The Day Time Stood Still for us

The summer months were always a time for short holidays and relaxing moments, for us. The long warm nites were always good for impromtu sweaty acts of passion in the shower, after which mila and I would wash ourselves, scrubbing dutifully but gently in each other's secret gardens where the grass grows and the fruits are watery and tasty. Being absorbed completely by her fine flawless skin, her warm graspy breasts, her firm volupcious curves and her sincere shy smile, i am always a sucker for her perfectly shapped bussoms. Night and tight, my hands just loved grabbing them while she soaps me under the frigid shower. The tightness of her firm buttocks hardens me all over again, like a virgin blushing away as his clothes are torn open by a lusty 40 yo widow.

But this time it is a bit different. Mila had a ring on her wedding finger. She was someone else's wife. Those fine hands that were until a minute ago, gently soaping my 'trunk', were probably soaping somebody else's 'oak' a week ago. Those red lips that were kissing mine, where probably kissing some other lips a week ago. She belonged to another, and although her body was mine to taste, to kiss and to enjoy, her heart, mind and soul sadly belonged to another. For another fiery night, she would be mine once again, where she would remember her husband no more. At least for these 40 minutes we were together.

Ironic as it may seem, Mila didn't mind being shared as long as this little secret of ours remained hidden from her husband and child. I was initially disgusted, angry and dissapointed, but her reddish hardened nipples and the way they tack and re-harden when i took her top off, made me forget the sins for 'taking' a married woman through her g-string undies and making her scream my name while curling a satisfying smile as I mouth her nipples while holding on to her firm buttocks. I knew of the sin, and am sure she knew of it too. But care? I don't think she did.

About 6 years ago due to inconcilable differences, we wished each other luck and parted to our own seperate ways. She was strong headed and determined to show me that life was still a big party without me in it. She had countless romances with men she thought she loved and thought loved her, over the years her friends tell me that she never found love, nor did love find her.

Her friends remained my friends, despite the breakup and continued to update me on who she was seeing and her state of mind from time to time. Not that I really cared, but it was good to hear news of her I admit. I kept telling them that I cherished my time with her and cared for her still, but love was no longer there. I was confident that she felt the same. Then sometime in the month of october 2003, news came to me that she had gotten married to a man with substantial wealth. She was never a sucker for money and I felt good that she was moving to a more stable life with marriage and commitments. I felt good and was told she did too.

Then in 2005 in the early morning of June, I bumped into her in an elevator in the Amanah Capital building in town. She looked as radiant as ever. Her hair was nicely done, her cheeks red from either too much estee lauder or pure happiness. She wore a tight but decent business suit that revealed her tight bum and athletic breasts through the 2 unbuttoned opening to the shirt she was wearing with her business suit. While we were together, she always had the habbit of not wearing a bra and prefered her smallish boobs to hang naked which sometimes made her nipples erect and show through her top, which she found rather fashionably sexy. Just thingking about how her naked boobs used to hang, almost made me cup for them as she readjusted her top after noticing my eyes transfixed on them. "Please ... I'm a married woman now remember" she laughingly told me off as I momentarily took my eyes off her twins for a brief moment. I kept reminding myself that it was almost 6 years ago.

She still had a good figure after 1 child and we briefly chatted as the elevator took me up to the 29th floor. By the 12th floor, everybody had exited the express lift leaving just the both of us all the way up to the 29th and 37th floor respectively. Talking to her in the elevator made me want to kiss her like before, stroke her in her private places again and hear her say how much she wanted more of it. Sweet memories came gushing back as I eyeballed her lips and eyes. She had noticed my smile and sensed my excitement, as she had always done before. As we reached the 29th floor, I concluded the conversation and we both hugged before parting. By then I was quite hard and made no attempt at hiding it as our bodies embraced for the hug. She laughed and shrugged me between the legs saying that it was 'just like old times'. I laughed back but struggled to keep my composure and lust for her naked hips underneath those exspensive clothes she wore. She gave me her number and I promised to call, before I exited the elevator and its steel doors clamped close and cut off my view of the tight, firm butted volupcious woman in the elevator whom I grew very fond of seeing naked and running my fingers over every single day, almost six years ago.

I called her the next day and we chatted on the phone. She told me about her husband and how good of a person he was. I joked and asked her about the bedroom dept and she casually told me he excelled in that too. We laughed and after about 10mins, she excused herself and said that she needed to go to the gym that evening. With so many other things I wanted to update her after these 6 years, I offered to take her out for a drink after her gym session so that we could continue chatting about old times. She agreed and we confirmed on the time and place, which was a mamak stall in the nearby area. It felt like meeting an old friend again, one that you hadn't seen for 6 years. I was happy and I was sure she was as well.

At 7pm I swung my car around the corner of the street at where her gym was at and there she was in her tight butt hugging shorts and gucci gym bag. I brought the car to a halt next to her and invited her to jump in. She quickly jumped in and mentioned that it wasn't 'manis' to be seen with ex-bf while her husband is at home. We greeted each other with a kiss but her firm bum showing through her shorts and her toned legs somehow got the better of me and resulted in me kissing her on the lips, instead of her cheeks. Strangely she didn't fight it and within a few seconds we ended up snogging like teenagers. I immediately stopped the car on the side of the street and luckily the there weren't any street lamps to bother the snog. Shifting forcibly to the passenger seat where she was seated, I pressed by mouth into hers and let my tongue wonder deep into her mouth. I could see her eyes roll half shut and the trance of ecstasy that she was in, like from years before. I read her well, just like she liked to be read ... over and over again. One thing led to another and my hands forced themselves into her hot gym pants in a split second down to her wet knickers.

I must have passed out then, after which I woke up and noticed that I was totaly unclothed in my bed, with mila by my side and her gym pants on the floor. Exactly how it was like, 6 years ago. As if nothing had changed since then. Did time really stand still for us? I may never know will I?