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We'd gotten a call from one of the largest financial services companies in Boston, and I put together a proposal and demonstration that I hoped would wow them. If I landed this account, we'd all be set for life.
I was in a conference room in Boston, setting up the demonstration, when I got the shock of my life. Pete Phillips, the department team leader, came in and said "Hey, Dan. I'd like to introduce you to the head of MIS. She's got a few questions for you before you begin."
"Sure," I said. "Bring her in."
Pete left, and returned a moment later, followed by a dark-haired woman. "Dan Mills, this is Lauren Bennett, head of our MIS department."
"Ms. Bennett," I said politely, extending my hand to shake hers.
"Mr. Mills," she said quietly. She took my hand and barely shook it. She just kept staring at me.
"Listen," Pete said. "I'm going to leave you to your questions while I round up the rest of the folks for the meeting."
"Okay, Pete. Thanks." I turned my attention to Ms. Bennett. "Okay, I'm sure you have specific issues you want to address, so why don't you tell me what's on your mind."
"You don't recognize me, do you?" she asked.
I had only given her the briefest of glances. Now I stopped and studied her. A knot began to form in my stomach. This was my Lauren.
"Lauren... what are you doing here?"
"What am I doing here?"
"I'm sorry. That was as stupid question. I'm just so shocked to see you."
"Shocked but not pleased?"
"No, no... I'm glad to see you. Really."
"I'm glad to see you too."
There was an awkward silence as we studied one another. "Lauren Bennett. Lauren Bennett. Can I assume, then, you married Troy Bennett?"
"Married and divorced."
"I'm sorry. Do you have kids?"
"Two. They live in Virginia with Troy and their step-mother Roberta."
"I'm sorry to hear that. You must miss them."
"I do. But it's better for them. More stable. I work too much. What about you? I notice a wedding ring."
"Oh, yeah. Married eight years. Two young sons."
"That's wonderful. I'm glad you're happy."
"Thanks. Listen, Lauren. I'm in Boston until tomorrow morning. Can we meet and have a drink somewhere this evening."
"I'd like that," she said, scribbling an address on her notepad. She tore off the sheet and handed it to me. "How's 7?"
We turned our attention to the demonstration.
Later that evening, I had I was in a cab heading for the Beacon Hill address Lauren had written down for me. When we arrived, I thought it was a mistake. We were in front of a townhouse, not a bar. I paid the driver and got out. I walked up the steps and rang the bell. After a moment, the door opened and there stood Lauren. She looked younger and softer in her casual clothes. She invited me in and took my coat.
I followed her into the kitchen. "What can I get you to drink?" she asked, setting out a plate of fruit and cheese. "I have beer and wine."
"A glass of wine is fine."
I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was even more beautiful than I remembered her. Still full and round. Hair still dark, with a few strands of gray here and there. I fought the urge to slip my arms around her. She skillfully removed the cork from a bottle of white wine, then poured two glasses. She handed one to me, then clinked my glass and said "To old friends."
"To old friends," I repeated.
I watched her raise the glass to her lips, and a memory overcame me, strong and vivid. I could see her on her knees, the shaft of my dick disappearing into those full lips.
"What are you thinking?" she asked.
"I was just remembering something from our time together," I answered.
I could actually feel myself blush. I stared into my wine glass. "Um, it's something sexual..."
Lauren laughed. "Oh it is, is it?"
I cleared my throat. "Yes, I was just picturing the way you looked giving me head."
"Mmmmm..." she smiled. "That is a pleasant memory."
I took a long sip of my wine. It was good. Crisp and dry. "It took me a long time to get over you," I blurted out.
"But you did get ove