I then pulled away slightly and gave her a hug. She returned the hug. A very nice, very firm hug! Then I kissed the palm of her left hand and placed on my cheek. She stood there with a gazed look in her eyes. She took me by the hand, and led me to her hallway and showed a picture she had hanging of some friends that had 12 kids. She said the her friends broke up three times before they married. O was standing behind her. She placed my hand on her breast and held it there. Then she pushed her butt into my groin. That's as far as she wanted to go.
We made our way into her bathroom and we just looked at each other. I was still behind her holding her breast, her hand covering mine. She said I was handsome, and recounted our meeting the first time several years before.
We made our way into her living room and began to talk about our future. I wanted to kiss her again, but she said she was confused, and rather I didn't. I didn't push it.
The next day we spend 6 hours together. We went to a park for a walk (in the fall) then had a picnic, sitting on a blanket. She brought my favorite. Ham. She doesn't care for ham. Afterwards, she sliced a peach and we took turns feeding the slices to each other. We had a great time.
At her place afterwards we spent a half an hour slow dancing in her living room. I've never seen her so relaxed and comfortable. Then we sat and I read to her. She was sitting up against me with her head leaning forward, eyes closed, breathing soft and shallow. She was the most beautiful creature I ever seen.
The next afternoon, she calls and I could hear and feel the pain in her voice, she had been crying. She said she couldn't see me again.