I had celebrated my fiftieth birthday two days earlier, and now I was relaxing by the pool of a luxurious Caribbean hotel, nursing my second pina colada of the afternoon. Nursing might not be the appropriate word for it as my doctor had warned me about the use of alcohol and my heart condition, stressing that they did not go hand in hand.
Oh, I was free to drink in moderation, mind you, but not excessively. The problem now of course was, here in the balmy Caribbean, drinking was almost second nature, and with a heart condition, most other pastimes were out of the question. But I was adhering to the doctor's advice and keeping my drinking to a minimum of four to five cocktails a day. It was four in the afternoon, so you can see why I was nursing the damned drink.
It was enjoyable sitting there watching the young lovelies sauntering past in their bikini's. I can tell you this, the younger the woman it seemed the smaller the bikini. Just then two girls sidled past wearing nothing but strings and some delicately placed beads. Yes, they managed to avoid nudity, but there were moments as they walked past me that each and every part of their anatomy was revealed to me.
So there I was, sipping gingerly at the dammed pina colada and squirming around trying to made a comfortable adjustment to my newly risen erection when another well-tanned woman walked past. I reckoned her age to be in the early forties, and thought to myself that she looked damn good in the red and white bikini she wore.
Imagine my surprise when she stopped next to chaise lounge I lay on, removed her sunglasses and said: "Orin, is that you?"
What followed transpired quickly. I really hadn't gotten a good look at her face as she was standing with the sun behind her, her face essentially a silhouette. The voice was familiar, and obviously she knew me. Who was this woman? I asked myself while at the same time my brain seemed to register a familiarity in her facial features as my eyes slowly became accustomed to the brightness.
"Yes, that's me," I said, "but you seem to have the advantage on me." I was struggling to place her, but the moment she smiled, I remembered!
"Addie! Is it really you!" I gasped, and hurriedly sat up, knocking over the damned pina colada in the process. Laughing, she put her hands up to her mouth and nodded as the memories came flooding back.
"Why, it must be twenty years or more..." And I left it there.
She reached out and took my hand. I covered hers with mine and as images of her as she looked back then flooded through my memory I felt the heat fill my loins.
Addie glanced down as women are wont to do when they seek to find out how they are being perceived by an admirer. In short, she looked at my crotch and noted the telling bulge, and had the decency to blush through the deep tan.
"Orin, it is wonderful to see you again. I never expected it. What a wonderful surprise!"
"Sit!" I said, "I'll order you a drink. We have a thousand things to talk about."
"I know, I know," she replied. "But 'I've really got to be somewhere in a few minutes. But we must get together and catch up. Are you doing anything this evening? Perhaps we could have dinner together?"
"That would be perfect," I said, and followed with, "Here, at the hotel?"
"That suits me fine," Addie replied then leaned down and kissed me on the cheek, and she was gone, walking briskly away from me to her appointment with whomever.
My mind was awhirl with thoughts and memories. Who might she be meeting wearing that bikini? Is that really any of my business? I couldn't concentrate on anything but Addie the remainder of the afternoon. I was so wrapped up in thinking about her that I paid no attention to the many nearly naked beauties passing by.
After all these years to see her again!
For the remainder of the day I couldn't concentrate. She didn't look a bit like I would have expected. I would have thought she'd be frumpier; that she'd have lost those slender legs that I lusted after, after all she had to be what – forty or forty-five. And that only reminded me that I was about ten years older than she. Yet I had seen with my own eyes just how attractive she was – the bikini she had worn wouldn't have hidden the tiniest blemish. She was in fantastic shape for any age.
I had another pina colada, after all, I'd spilled the second, and so this was merely a replacement and not a third, (read excessive) drink. Images of our friendship passed through my mind: Addie had worked for a small company that leased office space in my building. Oh, not 'my' building, I mean my firms building. I was an up and coming executive with them. I would rise to a vice president level before leaving to start my own public relations firm, but I'm meandering and should get back to the point, which is of course, Addie and how we met.
I should add a word about myself – the me of that time. I was not an introvert, nor was I exactly an extrovert, I was probably somewhere in the middle. I dated young women on a regular basis and had a reasonable amount of success with them. (Which means I bedded about twenty percent of them.) But in my particular building with one exception the women were aloof, or unfriendly, hardly acknowledging me when I spoke or smiled at them. The exception was a lovely dark-haired beauty who never failed to greet me with a warm smile and a remark whenever we encountered one another. She was fairly tall, but slim almost to the point of being skinny, with enormous limpid dark eyes that sucked me in if I gazed at them too long. She also had a pair of magnificent breasts that took all my willpower to refrain from gawking at when we did meet.
Her name was Addie. She was perhaps twenty-four and had a college degree in Psychology, but unfortunately in those days she had to settle for a less than well-paid job as a secretarial assistant and part-time translator; one might suspect the infamous glass ceiling prejudice, I suppose.
We soon became firm if intermittent friends, meeting perhaps 2 or 3 times a week in the corridors to chat, and I admit I sometimes scheduled my wanderings in the hope of bumping into her. One day I asked her to join me for lunch and she rewarded me with a winning smile and an acceptance that had me walking on air. We ended up in the building's cafeteria, had the dried out meatloaf and laughed about it instead of complaining. I learned she was planning on getting married in three months and looking forward to starting a family.
I hid my true feelings and wished her the best, but I think she saw through me, although she said nothing further about it.
We continued our platonic relationship, even exchanging intimacies about our respective relationships – me with the various girls I was dating and my struggles to get into their pants, which Addie found hilarious. And Addie's confession that while she thoroughly enjoyed sex with her fiancé, it was always hurried sex because they only met at his home, (her parents hated him, and refused to allow him in their home) and, while his parents were happy about the coming marriage, they were always in close proximity.
Infatuated as I was with Addie, I wondered about this strange situation, of course. Why did her parents hate him? Was that what made her want to marry him? But while I pondered these questions and more, time passed and the wedding date grew nearer.
It was on our last lunch together; I had arranged a little deli-picnic for us in the park. It was spring, and Addie wore a light-weight coat to the park, but as she prepared to sit down she removed it and I saw she had worn a white sweater and more importantly, had removed the bra she'd had on earlier that morning. Her darkened areola was quite visible under the thin cotton sweater. It was as if after all our meetings she had decided to reveal her breasts to me before getting married.
She laughed delightedly on seeing my stunned look, and said, "So, Orin, how do I compare with all those girls you've bedded these last few months?"
"You ... you're more beautiful than all of them together, Addie."
My eyes were fixed on those nipples that seemed to be growing bigger every second. Addie laughed delightedly and said, "Oh, look how you're staring, Orin. You're giving them hardons. See for yourself." Still laughing, she pointed to each nipple in turn.
Taking that as permission to touch, I reached out and carefully ran my palm over each hardened nipple in turn. Addie drew in her breath then slowly released it as her smile grew larger and larger. Her hand dropped to my lap and lightly brushed over my erection. "I'm glad to see I have that kind of effect on you too."
"Addie ... I started to say.
"No," she said quickly, reading my mind. "I we can't do it. I'm getting married and you are coming to the wedding. Hump one of my bridesmaids, I've told them about you. They're pretty girls and eager to ... meet you."
And that was that ... almost.
I went to the wedding and thoroughly enjoyed myself. Her husband was a nice enough chap. I might have liked him under other circumstances, but he'd taken Addie from me and for that I couldn't forgive him.
I did get to dance with Addie, and during the dance she whispered that I should ask the red-headed bridesmaid to dance and giggled, "She's hot for you, really she is."
I followed her instructions and twenty minutes later found myself in a closet with the redheads legs wrapped around my waist as we fucked ourselves silly.
.... There is more of this story ...