual pair of khakis and knit shirt . . . finding my way back to the kitchen to see that you have found everything we need to dig in.

Walking up behind you as you pick out a bottle of wine . . ."Good choice! How about we take our plates into the TV room . .. there is a fantastic view of the city in there." Before you can pick up your plate, I put my finger under your chin and lean over and give you a soft kiss on the lips . . .
 
Natalie was momentarily taken by surprise... the kiss was very unexpected but very welcome. She slipped her hands to Justin's hips and pulled him closer to her. She gently returned the kiss, afraid to push him much further. Breaking the kiss, she kept her hold on him, but looked up at him. "I've want you to do that for ten years now," she whispered. And I don't want to you stop, she thought.
 
"Nat, I've wanted to kiss you for at least as long; but I always thought there was too much of an age difference . . . and honestly, I was afraid your Dad would cut my balls off if he found out I had a 'crush' on his daughter."

"Hey, we better eat before this food gets cold . . . I don't want to listen to growling stomachs for the rest of the evening."

Honestly, I could skip the food and cuddle up with you on the couch and look out over the city, but I know that if this is going anywhere, it needs to go slow . . . real slow, especially since your breakup is pretty recent . . . and although I have been divorced for a few years, no serious relationships have developed and I want to make sure that my next one is real!!
 
Natalie breathed a sigh of relief realizing Justin felt the same way. "Age is just a number. Although you are right about Daddy. He would killed us both 10 years ago." She looked up at him in thought for a moment and then laughed, "Okay he would have just chopped your balls off and then locked me away until I was 60."

She kissed him lightly on the lips again, "Dinner it is." She released him and turned to grab their plates. The had kicked her shoes off at some point and pad barefoot to the TV room. She looked back at him over her shoulder, "Coming?"
 
"Right behind you." Grabbing the bottle of chilled wine you set out on the counter and a couple of glasses, I follow you and fill the glasses before sitting beside you. Leaving the lights down low so that we can enjoy the city lights stretched out in front of us.

Both are pretty quiet for a few minutes; what happened in the kitchen is beginning to sink in for both of us. In my mind, as much as I want you to stay the night, I don't think it is a good idea . . . this happened out of the blue because we were both in the same place at the same time . . . so I'm tellng myself to take it easy. Enjoy getting to know each other again. This is not a one-night stand, so don't blow it . . . at least that is what I am telling myself.

Watching you trying to get comfortable in your business dress, "Hey, Nat, I've got some sweat pants and over-sized t-shirts if you want to change into something a little more relaxing . . . up to you."

"And, whenever you're ready to head back to your place, just say the word, and I'll drive you there." Leaving it at that for now, not wanting to put any pressure on you to move faster than you want.

Taking another drink of the wine . . . "Damn, Nat . . . can you believe how this day ended for both of us?"
 
"I'll take you up on that something more comfortable offer," Natalie said rising. In the bedroom she slipped into one of Justin's t-shirts he'd given her leaving her cream colored lace bra and panties on. It stopped mid-thigh. Without even bothering with the sweatpants, she laid her dress over the back of a chair. She peered through the window, admiring the view, pleased with where the night was going. This was not some impulse or rebound. She'd wanted this for years.

Returning to the TV room where Justin sat on the couch, she sat down beside him, tucking her legs under her. She nestled close to him and turned her face up to him, "No. I can't believe how the day turned out, but I'm very glad that it has worked out the way it did."
 
While Natalie was changing, Justin took the plates into the kitchen and refilled their wine glasses. About one more glass was all he could handle if he was going to be driving her home later; heading back to the couch, he flipped on his high-tech sound system, pre-programmed to one of the local "smooth jazz" stations. Just as he settled into the couch, he heard the bedroom door open and Natalie walked back into the room .

Justin was a little surprised when Natalie came back to the TV room with just his t-shirt on; yes, it did come down to mid-thigh like a short skirt, but damn!!! But when she nestled in against him and the t-shirt rode up and exposed her thigh . . . "All I can say is, that t-shirt looks a hell of a lot better on you than it does on me."

With her face tilted up toward him, and her lips so inviting . . . I lean over and begin a soft kiss, but this one lasts a bit longer than the one in the kitchen and quickly becomes more passionate . . . my left arm wraps around your shoulder and pulls you closer, and my right hand caresses your cheek . . .
 
Natalie smiled at Justin's reaction to her in just the T-shirt. Mission accomplished, she thought. She felt herself melting as he began to kiss her again. Shifting as he drew her close, she turned keeping one leg tucked beneath her but draped the other over his left leg. She could feel the urgency and heat behind his kisses and ran her tongue gently across his lips in invitation. Her hand rested lightly on his chest. She could feel her pulse quickening. Never in a million years did she think this would be happening.
 
Justin is still trying to think with his brain, but this young lady next to him is certainly causing his brain to lose control of his actions . . . a bare leg draped across his, her tongue licking across his lips . . . he should have never offered his t-shirt and sweats for her to be "more comfortable".

As her tongue flicks across his lips, he opens his mouth slightly and his tongue darts out to meet hers . . . and the hand that was tracing a pattern on her cheek moves to her leg that is draped over his . . . a bare leg that feels so soft and good . . .

Pulling back for a moment, "Are you sure about this, Natalie?"

Even while asking the question, my hand continues to caress your naked thigh, creeping slightly higher and higher . . .
 
Natalie felt alive and on fire. This was Justin she was finally kissing. She felt him pull back and hesitate, asking I she was sure. She placed a hand on his that was sliding up her thigh. She looked him dead in the eyes, "Justin, I've never been so sure of anything. This is something I've wanted for a very long time and knowing that you do too is incredible. I can understand your hesitation though. This is not a one time thing for me. I'm serious. If you are."

She untangled herself from his arms and stood, "If you doubt my sincerity, I understand. And if you think it's too much too soon, I get that too. I'll go change, grab a cab, and be on my way. No hard feelings." Shr stood looking down at him with her immense green eyes silently praying he would not send her on her way.
 
What do I do now . . . I don't want her to leave . . . and if I stand up, she is going to see that I already have an erection, just in case she hadn't felt it pressing against her leg that was draped over mine on the couch.

God, with those beautiful green eyes staring at me, what else can I do . . I know what i should do, but that thought left a lonnngggg time ago . . . the minute she walked in the condo with me . .

Standing up, and adjusting myself as much as possible (like she won't notice that I am rearranging my cock in my slacks) . . . I pull her to me and lean down to kiss her again, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close . . . this time not holding back on the passion of the kiss . . . her body molded against mine, hard nipples poking thru her bra and t-shirt . . .

"How's that for an answer?" Taking you by the hand and starting down the hall toward the bedroom . . .
 
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