The CU-SeeMe update | 2016

Here is the first post about the situation: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4n2pou/cuseeme_results_in_a_missed_flight_long/?context=10

This will not be your typical lust filled, crazed sex story found on gonewildstories. Please humor me as I put some of this into words.

A couple months ago, Pog and I met face to face for the first time since about 2000. I got a chance to drive through her home town on the way to pick up my daughter for a summer visit. It was an incredibly memorable couple days.

Given that we hadn't seen each other in almost two decades and both of us having been in relationships that were lacking in physical contact for quite awhile, the sexual escapades were nothing like many of the accounts, real or fictitious, read about on here. We are both out of practice, but that didn't stop us. While the sex was great for both of us, the chance to spend time with each other, verbally communicate, not having to hit "send," getting to see and hear an instant response, was the best part.

I will fill in some details.

We had planned for her to swing by my hotel and meet for breakfast. Knowing this day was going to happen, I ordered two little blue sundresses on Amazon and had them delivered to her just to say I remembered our first face to face encounter. I was hoping she'd wear one of them, but had no idea if she would. I had no idea if they were even the right size.

A knock on the door, heart pounding through my chest, I make my way to the door. I open the door to see her standing there in one of the dresses. Memories of the airport flooding through my head. That embrace and kiss was even better than the first one in Baltimore. She was breath-taking. If I didn't have to say hello and to come in, I might have passed out from not breathing. Standing before me was this absolutely beautiful woman who had made me happier in the last two months via emails, text and an occasional phone call than I had been in the last two years. We stood there, just inside the door, holding each other, kissing, hugging, touching faces as if to make sure this was really happening after all these years.

After what seemed like 15 to 20 minutes (in reality, probably half that), we made our way into the room. That first encounter in Baltimore started to repeat itself. Instead of making out in an airport stairwell, we stood there in the room. Things progressed from there. Shoes were tossed, clothes thrown. Bodies naked, touching, stroking, kissing, an erection, a soaked pussy, fingers probing, a mouth sucking, penetration, moans, orgasms. Lots of orgams. We never made it to breakfast and missed out on brunch.

Both being hungry, we decided to head to a quaint little downtown area a bit of a drive from where I was staying for a late lunch. That gave us a chance to talk, reminisce and generally catch up utilizing real conversation. We arrived in town and found a nice little bistro to have lunch. Given our location, right between the main door and the entrance to the kitchen, unfortunately, there wasn't a repeat of the airport restaurant. That didn't matter though. We got to sit next to each other, look at each other and talk and laugh, a lot. Think wash, rinse, repeat.

After lunch, we got a chance to walk around, holding hands. Oh my, how I had missed that seemingly inconsequential act. I also got a chance to smirk and smile as I caught a couple guys openly staring at Pog in that little blue sundress as we walked around town, that thought of "tough shit dude, she's with me." We got the chance to be ourselves, silly, goofing off, laughing...

We headed back to the hotel room. What ensued, blew me away. Was nothing about sex, although there was more of that. We talked, cried, talked, smiled, laughed, talked... It was real, we were together. After some very serious conversation about things we both wanted, needed, we decided that moving forward as an exclusive couple was something we both wanted. Let's see how things would work out, sharing life experiences, not just the fun and sex, but good and bad life experiences as a real couple. Granted there's 300 miles between us and some family commitments we both have, we have the attitude and desire to make it work until the distance can fix itself.

Last weekend was my birthday. With possibly one exception, it was the absolute best birthday I've ever had. Getting a Tonka dump truck and matching hardhat as a seven year old is pretty cool and sticks with you.

Pog came down to visit for the weekend. She was my present. Everything about it was just over the top. With more comfort around each other, the sex got better. No time constraints, didn't have to be anywhere, just relax and enjoy each other.

Two things stick out in my mind. We had spent the day walking around antique shops and thrift stores, looking for everything and nothing. Was just something fun to do together. It was hot outside, 90+. We were tired. After we cleaned up and ate dinner, turned on Netflix to watch a movie together. She fell asleep curled up against me. Something so simple, yet so intimate. Someone you care about deeply, who is so comfortable with you, so trusting of you to be able to fall asleep while you hold them is a humbling experience. We both talked about how incredible that simple thing was to both of us. The next one is equally simple. Laying there in bed after over an hour of sex, both exhausted, running my hand through her hair as we talked and kissed. It was soothing, like a baby with a pacifier. I found out a few days later, having her hair played with like that is a favorite thing for her. I'm still learning things like that, even after all this time.

Even though I've known her for almost two decades, getting to rediscover the more intimate details about Pog, how she responds to having her nipples sucked, how she pulls me deeper into her pussy, what she tastes like, what it feels like to slowly enter her ass has been an incredible experience. Intimacy isn't only about the sex though, it's little things like finding out she likes her hair played with.

Those with long time partners, don't take them for granted. Go back, revisit that first time you met. Live it again. It's been an amazing ride so far for both of us and is only looking better as we consider the future.

For those that are still fucking anything with a pulse, from someone who has been there and done that... there is a lot to look forward to...