You can't play with the past.
You can trick your memory, hide the evidence, burn pictures even, but the past is what it is and no matter how much you try to disregard or forget, stuff still leaks through. When I saw those damn legwarmers at the Capezio outlet, my past came back to bite me on the ass! And seeing how I had just begun to see Stu again, my first-ever boyfriend, the sight of the legwarmers brought a blush to my face and I had to run clear across the store to hide from my daughter Stephanie.
Still, I paid for a damn pair and snuck them in with Stephanie's socks!
Stephanie and her friends could never imagine, but way back when I was seventeen girls who weren't dancers took to wearing legwarmers for fashion as much as warmth. We were a lot less sexually aware then teenage girls today, who wear their jeans so low their thongs ride up visibly over their hips. The legwarmers were part of our weak attempt to be sexy, dressing a little naughty, but not showing anything, really. It was kind of hot wearing something that would hug your legs and make your ass all that much more noticeable, like wearing thigh-highs (not that any of us had worn thigh-highs at that point...I'm not sure they were even invented yet!) but with jeans underneath.
My boyfriend Stu and every other guy I knew loved when we wore the legwarmers, precisely because they did hug our legs and make our asses all that much more noticeable. Legwarmers were pretty "wicked" in a world where boys never saw ass unless they were lucky enough to peel their girlfriend's panties down; not one of us knew briefs from thongs back then and it wasn't until well into a year of dating that I even attempted to wear something sexy for Stu (a garter-and-stocking set he bought me for my birthday). It's no wonder that something as tame as legwarmers would make our guys crazy.
Two days later the legwarmers and I were sneaking out of the house, to meet Stu.
Wasn't this supposed to be Stephanie's role, sneaking by me, seemingly dressed frumpy while wearing a hotter outfit under her baggy sweatshirt or stuffed down into her purse? How was it that I was the one skulking, the legwarmers stuffed into my bag, hiding from my daughter, my cell phone the only connection she had to me for the night?
It's a thrill that fate had dropped Stu and I, at exactly the same place...albeit twenty five years later. Both divorced, still attractive and attracted to one another and living close enough that we could manage a rendezvous, we had done so now four times. It was simply too serendipitous and if the sex wasn't so godawful good I would think this was all a dream! There is a chasm of difference between the desperate, all-to-quick friction a teenage boy can manage as opposed to the love-making a forty year-old man has learned.
It was also deeply heartwarming to be back in the arms of the first guy I ever loved, a quarter of a century later.
"So?" I asked, standing stock still on my three-inch pumps, my taut legs spread.
I had pecked Stu's cheek, mumbled a hello then ran up the ten stairs to his bedroom, calling down for him to come up in five minutes. I had no trepidation about what was obviously about to happen; I had been pretty much masturbating over the thought for the past two days and would stop at nothing now to model the legwarmers. I peeled my jeans down my freshly shaved, lotioned legs, pulled down my already wet panties, lifted off my sweater, then bra, and got re-dressed in not very much at all. When I heard Stu's footfall, I was standing facing the far corner of the room, naked, expect for my heels and those nasty, wonderful, nostalgic legwarmers!
"Shit," Stu exclaimed from the doorway of his bedroom.
"Surprised?" I announced, not looking over my shoulder...yet.
The floor creaked as he came into the room and it wasn't long before I sensed him standing just behind me, only a breath and a heartbeat away. I couldn't tell how close he was, but seeing as he had yet to touch me, I assumed Stu was enjoying a comfortable viewing. Sooner or later he'd be peeking around my side, trying to get a look at my big breasts (or at least I hoped), but for the instant Stu was keeping his distance.
I hope he liked the picture I presented.
"I didn't even know they made those anymore," he said and I sensed him take another step toward me. This only caused the already tight little flood between my legs to increase and I repositioned my heels to stop myself from arching my ass back toward him.
It hadn't been more then two months since Stu and I had first met at that dinner after decades since seeing each other. After that night groping and French-kissing in my car when we said goodbye, we both knew we'd be back into it (as Stu said) pretty quickly. Still, this man, who used to be-a-boy when I last knew him, had really only seen me a few times naked recently, some twenty-five years on, and those times had been with candles burning and lights low. Here I was presenting myself naked, except for legwarmers and heels for Christ's sake, and I was about as nervous and as turned-on as I have ever been...or turned on because I was so nervous. And as much as I was willing Stu to touch me, touch me anywhere, I felt a sense of pride knowing that he was looking at me, admiring me, and that this prevented him from doing anything else, just yet.
"You are really something," Stu said and then to my sudden shock and delight I felt his lips on my ass!
"Wider," he said and I felt him kneeling there behind me, placing a hand to the inside of each of my thighs, rubbing the material of the legwarmers as if to really assure himself I was wearing them.
"Wider," he whispered as I spread to comply and felt Stu kiss then nuzzle right under my ass, so close to my flooding sex it was all I could do to stand there.
Teetering a bit, I sighed looking down, watching Stu wiggle and turn himself into position, ducking through my legs, on his ass, his face turned into me, his mouth right in front of pussy.
"Really..." he began, leaned in and kissed me right on my thin strip of brown hair. "...really..." kiss. "...really..." this time he lean his chin back, sat down hard and lapped between the silk of my lips as I opened up for him!
"Really something," he finished, rolled up to me, cupped a hand around the front of each legwarmer and pulled me to him.
Stu devoured my pussy then and I felt myself plunging into what I would come to recall as a very sweet new memory indeed.
Originally published April 2006 - "April Showers"