It had been 14 years since we had seen each other. We had originally met on holiday, one winter, in Mallorca. I'd sat gazing at her in the hotel for two nights before I plucked up the courage to speak to her. The following day we had gone for a drive in my hire car and she fell asleep. This meant that her lowish top gaped open and I couldn't help but look down at her lovely firm breasts, I was in lust! That night I invited her back to my room she said "You're not inviting me for coffee are you?" and wouldn't come. The day she went home she gave me her phone number and I promised to ring, wondering if I would. I did and to cut a long story short we had a wonderful few months. We lived 200 miles apart which always made things difficult but we made love when ever I visited, although I sometimes thought that she did it because she felt obliged and not because she really wanted to.(There was a reason for that which I found out recently and I'm not going to tell you.) We fell in love! One night she rang me and told me that she was madly in love with me but was going to marry the boyfriend she had had before she had met me. Devastated. She even rang me and told me in great detail about the sexy underwear she was going to wear on her wedding day. We kept in touch after the wedding and on Valentines day in 1990 we met for a night of making love in an hotel. We never met after that and she moved house and we lost touch. Monday, just two weeks ago, there was an email through Friends Reunited from someone whose surname I didn't know although it rang a bell, I should have remembered she had been married before I met her and FR tend to use maiden names. From the detail I realised who it was and we started emailing and talking on the phone, she was so easy to talk to. We arranged to meet, it was three hours drive and I got into town so early I booked into a local Travelodge so I could have a shower and change. When it came time to leave I didn't hand in the key, don't know why! I was as nervous as hell. I am now 58 and she is 12 years younger and although we'd exchanged photos I was unsure as to what she'd make of me. I picked her up at a bus stop near her house, she looked wonderful in a tight fitting short dress, which was quite low at the front. This showed her off perfectly, her breasts her legs her bottom. I had an immediate erection, how embarrassing. We didn't kiss, I didn't want to mess up her make up and drove to a nice Italian restaurant in town. We held hands as we walked from the car park. We had a booth and she held my hand across the table. I can't remember what was going on in the restaurant, some kind of birthday party, I only had eyes for her, sounds really corny but it was true, no appetite, had some chicken thing. We left at 11pm we had been together for three and a half hours, it had flown. In the street I pulled her closely to me and we kissed for the first time in 14 years, I felt like a teenager. We sat in my car and kissed and I asked her to come back with me to the hotel, she said no, to take her home. I said that I had to take the key back and would she stay with me while I drove there and handed it in, would give us more time together. I drove to the hotel jumped out of the car and went and handed in my key. When I got back to the car we kissed again and I felt her breast through her dress. I tried to get my hand down her top but because it was a tight fit this was difficult but eventually with help I managed to touch her lovely nipples. Again trying to get my hand up her skirt was difficult but as it rode up it made it much easier and I managed to get my hand inside her almost non existent knickers, she was shaven, my first ever experience of a shaven woman. My finger was able to just enter her, so warm, so wet, I've never wanted anyone so much. She massaged me through my trousers and eventually she undid them and played with me.I was trying desperately not to cum, the more she touched me the more difficult it became. She said she wanted to make love to me but something held her back. There were people in a car at the side of us and cameras from the hotel security system, our first experience of dogging. I think we were both very turned and suddenly she said that she was a grown woman and lets go back to my room. It was embarrassing having to go back to reception where the guy was looking at all the CCTV cameras and ask for my key back. We entered the room and held each other and kissed. I reached behind her and started unzipping her dress, it got stuck but she undid it and her dress slid off, I undid her bra and took it off and took down her pants until she was naked. She looked wonderful, I kissed and sucked her nipples which were small but hard and wonderfully sexy against her large, firm breasts. We fell onto the bed, I'd somehow managed to get my clothes off. It's times like that when you wish you had a button that would make your clothes vanish. I kissed down her tummy to her thighs and kissed them, then licked up and down and put my tongue inside her. She was extremely wet and tasted so good, I could have made love to her with my tongue for the whole night, perhaps one day I will. I moved up her body and entered her, feelings spread through my body that I'd forgotten existed as I moved inside her. She was much sexier than I had ever remembered and was biting her hand as she moved underneath me.I started to feel extremely unwell, I moved down and licked her again, I wanted to lick her until she came over my tongue, I felt really ill and fell onto the bed sweating. I soon recovered but the moment had gone, we dressed and I took her home and then drove back to my home.Although she was really nice about it I'm sure she was disappointed. We have spoken briefly since, I hope I'll be able to see her again. To have loved and lost the same girl twice would be devastating. I'm sorry this is not a dirty story but if you had been there you would havefelt the eroticism.