Chapter 2: Another Encounter

I was sitting in my home office, working on the laptop that I use only for work when suddenly my personal computer ‘dinged’ indicating that I had a new email. I was not in the middle of anything too involved, so I slid my chair back over to the desk where my personal computer sits and moved the mouse to wake up the screen.

Sure enough, the top listing in my Inbox was in bold, indicating that it was a new email. I studied the email address before opening it as I did not immediately recognize the sender. There were no attachments so I assumed it would be safe to open the mail if there were no links to click inside. There was something about the email address that kept intriguing me, as it seemed familiar, but I just could not quite place it...” KNaylor@gmail.com.”

I opened the email and began to read, “Hello, Renee. I know it has been some time since we met but I have finally found my way back to the states and I promised that I would contact you,” the note started.

KNaylor, why does that seem so familiar and who would I have met recently that promised they would contact me? I meet people all the time at the companies that I consult for, but I could not remember anyone that said they were going to contact me. I continued to read.

“I would be remiss if I did not tell you that I have thought about that evening so many times since we ran into each other at the cemetery in Pilsner,” the note continued. “My work kept me in Europe much longer than I anticipated and I did not want to contact you until I was back in the States, as that was what we agreed I would do.”

Suddenly, it became very clear that KNaylor was Kevin Naylor, the gentleman that I had met two months ago, while I was in the Czech Republic visiting the grave of Becky Stepanek, an acquaintance of mine and a very dear friend of my sister’s. I suppose when I did not hear from him right away, I dismissed the event as just another notch on his bedpost, even though it had been one of the most romantic and passionate evenings of my life.

I continued to read his note, “When we left each other that next morning, I asked if it would be alright for me to contact you when I returned to the States and you accepted and gave me your contact information. I decided that an email might be the best way to contact you, as a phone call might have freaked you out or you might not have answered if you did not recognize the number,” his note continued.

I was a bit humored by his note as he continued to be the consummate gentleman, sending me an email rather than calling because he thought a phone call would freak me out. My word, I thought, this guy is certainly one for the ages. When I did not hear from him after I got back from Europe, I began to wonder if all that gentlemanly routine was just an act to charm me and get into my panties. Maybe he really is a gentleman all the time, I thought, and kept reading.

“As we discussed that morning before we parted, I have a house in Austin that I live in part of the year, so we are practically neighbors,” he continued. “I am in Austin now and not sure whether you are in town or not, or whether you have plans or not, but I would love to see you again. Maybe just have dinner and catch up with what has been going on with each other since we last saw each other.”

Now, I was getting interested as he indicated that he wanted to see me again. That time we spent together at the cemetery, then in the café and ultimately in his hotel room had been a most interesting adventure for me. As I drove away that next morning, I certainly hoped we would have an opportunity to see each other again and here he was, suggesting we get together. I could not read the rest of his note fast enough so that I could return his email and we could make plans to get together as I wanted to see him again as well.

His note continued, “Please reply to my message and tell me that you are as interested in seeing me again as I am interested in seeing you. I have no plans this weekend as I left the time open while visiting Austin, in hopes that we could get together. If you are not in town currently, please let me know when you will be back in town so that I can schedule another trip to Austin so we can try again then.”

He signed the note, ‘Respectfully, Kevin’ and I thought my heart had skipped a beat. Of all the sappy ways that he could have signed his note, he chose the most gentlemanly way possible. I could not hit the Reply button fast enough. I leaned back in my chair, and thought for a moment, what exactly do I want and what do I want to tell him? There was no doubt that I would like to see him again, just to see him and to see how we might interact this time without the emotional attachment of visiting his former lover’s gravesite.

“Kevin,” I began, “it was actually quite nice to hear from you as I wondered whether I ever would or not. You make an acquaintance in Europe, you share a wonderful time together and you agree to see each other when you get back home, but you really wonder whether it would or could really happen. I would be lying if I did not admit to replaying that night in bed over and over, for the first couple of weeks after it happened. However, time went by and I did not hear from you, and all sorts of ideas went through my head as to why I had not heard from you,” I typed.

“Now, to have an email pop up in my Inbox has brought a smile to my face and an anticipation of perhaps seeing you again. We spent so little time together, yet really did so much. I feel like I know you, but I don’t really. I drove away that morning, telling myself that I wanted to know more about Kevin Naylor, and was hoping that I would get that opportunity,” I continued to type, the words jumping off my fingertips.

“As luck would have it, I am home in Austin, and have no plans for the weekend,” I continued. “It would be terrific to get together over dinner and to catch up with you. That time we spent in Pilsner turned out to be a very intense moment in my life, partly because of visiting Becky, but mostly because of the time I spent with you,” I typed. I wondered if bringing up Becky would bring up thoughts that would dampen his mood and change his mind about seeing me again. I chose to let the phrase stay, as I wanted to be honest with him. Becky was an important part of his life and neither of us could change that.

“The weather is supposed to be beautiful tomorrow, so how about if we meet at a restaurant for lunch where we could sit outside, enjoy the weather and hopefully, enjoy each other’s company,” I continued. I did not want to be too forward, but I also wanted to convey my sincere interest in seeing him again and spending time with him. I had no idea whether he was interested in pursuing a relationship with anyone, much less me, or whether perhaps he was already in a relationship with someone and just wanted to catch up as friends.

“As an Austin denizen, I am sure you know about the Oasis out at Lake Travis,” I typed. “Would you want to meet there for a late lunch, say 2pm when it won’t be crowded with lunch goers and before those that come out for sundown. I can meet you there and we can have a slow leisurely lunch and catch up with each other.”

I sat back in my chair and re-read what I had typed to make sure it sounded alright and to give me a moment to catch my breath and make sure that this is what I wanted to do. In the short time that we spent together, Kevin had turned out to be one of the most interesting people that I had ever met, and it was so easy to talk to him. I also could not get out of my mind the incredibly intense orgasms he gave me that night with his fingers and tongue, with absolutely no thought of having an orgasm himself. I leaned forward and hit the ‘Send’ button, hoping I would hear from him and that he did in fact, want to get together.

I turned the volume up on my computer so that it would be easier to hear the notification that I had mail and went back to what I had been doing on my work computer. I quickly found myself daydreaming and going back and reliving the time that we had spent together. Not just the incredible passion that he had exhibited in bed at pleasing me, but also how incredibly kind and polite he appeared the entire time we were together. He had turned out to be a very interesting man and one that I hoped to get to know better.

I was not sure where I was mentally, as far as a potential relationship might be. I was divorced for a little over two years now, had dated some, and kept up my intimate relationships with a couple of girlfriends. I wondered how Kevin would react when he found out I was bisexual and whether that would scare him off, or if he would turn into a typical “hound dog” male, excited at the thought of seeing two women in bed together. Wait, what was I thinking? Our relationship might not even get to the point where it would be necessary to reveal that aspect of my life?

I don’t know how long I had been sitting there thinking instead of working, but the loud ‘ding’ from my computer brought me back to Earth quickly. Eagerly, I again rolled over to my personal computer and looked at my Inbox. Sure enough, there was another email from Kevin and my hand was shaking as I grabbed the mouse to open his newest message.

“Renee,” his message started, “What a delight to have received a message back from you so soon. I think lunch at the Oasis would be perfect. I live really close to the Oasis and can certainly meet you there at 2pm. I cannot wait to see you again, and hope the feeling is mutual. See you tomorrow at two. –K”

So, there it was. We were going to get together again, this time on purpose. I immediately got up and went to my closet to think about what I might wear to see him. It was supposed to be sunny and warm on Saturday, not hot, just pleasant. Did I want to wear something provocative or plainer and more subdued? I had a couple of sundresses that I always thought looked good on me. One was quite sexy and would require that I go braless, the other one was also quite nice but a bit more demure. I chose the plainer dress as I did not want to appear too forward and wanted to just show him that I could dress nicely and hopefully show myself off to my best advantage. Sandals for sure, and maybe I would pull my hair back into a ponytail.

I was already getting nervous about seeing Kevin again, but it seemed to be an excited nervous, not a scared nervous. I went back to my office and continued what I was doing before Kevin emailed me. After I finished my work, I went downstairs and continued my Friday night routine of just relaxing after a busy week of work. I felt like a kid waiting for Santa Claus, as I could not wait for Saturday afternoon to get here.

I went to bed and picked up the book that I was currently reading but was having trouble keeping my mind on what I was reading. I kept thinking back to that evening Kevin and I had shared and how incredibly gentle he had been with my body. I could not remember the number of orgasms I had that night, but I did remember that they were some of the strongest ones I had ever experienced.

As I laid there, remembering Kevin’s touch, I began to touch myself. I tried to remember how his fingers and hands had felt on my breasts and how pleased he seemed at how they looked. I moved my fingers across my nipple and felt it harden under my touch. I continued to toy with my nipples and to rub my breasts, feeling myself begin to lubricate as I did so. I slid my other hand under the covers and moved it lower until my fingers found my clit and my lips, which were already beginning to separate in hopes of being penetrated.

I continued to play with my breasts with one hand, while I began teasing my pussy with my other hand. I slipped a finger between the lips, gently touching the beginning of the wetness that had begun to seep from me. I continued to rub my fingers between my lips, until I slowly felt my finger slip inside. As I felt the full effect of my wetness, I heard myself groan, although I had no recollection of doing so. As my finger began to probe my inner reaches, I pinched one of my nipples and gently began pulling on it, sending what seemed like electrical impulses down my spine.

My mind was focused on that evening in the hotel in Pilsen. My eyes were closed, and my fingers and hands were doing a wonderful job of taking me to that all too familiar place. I pulled my finger from inside and moved it up to begin manipulating my clit, knowing full well that this new action would take me to the top of the cliff and would soon plunge me right over the edge. I began rubbing my clit just the way I like it and just the way I remember Kevin doing it. I was gently pinching my nipples and rolling them around with my fingers. I pulled my knees up and spread my legs even further, my back beginning to arch as the tell-tale signs of my orgasm quickly approached.

When the moment arrived, it was sudden and intense as always. My finger was circling my clit, rubbing a bit harder with each completed circle and my nipples felt like small pebbles between my fingers. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body and I heard myself moan this time, quite loudly as my release moved through my body. As my orgasm began to fade, my back once again made contact with the bed and I found myself gasping. I plunged my finger back inside myself and drew it out and up to my mouth where I could lick my juices from my finger. I was so relaxed at that point, I reached over, turned off the light and quickly fell asleep.

I awoke the next morning at the same time I always do and rolled out of bed. As was my normal routine, I got up and put on my running clothes. I grabbed my phone, my earphones and my ID and walked out of my garage into the front yard. Already the sun was beginning to peek over the roofs of the houses and the temperature was just right for jogging. I turned on some music, put the earphones in my ear and took off down the street at my normal gait. My normal weekend routine was to run to the end of my block, turn around and then jog back to the house, a distance of about two miles.

I felt very comfortable jogging and was enjoying the music that was playing in my ears. I got to the end of our block, a dead end, and turned around and started back. Suddenly, while jogging, it dawned on me that today was Saturday and that I was meeting Kevin for lunch today. I immediately started thinking about Kevin and how our lunch might go. Soon, I was back in front of my house and was walking a bit to keep my muscles stretched so they would not cramp. I saw my next-door neighbor outside, standing there with his newspaper in his hand wearing a very inquisitive look on his face. I walked over to him.

“Hello, Mr. Grierson. Have any big plans for the weekend?” I asked.

“Hi Renee,” he responded, “No major plans, just a few chores around the house. How about you, what are you doing this weekend?” he asked.

I had no intention of telling him about my lunch with Kevin and any of the back story that would go along with that. We did not have that kind of a relationship, just good neighbors that watched out for each other and for each other’s house when one of us was away. I merely told him that it was just a normal weekend for me.

“Are you feeling alright?” he asked.

“Yeah, sure. Why do you ask?” I replied.

“Well, when I came out this morning to get my paper I just happened to look around and saw you jogging as usual. I bent over to pick up the paper and when I looked back, you were sprinting down the street instead of your normal jog,” he told me.

“Oh, that was nothing,” I replied. “I sprint sometimes at the end of my jog just as something different and to put a bit of strain on the muscles to keep them toned,” I said, clearly baffled by what he had told me.

“Okay, I was just wondering as I had never seen you sprint like that before.” He turned and walked back towards his front door. He looked back over his shoulder as he got to his front porch. “Have a nice weekend,” he said.

As he walked in the front door, I stood in my front yard looking down the street where I had just jogged. Had I really been sprinting, I wondered, and if so, why? Had I been sprinting because of my excitement regarding meeting Kevin for lunch? My God, I need to calm down, it is just lunch, I thought. I walked back into the house, slipped off my shoes and put my phone and earphones away.

I quickly moved to the stairs, as I wanted to go up to my office and check my email to make sure Kevin had not written to cancel our lunch. “What am I doing?” I said to myself. “Stay in your routine. You never check email this early,” I said out loud. I turned and went back to the kitchen where I poured myself some juice and made breakfast.

After breakfast, I continued with my normal weekend morning routine; making my bed, checking my work and personal email, doing the online crossword puzzle, and trying to stay as calm as possible. I looked at Google Maps to see how long my drive would be to the Oasis so that I would know when to leave. I wanted to leave some room in case there were traffic issues, but I did not want to be so early as to seem over eager.

At eleven, I went in and began the process of getting ready. I shaved my legs and then decided I should probably trim my pubic hair with the razor. Why, I do not know, but for some reason I did. I climbed into the shower and began to bathe, but again found my mind wandering. Suddenly, I noticed that the water had cooled significantly, and I turned the water off and got out of the shower. I looked at the clock and realized what was normally a ten or fifteen-minute shower had become almost forty-five minutes. I must have been daydreaming in the shower and lost track of time.

I realized I still had plenty of time to get ready, so I took my time. When I was dressed, I looked at myself in my full-length mirror and was pleased. I thought I looked very nice, not too sexy, but not prudish either. I went up to check my email one last time, came back downstairs and checked to see that everything I needed was in my purse. I grabbed my phone and headed out the door, nervous and excited at the same time.

Fortunately, it was an easy drive and I arrived at about a quarter till two. I figured by the time I parked and walked inside it would be close to two o’clock and hopefully he would be there. As I had hoped, the parking lot was not very crowded, and I easily found a place to park. I took one last look at myself in the mirror and got out of the car. I took a deep breath and began walking towards the front door. As I reached the door, I could feel my palms sweating and I suddenly had a sense of dread. What if this day is not as magical as I have imagined for the past eighteen hours, I thought? Then, what?

I took a deep breath and opened the door and stepped into the waiting area of the restaurant. There, sitting in a chair, staring at me as I walked in was Kevin. He literally jumped up from his chair and came over to me with the biggest smile on his face and I knew all would be fine.

“Renee,” he practically yelled, drawing attention from the host and a couple of the wait staff. He came over and gave me a hug that lasted longer than normal, and so I put my arms around him as well. We embraced and he took a step back.

“You are even more beautiful than I remember,” he said. “How are you?” he asked me.

I blushed at his compliment, which was unusual for me. “Thank you very much, Kevin,” I responded, “I am truly wonderful now. Ever since you emailed me yesterday, I have practically thought about nothing except this moment and now that it is here, I cannot tell you how happy I am to see you,” I gushed.

“Let’s get a table and go sit down and catch up, as I can’t wait to hear about what you have been doing since I saw you in Europe,” he said.

We followed the host and Kevin gave her his name and she responded that they had his favorite table reserved. Favorite table, I thought. How often does he come here?

We arrived at the table and the view was spectacular. The table was on one of the many tiers of decks that were at the restaurant. This particular tier only had two tables, and both had ‘Reserved’ signs on them. The host left us, and Kevin turned to me and asked me which chair I wanted. I picked one that would allow me to enjoy the view but would also not distract me from our conversation. As was now the norm with us, Kevin pulled out my chair for me so that I could sit down.

“So, your favorite table,” I began to ask, “Are you a regular here?”

“Well, yes I am,” he began to explain. “I live about a half mile further up the road and I quite often walk down here during times when I know it won’t be busy. I also entertain here, as I bring friends and business associates here quite often as they always enjoy eating here and watching the sunset,” he told me.

“Did you walk here today?” I asked.

“As a matter of fact, I did,” he answered. “It is such a beautiful day, and the temperature is just perfect, so I just decided to walk down and can walk home after we are done with no problem.”

“It is beautiful here. I have heard about this place many times, but have never been here before today,” I told him.

We then began to chat about what had been going on with our lives since we parted that day. I told him how I had driven back to Germany, completed my work and then come back to the States, and how I had been busy with my work ever since. He told me how his work had kept him in Europe for longer than he originally thought and that he had only returned to the States a week ago. He told me he had gone to the house in San Francisco first, because he wanted to check on it, knowing that he would probably be here in Austin for a longer time.