Monday Mirage: Mistaken Identity

“Dear Sam,
I don’t know if you remember me, but...”

Those were the words that greeted me this morning when I opened my inbox. The email went on to talk about how we had gone to high school together almost twenty years ago. How she had been too shy to say anything to me then. How she had graduated, gone to college, gotten married and promptly started a family. Now, divorced, career in place, and kids growing up she is looking to right some of the wrongs from her past. She has included a couple of “then and now” pics and wants to know if I am available for drinks (apparently she lives about 45 minutes away).

I click open the pics and do a double take. The frumpy, dumpy flute player in the high school yearbook photo has transformed herself in to the incredibly attractive professional type. There are a few snapshots of her out with friends and alone at the beach. In one she has even taken of her top to reveal a bright red bikini top and a wonderfully toned body.

There is only one problem. I have never seen this woman before in my life.

There must be some kind of mistake. While Sam is a pretty common first name, my last name is pretty unique. She must have googled the name and come up with me. I’m sure that she was really searching for one of my second cousins twice removed.

I ponder this for quite a while.

What to do?

It isn’t that often that an incredibly attractive woman emails me out of the blue looking to get together for drinks.

My own marriage fell apart a few years ago. The victim of me focused too much on my career and not enough on my family. I have a fair relationship with my ex, and a liberal visitation policy with my kids. I have found a balance between my work life and my home life. But I haven’t found the right person to share my new life with. Could this “Rebecca” be the right one?

I must have written seven drafts of the reply email that I sent.

In the end, the gist of it went something like this:

“Dear Rebecca,

You are correct. I do not remember you . But I think that may have more to do with the fact that I am not the person you think you wrote to. While he and I may share the same name, I did not go to your high school.”

I went on to tell her that she seemed like a wonderful person and that the real Sam would be lucky to hear from her. I signed off the email with a brief bio of myself and an offer to meet her for drinks sometime if she wanted to meet.

I don’t know why, but I found myself checking my email quite a bit that day. Was I really expecting a response? Did I think that she wouldn’t find it creepy? But, every time i was at my computer, I had to check.

Amazingly, around 4 o’clock there was a message from her. It was full of embarrassment and apology.

I immediately wrote her back and told her it was no problem. In fact the pleasure had been mine. I decided to push the offer a bit. I told her that I would be at a meeting this evening (a lie) in a suburb roughly half-way between our houses (the truth). If she wasn’t busy, I would be happy to meet her for a drink later that evening.

My hand was shaking as I clicked the send button.

I stayed at the office late that night. My email always open. I shuffled paper from one side of my desk to the other, but really didn’t get much done. Around 6:30 I left and headed for the bar I had suggested.

I must have thought about turning around and going home at least a dozen times. This was stupid. This was ridiculous. This was a long way to drive to get my hopes up about nothing.

And then she was there.

When I walked in, she was at a table by the window. I could tell by the look on her face that all the same thoughts had been going through her mind as well. She gave me a nervous smile and wave.

I walked over and sat down across from her. “Hi.” I said. I really didn’t know what else to day.

“Hi,” she said back. then we both laughed. It was as if a dam of tension broke and we completely relaxed.

The conversation and the drinks flowed for the next two hours. She told me all about high school and this other Sam who she had worshipped from afar. He had been a soccer player and sat in her English class all four years.

I told her about my high school career. Theater and a brief stint as a bench-warmer on the football team. How I had dated a bit, but really had the same girlfriend for two years.

We carefully avoided the talk about exes, instead focusing on our kids. We both have two. They are roughly the same age. Stories about kids are always good for sympathy and a few laughs.

Around 9 we paid the check and I walked her out to the car. Her arm brushed mine and I instinctively took her hand in mine. It felt amazing. I had forgotten how wonderful the feel of a woman’s hand in mine could be.

I turned to apologize for being so forward and she kissed me. Full on the mouth. Her lips pressed hard against mine and I felt her tongue pushing past my lips. I opened my mouth and welcomed her inside. Her tongue hungrily wrestled with my own, searching the deepest recesses.

I kissed her back. My arms wrapped around her and pulled her close to me. Her breasts pushed against me, and her hips ground in to me. One of my hands moved up and grabbed her silky dark hair. She let out a moan as my hand gripped her hair firmly. She sucked my lower lip in to her mouth and gave it a little bite.

We both pulled back a bit and took a deep breath.

“So.”

“Yeah.”

We both stared at each other for a minute.

“My place is about ten minutes away,” she said. Would you like to come over for a night cap.

“Sure. That would be nice.”

She kissed me again and told me which car was hers.

I followed the silver Acura out of the parking lot and on to the highway. ten minutes later I was standing in her living room.

“The kids are at a sleepover tonight,” she told me as she closed the door behind me. “So we don’t have to worry about noise.” I looked at her. “Oh my God,” she laughed. “I mean, we don’t have to worry about being to quiet while we are out here talking.” She looked more than a bit flustered.

I smiled. “I understand.”

“Make yourself at home,” she said as she walked out of the room. “I am going to find us something to drink.”

I walked around the living room. There were pictures of her kids on the mantle and some tasteful art on the walls. Everything appeared to be in its place without being stuffy or pretentious. In short, I was trying really hard to focus on anything but the fact that I had just been invited in to a beautiful woman’s house after making out passionately with her just a few minutes before.

“Those were from our trip to Orlando last summer.”

I turned and saw Rebecca standing in the doorway holding two beers. She had clearly taken a minute to “freshen up.” Her hair was brushed and an extra button had been undone on her white blouse. She looked amazing.

We crossed to each other and met in front of her couch. She handed me one of the beers and sat on the couch. She motioned for to join her and I did not hesitate.

We made more small talk as we sipped at our beers. I tried hard to keep my eyes on her face, but her open cleavage kept pulling at my attention.

When her bottle was empty, she put it on the coffee table and looked at me. “Sam.” that was all she said. Then she leaned in and kissed me. It was the same passionate, burning kiss that I had experienced in the parking lot. But this time, she kept pushing.

Rebecca pushed me back on the couch and crawled after me. She nestled her body on top of mine and kissed me. My hands once again found her hair. This seemed to push her farther over the edge. Her hands were at my back, scratching and clawing. One of my hands worked its way down her back an on the her ass. It was firm under my palm as she gyrated her hips against my leg. I grabbed both her ass and her hair firmly and kissed her deeply. She moaned in to my mouth with sheer abandon.

Then she sat up. I looked at her with shock and surprise. Had I done something wrong?

She stood up and took my hand. I followed her back through the hallway and in to her bedroom.

She stood in front of me and kissed me deeply. Her hands found the buttons on my shirt and quickly undid them all. I tried to undo her buttons, but our hands just kept getting tangled.

She pushed my shirt off my shoulders then dropped to her knees. She undid my belt and unbuttoned my pants in no time at all. She tugged them down and slid her hand up the leg of my boxers. I let out a gasp as her fingers found my hard dick. She played with it with one hand while her other hand worked its way up the other leg and found my balls. I sighed deeply, enjoying the wonderful feeling of all the attention.

All too soon her hands left and I looked down. She smiled at me and stood up. She pushed me playfully back on the bed and stood in front of me.

I stared up lustfully as she undid her own buttons. Her breasts looked magnificent in the cream colored bra. They looked even more amazing when they were free. Her dark nipples poked out in apparent arousal. My mouth watered, thinking about sucking on those nipples.

Then her pants came off. I never got to see her underwear as he skipped the tease and pushed them off at the same time as her pants. She clearly meant business. I caught site of a neatly trimmed bush before she bent over to step out of her pants. When she stood up I just smiled. She was absolutely gorgeous.

I didn’t have time to take in the view. She pulled off my boxers and climbed on top of me. My hard cock slid effortlessly in to her amazingly wet pussy. She slid all the way down until I was completely buried inside her. Instead of taking a minute to get used to the feeling, Rebecca immediately began gyrating her hips. Her clitoris ground against my pelvic bone, bringing her closer and closer to an orgasm.

I reached up and took a breast in each hand. They were marvelously heavy and full. My thumbs found her nipples and gave them a gentle pinch. She moaned loudly and gyrated harder and faster. I gave her nipples a harder pinch and she let out a loud yell. One hand grabbed mine and held it gains her breast. The other hand slid down between her legs. I could feel her fingers between us, strumming her clit.

Within a minute or two she was thrashing about on the bed yelling through her orgasm.

Once it subsided, she looked down at me and said, “Fuck me.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I rolled her over and plunged deeply inside her. I took her legs and pulled them over my shoulders. This allowed me to plunge in to her deeper than ever. Normally I would slow down and take it easy. This is such a deep penetrating position, but Rebecca just kept yelling “Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!” and “Harder!” So I did. I fucked her hard for a long as I could.

Unfortunately, my passion was getting the best of me. I needed to slow down and have a rest or else I was going to cum right then and there.

I moved her legs down to my sides, and bent over to suck one of those sweet nipples in to my mouth. It was magnificent! If it was hard when it entered my mouth, it was absolutely stone-like once I was done with it. She moaned and ground against me. My hand found her other breast and gave her other nipple a squeeze.

I felt her hand snake between us. In another minute she was rocking through her second orgasm.

I couldn’t take it any more. As soon as her orgasm was subsiding, I began to move in and out of her again. The rest had done me some good. I found a good rhythm and was once again plunging deep in to Rebecca’s amazing pussy.

I almost jumped when I felt her hand cup my balls. She looked up at me with a wicked grin and asked, “You like?”

“Oh yes,” I moaned. Her hand stroked my balls and rubbed them against the hot juices flowing freely from her pussy. I couldn’t hold out any longer.

I erupted inside her. My hot cum joining the pussy juices coating my balls. She smiled and kissed me deeply as the last of my orgasm subsided.

As I rolled off her, she looked at me and said, “I hope you’re not done. We have twenty years of not knowing each other to make up for.”

I smiled back. “I can’t wait.”