The home cuming

She sat at the window, gazing atthe harbour and its buzz. It was a perfect day in Hobart. The weekend markets at Salamanca were buzzing with activity, little cottage industry sellers, locals and tourist all going through the small cobbled walkways. The smell of freshly baked Scallops pies and the sound of an Irish busker playing around the corner filled her senses. The boats and ferries were getting ready to take their first set off tourists out to the sea.

She had grown up in Hobart. It seemed like a long time ago now. The last 11 years she had lived in a nice apartment in New York, married to a stock broker. She was here on her holiday, visiting her mum. She had waited for this trip for a long time. Trying to find a month away from the busy city life had turned out to be difficult. Bills and life had forced her to work and work had left her no time. Her husband was a successful stock broker. They had a nice car and a posh city apartment. Life was good.

She was looking forward to the evening. A few of her School Friends had decided to catch up and have a reunion of sorts at a local seafood restaurant. She read the message on her phone again - See you @ 6 @ the Drunken Admiral!!

Soon it was time for her to get ready. She walked in to her closet and picked out an elegant short black dress. A pair of high heels and a touch of makeup later she was ready to go.

She took the stairs to the lobby and stepped outside the building in to an unusually warm Tassie evening. The Restaurant was just across the road from where she lived.

A pastel building on the old wharf in the old part of Hobart. She crossed the road and then walked across the new wharfs looking out at the sea. It was a dark cloudy evening.

It was like stepping back in time. The main room of the the restaurant was like a galley of an old Ship. The left side of the room was a small bar made out of Dark wood and the right side had small wooden tables and chairs. The walls were a Museum of maritime artifacts. Telescopes, Miniature ships, Shark heads, Old compasses, treasure maps, ropes, and Pirate flags. She felt like she was in an old merchant ship making its way across the ocean enroute to India for Spices.

She looked around trying to find a familiar face. Anna was suppose to be here. She and Anna had been best friends through school but she had not seen Anna in person for the last 11 years. Pictures on social media sites were all she had to go by. She saw a face that looked like her and smiled. Anna smiled back. The embrace lasted a minute. Both overwhelmed to see each other. There was a tear in Anna's eye. Anna smiled and ushered her to the table. There were 5 people all huddled up around a small table that had a few beer mugs and a cheese platter on it. She immediately recognized Sylvia They hugged and then Anna introduced her to Nick. She was glad to see Nick. He was her first crush and they had dated each other in high school. He had changed a bit. The hair had changed. He used to have long black surfer hair. It was now short and professional. He smiled and gave her a hug. There was also Andrew, another school friend. They all sat down, she ordered a rum and cola. Everyone wanted to know what she was up to. Andrew and Sylvia were living together in Launceston north of Hobart. She new Anna was married and lived across the brige in Mornington. She ran a cafe.

She looked at Nick - " What are you up to Nick?"

"I run an adventure tourism company just outside of Hobart. I take them on guided walks and tours around Hobart and in the national Park up north". He had always been passionate about the outdoors. Camping every summer."Oh that sounds really interesting. I am glad you have followed your passion. She smiled.

He offered to take her for a day trip to Mount Wellington. They used to ride their cycles there as kids.

The evening went well with great food ,wine, and lively conversations. Soon it was time to say good night. Pleasantries were exchanged and Nick offered to walk her home. They both stepped out and started the short stroll across the wharfs. The Seagulls and the tourists were all gone. It finally felt like home to her now. Walking back with her high school flame, she felt like a school girl again. They decided to take the long way around the wharf.

As they walked through tiny dimly lit alleys and streets the nostalgia grew and the wine made her bold. She asked Nick if he had a partner yet. Nick joked about how he was still waiting for her. They both smiled, for a brief moment looked at each other and carried on walking.

They reached her place and she gave her a quick formal peck on the cheek, exchanged good nights and went in. They had decided to go for a day trip up to mount Wellington the next day. Some where inside she was excited.

The sun came up and she rushed through her breakfast with child like enthusiasm. She hadn't felt like this for a long time. At 9 am the door bell rang and she picked up her day pack slipped in to her sneakers and opened the door. Nick was all smiles, "Good Morning! Are you ready for the picnic?" She was.

The rest of the morning went by fairly quickly as they ascended the steep narrow streets leading to the top. Once there they did the usual viewpoints as they got to more about each others everyday lives. At lunch time they found a quiet picnic spot overlooking the city.

As they chatted away the afternoon, she realized that after a long time she was happy. When they ran out of conversation they stared at the small expanse of Urban sprawl. She Turned to him and without saying a word kissed him. It was a moment of intense emotions. The right and the wrong, marriage, relationships, commitment, they all became distant noises, as they slipped away in to the quicksand of passion.

The prolonged kiss ended with her stopping to see if he was with her on this journey. He was lost in the moment that had just passed and was recovering from it. He looked at her eyes and in a moment they both were transported to their teenage years. The kiss was fiery this time and hands exploring ways to free each other of the clothes they had on. They continued kissing as they both lowered themselves to the picnic blanket. His fingers running down her arms, waist, finding their way under her long dress. She was being carried away by emotions she hadn't felt for a long time. Her own fingers were in his hair pulling him closer as her mouth opened trying to accommodate more his kisses. She felt his fingers grow impatient. Her insides were melting, as she felt the warm juices starting to ooze in anticipation of what was about to happen. She felt her hands crawl up her waist up to her another wall of fabric, separating her natural curves from his fingers. He cupped his hands as he grazed over her brassier. She was yearning for more contact. She felt the embrace of her bra let go as his fingers fiddled with the back and his hands returned to the front. The fingers found their way below the fabric. She gasped as his fingers brushed past her peaks. He was passionate and held her as she shivered under his touches. His hands grabbed what they could and she felt the rough manly fingers squeeze the soft flesh. She broke the kiss and his head lowered in to soft cleavage through the neckline.

She knew what this meant as his fingers pulled the neckline of her dress further down to let his lips found the top of her right mound hungrily and closed on it. She felt the pinch of her lips sucking deep long strokes as groans escaped her lips. Her legs parted and she straddled him. As his hungry mouth moved from one curvy bosom to another, his fingers made way on to her bottom. Fingers grabbing the soft flesh, sign of a man who was quickly overcome by the intense desire to rip the cotton panties off her waist. The fingers tried every avenue to find their way in to her wet crevice and finally they pushed them aside in the front to expose her to the hardness that was stifled in his pants. The friction of her rubbing against his shaft excited throbbing bump. She wanted him inside her. Her hands moved and in a crazed fumble she undid his zipper and pushed his underpants aside to grab the shaft. They both stopped as the moment intensified. Social rules lay broken as she felt the hardness throb under the pressure of her fingers. She squeezed and watcher his eyes open wide and his lips part in pleasure. His fingers dug deep in to her buttocks. She rose and in then pushed him to a point of no return. As she lowered herself slowly on him she felt the smooth head spread her and push past the opening. Their eyes locked as their pupils dilated, their bodies producing this amazing concoction of chemicals. Slowly the head pushed in and then she felt the veiny sticky shaft on the inner lips. She moved grinding herself on his groin. His hungry mouth returned to her exposed nipples, his tongue was flicking on the skin of her peak as the lips pressed them hard. She focused on the intense feeling of being sucked. She opened her eyes and saw his mouth on her. The excited button feeling the course material of his jeans as she rocked back and forth on the hardness. The physical pleasure intensified as her eyes saw the passion that was driving him in that moment of madness. The voyeur in her was on the edge and the visual gratification was too much for her heightened senses. She shuddered as the feeling broke inside her, rushing down, flowing out on his shaft. She started to grind harder against him maximising the pressure between her legs. Her mind went blank and everything became a blur and meaningless. She could almost see with her eyes shut, the electric feeling running through her, causing intense spasms of pleasure. She rode the streaks for several seconds forgetting to breathe and then reached the calm shores as her skin tingled from post orgasm. She crashed on his chest feeling event inch of him encased within her wet and sticky inside...Kiss Kiss