10 Years After
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I paced around the house waiting and looking at my watch. It had been 10 years since I’d laid eyes on Sharon and the idea of seeing her again was strange, scary and exciting all at the same time. I’d only found her again a month ago. I’d been thinking of her more and more and how much I missed her and wanted to talk to her again. We’d been inseparable through high school and madly in love. Maybe I should say in lust too as we spent as much time in bed as out having lost our virginity together during my senior year.
It was a classic high school romance that made it through the first year of college and then died due to distance, new relationships and hurt feelings. As my marriage had begun to fall apart a year ago and was now over except for the paperwork (she’d taken a temporary transfer at work and had found someone else), I had begun to think more and more about Sharon. Finally, after mustering the courage, I called her parents, who still lived in the same place, and managed to get her number from them. The only reason I’d done that was I’d heard that she actually lived near me. A mutual high school friend had mentioned it in passing and it sent my mind back and my cock skyward.
You never do forget the first one and that was sure true about Sharon and me. When I finally got it together to call her, she was thrilled to hear from me. We quickly caught up on the past 10 years and within a week, we were chatting on the phone almost every evening after my I got home from work. Turns out, her marriage wasn’t doing too well either (he’d left her from someone else and they were separated now), and we spent a lot of time trying to cheer each other up. Finally after a week of increasingly intense conversations, Sharon suggested we get together.
I said I’d meet her anywhere she wanted and she said she’d like to come by my place and just hang out and talk. I gave her directions and now here I was pacing the house waiting and watching. Would she look the same? What would she say when she saw me? The clean-cut guy from high school was now a bearded, bicycle-racing machine and bike store-owner with a ponytail and contact lenses instead of glasses. She said on the phone that she’d cut her long blond hair and had added a few pounds but I also knew how sensitive she was about her weight. In other words, her idea of a few pounds might only be a few ounces to the rest of us.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, I heard a car pull up in the driveway and a soft knock at the back door. I opened it and stared up at her. It was like I was back in high school. My heart pounded and she looked even more beautiful and sexy now. She smiled down at me (she was 8 inches taller) and walked in. I closed the door and we stood in the kitchen just taking one another in. She was dressed in a loose green t-shirt that still couldn’t hide her large breasts and shorts that showed off her smooth, long legs. Her blonde hair was cut short and it made her soft, round face and ice blue eyes look even sexier.
I was wearing running shorts and a t-shirt and I hoped my erection didn’t show too clearly through my shorts. Of course, her hard nipples popping up through her shirt gave me a hint I wasn’t the only one with a good memory. “You look so good,” I said, reaching up and touching her cheek softly. She turned her head and I felt her soft lips kiss my hand.
“You look even better,” she said, her beautiful voice even sexier than I remembered. Then she moved into my arms, her warm body flowed against me and she bent low and kissed me. I felt heat rush through me and my cock ached in my thin shorts as she pressed herself against me. Her arms came around my back and held me tight as the kiss went on and on. My hands moved around her back, then down to her large, soft ass cheeks and I squeezed. Her tongue slid between my lips and tickled mine, a sure sign from the old days that she was highly aroused. She ground herself against me, making my cock press deep into her soft flesh and then broke the kiss and sank to her knees.
I looked down as she slid my shorts off and helped me step out of them. Her soft, loving hands closed around my eight inch steel rod and she kissed the tip, licking away my precum. “Mmmm, I missed you so much,” she whispered. Me, or my cock; I wondered as she took me into her warm mouth. Her skills had improved since high school when she had great enthusiasm but little experience. Her lips glided up and down while her hands stroked my shaft and massaged my heavy, full balls. She sucked and slurped and moaned and I felt myself rushing towards climax at breakneck speed. She had gotten incredible, not just good, and I put my hand on her shoulder.
“I’m going to come really soon,” I gasped. She looked up at me and smiled around her mouthful and went even faster. I braced myself against the cabinet behind me and cried out as I felt my cock begin to quiver and my balls cut loose. The tickle became a rush that filled my body and I arched my back and exploded into her waiting mouth. I shook as wave after wave of bliss rushed through me while her expert lips and hands milked and coaxed every drop from me until I pulled back, unable to take anymore. I sagged to floor and she pulled me into her arms. “That was the best ever,” I groaned as I worked to catch my breath.
“You have no idea how many nights I pictured doing this,” she said, leaning back so she could look at me. Then she amazed me. She stood gracefully and slipped her shirt off over her head and then bent and stepped out of her shorts. She wore only a heavy cotton bra underneath to support her large, soft C-cup breasts and no panties. She reached behind and deftly unhooked the bra, allowing her gorgeous mounds to tumble free before my hungry eyes. Her breasts were not at all firm, but soft and pillowy, hanging down her chest. They were topped with large, light brown areolas that crinkled to half their size and her nipples were large and even darker and hard as hell. My eyes traveled down and I found her once furry pussy bare and smooth and gleaming with moisture. Wow!
“Baby, do you think you’re up to returning the favor?” she asked, her voice lusty and teasing. She helped me up and then pulled my shirt off leaving us both nude in the middle of my kitchen, our clothes spread around the floor, along with two pairs of discarded flip-flops. Without a word, I took her hand and led her to my bedroom, helping her to a comfortable spot in the center of my unmade queen size bed. She spread her legs wide and smiled as I knelt before her naked body. Her pussy opened like a flower, all moist pink skin and darkness within. My cock was already stirring as I gazed down at all my best memories now reality in my bed.
I lay down and started to kiss her pussy. I began sucking and licking the heavy outer lips, savoring her musky juices as she pressed herself against me. She moaned and I looked up as she began to squeeze and rub her breasts. I slid one, then a second finger deep into her tight hole and felt the familiar squeeze as her muscular pussy responded. I moved to her clit and began to slowly, carefully slide my tongue over the large, protruding red button. I was immediately rewarded as her back arched and she cried out. My lovely Sharon was one of those very rare women who cum easily and often. In high school, I could lick her through three or four orgasms in just a few minutes and that was on my knees in the woods behind the school while she stood with her jeans around her knees, listening to make sure nobody found our secret spot.
I began to work even harder, wanting to take her as high as she had taken me. I took a chance, and slid one finger out of her pussy and then deep into her tight little anus while the other finger continued to slide in and out of her pussy. She cried out and came again, obviously loving the double penetration. I kept my hand moving and trapped her clit between my lips while I applied gentle suction to it. This time she pulled a pillow over her face and screamed into it as her whole body shook and rocked, causing the whole bed to bounce with the force of her climax. “Stop Mark, I can’t take anymore,” she cried, pulling the pillow away. I slipped my juice coated fingers from her and sat up to gaze down at her incredible body. Her face was red and her breasts swayed and shook as she fought to catch her breath. Her body gleamed with sweat and her nipples pointed skyward, hard and crinkled like little candy kisses.
She reached up and took me in her arms, pulling me down onto her warm, sweaty chest. My cock was now hard again and I felt it press into her moist heat as we moved together. I moved up so we could kiss and my cock slipped up from her lips and was pressed between our bellies. I kissed her luscious lips, her cheeks, her neck and moved downward to suck at her nipples, something she always loved. Her breasts were just as I remembered them, soft, warm, and smelling faintly of the musk cologne she favored. The tiny hairs that once grew around her nipples were gone and she moaned softly as I licked, nibbled and sucked at her little nubs, covering her breasts with kisses and love bites.
She began to moan more strongly and I felt her legs come around me and lock around my waist. My cock was now slipping between her wet lips and I was just waiting for her to tell me what she wanted. I mean, I knew what she wanted, but I wanted her to ask before I just jumped in. I didn’t know if she was on the pill or I needed a condom or what. I felt her shift underneath me and all of a sudden, I was inside her warm, wet core. “Oh Mark, I’ve been waiting to feel this for 10 years,” she groaned as she moved her hips up to fully engulf me.
It was as if I had never left her. We held very still and stared into one another’s eyes as our bodies melted together. Her pussy was as hot, tight and muscular as I remembered. “Love me baby, give me everything as hard and fast as you can,” she whispered, her voice low and needy. Her arms held me against her and her legs were still wrapped tightly around my waist. I had never felt this close to anyone in my life. I began to thrust hard and fast, feeling her inner muscles tighten and loosen as I slid in and out. I could feel her heart pounding beneath me and her breath rasped. She moaned, cried out and sobbed in sheer pleasure as wave after wave of orgasm wracked her trembling body.
My whole world shrank then as I felt myself moving in her sweaty embrace. I felt every touch of her body, smelled her sweat, heard her sobs and buried my face in her chest and screamed as my cock exploded deep inside her. I have no idea how long it took or where her body ended and mine began. The heat and sweat made me feel, for that split second of orgasm, as if time stopped and she and I were utterly, completely connected. My body writhed and my cock felt as though it was coming apart as I filled her with every drop of cum in my body. “Oh god I love you!” I screamed before I finally collapsed in her arms, gasping, sweat pouring from my body, our slippery hot flesh pressed tightly together.
I closed my eyes and watched as pulsing colors bobbed in the darkness. Slowly, our bodies cooled and she loosened her grip. He legs unwound and came down onto the bed and I slowly opened my eyes and looked up to find her smiling down at me, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. “Did you really mean that or was it just your cock talking,” she asked, her voice hoarse.
I looked into her eyes and smiled. “I don’t think I ever really stopped loving you,” I said, feeling my own eyes well up. I made to move up to kiss her, but she tightened her arms and held me.
“No, just stay inside me for awhile. You have no idea how much I missed this,” she said. I lay my head back down on her soft breast and closed my eyes. I listened to the slowing beat of her heart and felt her soft hands stroking my back and playing with my hair. At one point she pulled the tie out, letting it fall free. “You look so different now. But good different, even sexier than you did in high school,” she said.
“Mmm, you look even better too,” I said, looking back up at her. “And this is even better than I remembered,” I added, kissing her breast. I felt her inner muscles ripple and my cock, barely hard now, jumped inside and began to grow. She felt it and smiled at me.
“If I asked you for a very naughty thing, would you do it?” she said, her eyes half lidded.
“Would you slide that wonderful cock in my ass? I’ve had this fantasy about you and I doing that for years and in high school I was always afraid to ask.” The thought of sliding into that tiny bud had my cock hard in seconds. I sat up on my knees and slid out, noting that I was coated in her slippery juices and her ass gleamed wetly too. She had gotten so wet the combination of her natural lubricants, my cum, and sweat had leaked all the way to coat her ass. She reached down and slipped my cock down against her anus. “Go slow honey, you’re huge and I’ve only done it a couple times,” she said, lifting her legs up to allow me free access to her tight hole. I looked down and began to push very slowly.
She moaned and I looked up quickly, but she was smiling, her eyes closed, her soft lips parted. I grasped her ankles and held her legs up high and wide and slipped fully inside her. Her ass was even tighter than her pussy and even though I’d just come twice, I knew I’d be filling her a third time very quickly. Her hands released her legs and came to rest at her sides, gripping the sheets convulsively as I began to thrust into her churning ass. She pushed herself against me harder and harder, meeting each thrust with one of her own. She wasn’t coming like she normally did though. I wondered if she was ok when the most amazing thing happened.
She was breathing hard, twisting the sheets in her hands when her eyes flew open and she almost came off the bed. “Ugh, ahh, ohh!” she cried out. I looked down and fluid gushed from her pussy, coating my thrusting cock in a sticky heated mess. I’d heard of women having wet orgasms, but this was amazing. Her ass clamped down on me so hard I could barely move, but the pressure was all I needed. For the third time that night, I felt my cock let go and I slammed deep inside her and came, groaning as my whole body exploded with the sensation of an orgasm that almost took my head off. I could feel my cock shake and shoot over and over, but I knew I was actually coming only a few drops. Yet, the intensity was even more than the first two times. Sharon squirted again, less strongly before we both fell to the bed and I popped free of her ass. We lay side by side, panting and again, coated in sweat.
“Thank you baby, that was even better than I imagined,” she said, leaning over and kissing me. “Oh, and I never stopped loving you either,” she said, kissing me softly before we got up and showered. We were a complete mess. She helped me change the sheets on the bed, there was huge wet spot in the middle.
As we stood in the kitchen, picking up our clothes, I looked at her and knew I could never let her go again. I brushed a few stray hairs from her forehead and looked up into her smiling face. “Sharon, how do you feel about second marriages?” I asked, my voice a little shaky. She smiled broadly and kissed me, then took me in her arms, dropping the clothes.
“As long as they involve you and me, I’ll bet they’re even better than the first ones,” she whispered. Then we went back to bed.
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