GON#10: Day One; Together 5

Getting Old Now

Chicago, Illinois

10/19/98 

9:12 PM

One bite size piece of cheese cake remaining on the decorative plate,

“You!”

“No…” shaking her head“...you!”

Spearing the one renaming piece of cheese cake, holding the fork to her mouth, Barbara accepted.

“Anything else you want, Baby?”

“Yeah.”

“ ‘Yeah’, what?”

“Just you, Mitch, just you.”

I motioned to our waiter.

Two ‘twenties’ and a five dollar bill covers the check, along with a fifteen percent tip.

Outside...

This day’s rain no longer falling, the night had turned clearly and coldly beautiful.

Hand in hand, walking, slowly walking, the vapor of our breath dissipating before us as Barbara and I walked among the thousands of people strolling along Michigan Avenue stopping here and there to look at a showroom window, and going into stores every now and then to look, I’m sure, for some item that Barbara or I might purchase for the other that would become a lifelong keepsake of this day, and this lifetime that we must live in three days. Anything of a romantic nature that I might purchase for Barbara would be questioned by her husband, Charles.

Passing a jewelry store, stopping to look at the window display.

“Let’s go in here.”

“Mitchie, why?”

“There’s something I want you to have.”

“You can’t buy me anything that I’d be able to wear.”

“I know,” I said. “Does your husband ever look in your Jewelry box? Does he check to see what you have in there?”

“No, of course not... I don’t t think so.”

“Okay, then, I see something I want you to have to remember me.”

“Mitchie, do you really think that I’ll ‘ever’ forget you?”

“No, I don’t think you’ll ever forget me, at least I hope not, not anymore then I’d ever forget you, but there’s something I want you to have that you can hold, that you can actually touch to remember this exact time, right now.”

On a dark velvet display were an number of small, gold filigreed charms that could be used as a pin, hung from a chain or attach to a charm bracelet. One of the charms was a one inch square calendar month with a minute seed pearl placed onto a specific day.

Going into the store, I purchased ‘1998’ ‘October’ with the seed pearl on ‘20’. The year, month and day of Barbara’s poetry reading... Although with no inscription on the backside of the charm.

Walking on, in deep thought, “I know!” Barbara suddenly said, “I know what I want you to have, and it’ll remind you of me every single day for the rest of your life!”

“You don’t think that I’ll remember you every day for the rest of my life?”

“You will now! Pulling me across Michigan Avenue, we entered ‘Marshall Field & Company’. Checking the department directory, we took the elevator to the the third floor, to the ‘Men’s Department’?

10:35 PM

“Know what I love?”

“I think I do, Barb, but I’d love to know what you love that I don’t know about so I can do it.”

One light on in the far corner of the room.

Each taking showers again… Individually because both knowing in a shower together how quickly it could end– Meaning in a shower together, soapy wet together, odds were, Thinking: We’d find some way to fuck, and me no longer a twenty year old, Barbara and me both aware that once I ‘came’ we might not be able to begin again…. At least to begin as we wanted it to begin… and to last.

In bed once again, lying closely together…

Barbara on her back with the blanket to below her chest.

Mitchell, his hand cupping his head, on his right side with the blanket to his hip…

Looking at her face. Just looking at her face, at – lying on her back, their weight causing her breasts to flatten and lay to the sides of her chest –Mitchell’s sensibilities once again engulfed by the improbability of being ‘here’ and of ‘now’ and by the ‘absolute’ improbability of lying alongside of this…

Strange...

My God! Was it only eight hours ago when I first saw… maybe 5’ 3” or 5’ 4”, approaching me, the moderately heavy-set woman has short cut, dark brown hair and, coming closer, I see light brown eyes and a round, somewhat attractive face.

Strange…

Was it only eight hours ago when I’d first set eyes on  Barbara at the airport, having no idea what she might look like, at first sight I had been disappointed and yet, at the same time, relived that she did not look as bad as my imagination– all those many months had pictured: Not pretty nor homely; not fat nor thin… Barbara could have walked within a crowd of a thousand women and not be noticed or given a second glance…

Now however, time spent with Barbara had ...

Looking at her. Looking at Barbara. The unknown picture that had been painted within Mitchell’s imagination no longer unknown.

Now, in Mitchell Lipensky’s ‘reality’… In Mitchell Lipensky’s Reality: in his mind, in ‘his’ eyes, this middle aged woman that he lay alongside is a dream that came to life, and in his eyes this woman is lovely.

“Necks.”

“Huh?”

“Men’s necks...” Barbara said “… remember I told you there’s something about a man’s neck that completely turns me on. When I look at a man’s neck...” giggling, “not every man’s neck, mind you, but when I look at a man’s… When I look at ‘your’ neck, I imagine kissing it, licking it, nibbling on it. And it turns me on.”

“My neck…” I said “... my neck turn you on.”

“Oh, yeah! Your neck in particular ‘absolutely’ turns me on.” Adding “And…” reaching beneath the blanket, taking a gentle hols of my presently flaccid dick, and holding it “...this does, too.”

Well aware that, under these conditions, my dick would not remain flaccid very long… Matter of fact, it was working it’s way to being unflaccid as...

“Okay.” Leaning over her face, laying my head back, feeling her tongue touch my neck. Feeling little kisses circling my Adams apple. Feeling extremely light nips as the tip of Barbara’s tongue lightly, so lightly touches its way from beneath my chin and about my Adams apple…

Never before being witness, a ‘very’ willing witness to this type of….? Fetish? I thought, as, my eyes closed as – being taken to an extremely gentle ‘different’ plane of eroticasim.

The weight of Barbara’s soft left tit held within my hand, no doubt adding to the heretofore unknown dreamlike, gentle sexuality. Having no words to describe the…? Softly erotic wonder of Barbara’s fetish. Feeling the need to say something – of course saying something stupid: “No hickeys!” I warned.

“Course not…” rolling her eyes in a comically, exaggerated way “...you think I’m sixteen!”

Feeling a bit harder nip at my neck. “Tough tittie! If anyone asks, tell ‘em it’s a mosquito bite.”

“It’s almost winter, ain’t no mosquitoes around anymore.”

Kissing the last ‘nip’. “There you are, you baby. All better now?”

A light kiss onto Barbara’s lips. “Yeah, all better now.”

“And me...” she said softly “...I love the feel of a man’s mouth on my neck and throat, and gently kissing my skin, running his tongue all around my nipples.”

Giving me a hint, “Oh, baby..” I said “...I can do that...” Slowly kissing her neck, making small circles with the tip of my tongue. But in truth, not being much of a ‘neck and throat man’ but a whole lot of a ‘breast man’, in a very short time – As requested, lightly kissing the skin of her throat on the way way down her neck – as further requested, onto a nipple where, circling each with my tongue a number of times, drawing on one, I watched as the light pink erectile flesh tightened and turned a pale shade of crimson.

Barbara’s breathing, and mine also, telling us both were warming to our bodily sensations, when…

“Something else you ought to know about me.”

“Uh-oh!”

“No…” giggling “...don’t worry…” she said “...’tummies’.”

“Tummies?” I questioned.

“Yeah, tummies…” giggling again “... and other stuff.”

Once again, ‘Over stuff’? I anxiously thought.

In no hurry at all. Loving every prolonged minute of our somewhat playful delay as recalling all that Barbara had written on the morning of our long distance, mutually magnificent masturbatory encounter,.

“It doesn’t bother me if we do, honey, but, uh , we going to get kinky here?” I asked.

“No!” Laughing, “Uh, maybe a little, but in case you haven’t noticed, but I love to cuddle and kissing is extremely sensual to me and the touch of your fingertips against my bare skin...” giggling again “...especially on my tummy, that’s just ‘so’ erotic to me; to slip your fingers up beneath my shirt and graze them over my naked skin.”

Catching this hint also, my fingertips playing over her somewhat soft  tummy. “You’re not wearing a shirt...” I interjected “...or for that matter, anything.”

“Yeah, I know, but I love being held and...” her hand still circling my dick “...I love holding your cock…” telling me that I was planning on finding out for myself within a very few minutes “...oral sex is, ummm, yes, ery good, for both you and me. And I love the feel of your tongue deep inside me where it is very warm and your cock inside me where it is very wet and very tight. Ummm...is it getting warm in here or what?”

“Or what,” I said as...

Their mouths together, barely touching, he felt the touch of her tongue on his lips and, his lips parting, the tip of his tongue caressed hers... When he made a motion to move, the light drawing pressure of her lips said, ‘no, don’t move, don’t go yet! Mitchell’s mouth stayed against Barbara’s mouth... the kiss lengthened...

As the kiss lengthened, his hand, still on Barbara’s tummy – and not being much of a ‘tummy’ man also – his hand moving to within the abundant floss of Barbara’s..

Loving this woman who knew what she wanted and said what she wanted without shame. And a bit ‘kinky’ was more than a bit okay also.

Loving this woman all the more as…

Stopping the progression of his hand long enough to throw the blanket back.

Her eyes closed, her hand encircling his, once again fully resurrected penis.

Widening her thighs as...

Two fingers rubbing along the moist fissure, parting the overlapping lips of her vagina, feeling the heat, feeling the wetness... “Slide down, baby.” Urging her lower onto the bed, changing positions, his head to her thighs...

Knowing where he was going. Wanting him to do what she had very strongly ‘hinted’ at, and now knowing he was about to do. Wanting him to – wanting him to do that which her husband would never do – moving downward on the mattress, making room for Mitchell to lay lengthwise alongside of her, as...

Further widening her thighs...

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