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LOST AND FOUND

... not get the previous evening out of my mind. I imagined every scenario possible to expand and continue this sexcapade when I returned. Sadly, it was not to be. We never spoke of that night again, and shortly thereafter, she left for college. We had not seen each other or spoken since. A sexual experience lost to time. Fast forward 20 years, and I’m waiting in mid-afternoon on a Thursday for the Executive Director of this very prestigious firm in my old city to sign the contract my company had negotiated for consulting services. My name is called, and I look up from the magazine I’m thumbing through, and my mouth drops open. It can’t be! Just the instant sight of her makes my dick twitch. She holds out her hand and says, “Wow, David, it’s been a long time, how are you?” I am dumbfounded. Standing before me is a magnificent, beautiful, sexy, mature woman, who has the face of an angel, and the sultry looks of a model out of Penthouse. She is wearing a navy blue suit that clings to her every curve with a white camisole under it, and a white scarf around her neck, under her long cascading deep brunette hair that falls just past her shoulders. She has high heels on, but I couldn’t describe anything beyond what I was able to see at that moment. I stammered, “Patricia …Trish, is that really you?” I figured with my quick brain, that she was probably 39 or 40 years old now. She looked like she still had a figure like a 25 year old, but with a tiny bit of weight added over the years ...

... and a whole lot of maturity. After hugs, she invites me to her office. Asking me to sit down in front of her desk, and she said in a very business like manner, “Let’s get this out of the way before we start to reminisce, OK?” “Sure” I said, still shaken from her appearance. “Do you have any questions about the contract?” I quietly stammered. I was almost speechless, never anticipating to be sitting in front of my recurring ‘fantasy’ woman in my life. “No”. she replied,” I’ve read it thoroughly, made copies, and it’s quite acceptable” as she signs it and hands it to me. I put it into my briefcase, snap it shut and was about to speak when she says, “So, how about dinner tonight? I had no idea you were still living here.” “Well Patricia, (I called her by her more professional name), I don’t live here. I live in San Francisco.” I replied. “Oh? Then you’re staying at a hotel?” she queried quite surprised “Yes, the Regency.” I said “Have you checked in yet? Well, don’t even think about it, you’ll stay at my place.” “Oh I couldn’t impose, and besides, I don’t want to have to explain things to your f****y.” Just then, I looked down at her hand, and there was a wedding ring. “There is no f****y to impose on. I’ll explain it all at dinner, OK?” Once again, lost for words, I said “Oh, Are you sure?” “Trust me” she said and we both chuckled at the age old axiom. She asked me to wait in her office and she would take care of the contract, and we could leave. I had my back to the door to her ...