Meeting again an old flame for an intense fuck
Author: Sarah Michelle Lynch Categories: Written by Ladies, Couples Fucking, Free Erotic StoriesComment
Five years ago, when I left for Italy to help set up a new company, that was the biggest mistake of my life. Alexa refused to come with me because she had a good thing going in London—an amazing career in design, great friends, family too—and she wouldn’t make the move unless I showed commitment. I was in my late twenties then and didn’t know what I wanted. I wasn’t even thinking about buying a ring yet.
We tried long-distance, but it got too hard. There was too much going on; my ambition took over, for a time. Her emotions were all over the place and I couldn’t stand to see what I was doing to her. It ended over text. Three glorious years we had together, and it ended over text.
But now she’s here, tonight. And we’ve escaped the others, to possibly have sex.
Well, most definitely, we’re going to! We’ve taken ourselves off to some hidden nook and she’s doing her thing, dancing up a storm for me. Jeez… I missed those legs.
We’re up in Oxfordshire. The CEO invited a bunch of us over to his country pile for a shooting weekend, but I never expected she’d be here, too. Not in a million years.
All it took was for our eyes to meet across the dining room. No words and I was back in the thick of desire, all over again. Tonight was the social for people like me who are over from Italy and don’t know the UK team all that well. I’m the Chief Sustainability Officer over in Italy for our luxury brand company, but I may as well be speaking Dutch to these guys here tonight. And I speak three languages, actually. None of which they understand. These guys only speak one language: dosh, and how to get more of it. My job exists to make it seem like they’re carrying out due diligence, but mainly I’m scuppered at every turn and this weekend I was thinking of laying down the law or else I’m leaving. Now leaving is looking even more appealing.
After the dessert course, I excused myself from the table, telling my date I was going to the bathroom. She’s just an intern happy to have a free weekend away. I was considering fucking her, but not now.
Out in the corridor, Alexa wasn’t far behind me as the others made their way through to the lounge. We shared another look as we checked we weren’t being followed. In her eyes, I saw she wanted to fuck me. Badly.
Over dinner, I’d noticed she was on the arm of the CFO, Jasper. Slimy bastard. I’ll remember to have a contract taken out on him in the morning.
Now we’re here, in some kind of boot room. It’s dingy. I didn’t know where I was going, but she did—obviously having come down to shoot at this house before. This means she’s been dating Jasper a while, not that he satisfies her, obviously, or she wouldn’t be here with me now.
He certainly won’t be dissatisfying her anymore. Not if I have anything to do with it.
Seeing her again, I’m reminded why I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her—loving her.
I can’t get over her.
I’m never going to be.
She’s the one.
It was just the wrong time.
Or was I wrong? Was I a fool to leave?
She’s swaying those hips like she knows how good she looks to me—how ravishing. She looks better than ever. Still, into her dancing and the gym, I reckon. She’s thirty now and even more of a goddess. But it was never just her looks or her incredible body I loved. I adored her, through and through. Her sassiness, confidence, and her particular way of always making people feel special. Nobody has made me feel so special since her. I’ve missed her like crazy, and from the way she’s wriggling her peachy butt around in front of me, she’s missed me, too.
I need to know if she tastes the same, I need to know if she’s still got that tattoo.
God, I’ve looked for love, but I never found it again.
She makes me feel raw and hungry and insatiable; I’ve missed that so damn much. That special spark is hard to find. It’s an overwhelming feeling that means you’d do crazy things, just to have them whisper your name. Like us fucking down here at the other end of the house while our dates for the night start to wonder where we are.
We’ve still not spoken a word to one another yet, but her gaping mouth is saying all kinds of things, like how hungry she is for cock. My cock. Her eyes are speaking, too. She’s asking if I still pump iron, if I still need it all the time damn. Well, yes, yes, I fucking do.
She’s grinning, even as she starts to lift the hem of her long black dress. She knows we could get caught—but she doesn’t care. She bites her lip when she sees me rubbing my erect cock and all I can think about is that one time we fucked in public before. A nightclub in the East End, thumping music, people so close by, the stench of sweat overwhelming—just a thin wall separating us from everyone else. I held my hand over her mouth to muffle her screams. She got so wet and I filled her so full, that she left a wet patch on the taxi seat on our way home.
Jesus, I haven’t been this hard in half a decade. This is just how fucking special she is to me, and why? Why the fuck did I let her go?
Yet here we are.
Maybe it’ll be like fucking a stranger, but so much better.
Everything led to here, now… her.
When she reaches over to stroke my thigh for a moment, brushing only the tip of my cock with her long fingers, that’s when I see a flash of delight run through her.
She missed my cock. She almost forgot how big I am and how much a man can want a woman.
Well, honey, I missed you, too. So did my fat fucking wedge.
She finally sits to my side on the boot room’s old-fashioned couch, brushes her mouth to mine and then eases her delicate tongue out…
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The heart that’s in my chest feels like it’s not my own anymore. Strangled, she has me. Fucking strangled.
I’m going to explode and I nearly do, losing my shit when she kisses me softly, tenderly, her taste that long-buried but not forgotten delight. I want to drown in it now, not let go of it, even if she doesn’t give me another chance—I’ll wrap myself up in this beautiful thing between us, even if it’s just for now, sod the consequences and my potentially broken heart afterwards.
Then when she grabs my cock and balls over my slacks and I hear her gulp, I know there’s no way I’m not fucking her into a frenzy. I’ll have her back forever, from tonight.
Shaking herself away from me, frightened she’s giving away too much already, I’m scared she’s not going to come back to me.
I needn’t have worried. She’s just delaying. Teasing. She wants to have me remember—that I loved to watch her dance, and she loved to see me with eyes only for her.
God, Alexa, I want to remember.
I want to be harrowed, tortured and have her fucking break me.
Do it, bitch. Break me.
I’ve lived too long without this feeling.
Give me it all, woman, I command, as she dances for me some more… then she can’t take her eyes off my groin.
She leans over towards me and I slide down my zipper. She sees just the hint of flesh and reaches out without thinking, tugging me out of my trousers and into her greedy fingers.
Now as she stares into my eyes, I see.
She’s glad this night is happening.
She wants to be free, too.
Hell, does her hand around my swollen big cock feel good. She can see I would come if she but asked it of me, and I’d come hard, and then again, too. But it’s not about me now. It’s about her. And somehow, I control my breathing, suck it back and manage not to spew all over her.
I give her a kiss and almost whisper I love her, but that might break the spell. She wants this dirty and dangerous. I can understand that. We’ve both been without for so long. Even her hair feels like silk spun by angels.
I need her back like I need air.
Just when I’m praying she’ll put those succulent lips around my dick, she does, but for the briefest of moments—and I’m dying.
Dying to feel her take my cum in her mouth. Or anywhere, for that matter.
And I would come, if not for the gift she offers me instead:
Her ass, as she lifts her dress and turns so I can drink in the scent of her again.
The best ass I’ve ever had the pleasure of coming in or on.
My fingers are shaking, nearly unable to grasp her panties, but the desire to undress her wins out and I grab her lace thong and unsheathe her peachy derriere.
Jesus, she’s perfect.
Thank god the tattoo stayed. I’ll be coming on that as well, later. I kiss it and her lower back dimples. I can’t help myself and bite her ass cheek, brush the tip of my middle finger across her opening and discover she’s saturated. I still don’t want to break the spell, but fuck, I want to say I’m right there, too. It’s been so long since I felt anything like this.
She moves backwards to demand I slide my fingers into her, the sweetness of her scent invading my nostrils while the heat of her pussy gets closer… closer.
She grunts and shifts back until I’ve got two fingers buried deep in her tight, hot heat. She’s majorly tensing and I don’t think I’ve ever felt any woman trembling with so much desire before now.
I want to tell her that for me, too nothing else ever came close.
I think of all the nights I had a woman offer herself up, yet I’d send her home, just so I could be alone with thoughts of Alexa and enjoy a thoroughly filthy wank, all by myself, rather than have someone interrupt my train of thought.
Our fingers collide as she reaches back to barely touch her clit, just to ease the pressure maybe. Fuck, I don’t want her near another man ever again. She better know that already!
Reaching up, I find her tits are high and firm, solid because of her arousal. Her nipples are stiff and puckered, desperate for me to suck. It’s quickly going to get out of control and she knows it, I know it, which is why I think she takes a seat between my legs a second, begging with her eyes I will be tender and ease her pain.
I remember this part from old. Sometimes we’d screw too fast and she’d suffer. I’m not exactly small. She needed plenty of teasing and the inhibitions tugging out of her. I’ll be more than happy to oblige there, every day, for the rest of our lives.
She starts rocking on my hand and it feels like I’m haemorrhaging, I’m so desperate for her to take me. Yet…
…when I tease that first orgasm from her, my fingers fucking her sopping pussy, nothing ever felt better than the cry of her release and her walls shuddering around my two drenched digits.
Her fears and inhibitions dispensed with, a sigh of relief leaving her, she undoes the top of her dress and frees her breasts for my pleasure and hers.
I stroke my hands over the silken, gorgeous skin of her body and my dick nearly explodes when her rock-hard nipples scorch my fingers. She hears my moan and there’s no stopping her, she’s aiming me at her entrance and I’m swallowed into her tight, wet cunt.
God, I’m home, I’m home. That’s all I can think as she circles her hips and drips down my balls, not having to try very hard at all to fit me inside her. She’s fully engorged and not a hint of me being unwelcome.
Even as she spreads her legs wide and lets me take her even deeper in this position, it’s not the sex or exhibitionism that’s the hottest thing. It’s when we kiss and she’s playful and then pliant, nearly coming around me whenever our tongues brush, it’s then I know she feels the same way—and it’s that which drives me fucking insane!
While I’m sucking her tit, rubbing her clit and thinking I might die unless she lets me come sometime soon, I’m telling her with my eyes over and over—I love her.
Then she takes me so deeply, like a pole ramrod up her, I’ve no idea how I’m holding on even as she milks me hard and washes me in her cum. But all I want is to see her happy.
She lifts off my dick and turns around to face me, our attraction pulling us closer and closer. When we kiss deeply, it’s damn near the sexiest, most fucking devilish kiss of my entire life.
Then she’s on her knees taking my pussy-coated cock in her glorious mouth, sucking me violently, lashing me with her tongue. I’ve never had a woman before look like she wants it as much. And from this day, I’ll never want anyone blowing me but her.
Just when I decide we’ve got to change it up or I’ll not last much longer, she takes my glans right to the back of her throat and swallows my dick nearly into her gut. I can’t help it, I spurt a couple of times down her gullet. Not a full load, just enough to save me… let me keep going. She’s grateful and so am I.
Nobody has come looking for us yet and I don’t think they will. She’ll not be bothered even if they do, I don’t think. We’re going to fuck for as long as it takes for her to forgive me, that’s obvious.
I open my shirt and let her see my tats and my tanned body, fresh from a holiday on the coast in Tuscany. Her eyes flash with pleasure as she mounts my lap and faces me so we can properly make love, the scent of her sex overwhelming, the urgency to be back as one unreal.
It takes her a moment seeing as though she’s tight from her previous orgasm and I’m even harder now the edge has been taken off. When she starts up though, fuck, I could come instantly—this time I’d put Mount Vesuvius to shame.
Grasping the top of the couch, she’s bucking like I’m her prize stallion and I’ve got her tits in my face, begging to be sucked, licked and grasped. Every time I lick her nipple, she enjoys a mini-orgasm and the ache in my groin gets worse. I’m so hard, it hurts and I want to come properly… so bad. The tension in my lower back begs me to throw her over onto all fours and ride the shit out of her, but… she has to know I’d give anything to get her back. Her pleasure comes first.
So when it’s all getting too much again, I get rid of my shirt and she’s arrested a moment, taking in the new tattoos and the bigger shoulders and arms. I’m more mature. I’ve lived. She takes time to assess my body and I can’t do anything to stop myself when the look in her eye drives me to plough all-in, hugging and kissing her, wanting to be deeper and deeper in her pussy and her heart.
The moment she gives into it—really lets go—is when she wraps her hands around my neck, moves her hands into my hair and moans my name quietly.
There’s another rush of pleasure as she rides me like a woman possessed, taking another orgasm, her cries making it difficult to hold on, especially when my balls are rock solid and the cum is practically exploding out of my veins. Yet I want to look. Want to see her lose it. I need to document every little gasp, sigh and tremble of her lips as she succumbs to this thing between us.
And when she’s done, I find that’s when I’m just getting started.
We’re not leaving here tonight unless it’s in my car and she’s sucking my knob as we drive away.
I’m going to remind her just what it is between us—just what I can do to her body, if she might allow herself to trust me again.
I lay her down and she’s ecstatic for me to take her and do as I wish with her. I see it right there in her eyes—she’s docile for me. She’ll do anything, but actually, so will I.
I remember some of her most outrageous orgasms were had when I had my fingers up her and my tongue on her clit… and when I go down and discover she’s as sweet as ever and lightly coated in my precum, too… I nearly lose it as she writhes, pants and clutches my fingers, over and over, her endless orgasms torturous for us both.
When I woke up this morning, I thought nothing about this weekend would truly delight me, but witnessing her violent orgasm, as she finally spurts, too…
God damn, I’m in heaven.
She reaches down to feel it and I’m gone. Totally done for.
We may as well go for it now. Even if they walked in wondering where we’d got to, I wouldn’t give a fuck. It’d be obvious to everyone she’s mine and I’m hers and they’d have to get the fuck out.
She’s wetter than wet and I’ve spent the past five years bored out of my skull, stuck in the gym most evenings. She may as well get the full benefit.
So after I’ve stripped, and she’s taken in the full impact of my body, I give her a dark look so she knows I’m going to shoot deep into her unless she says no.
But she doesn’t.
And when I push my thick shaft into her sopping wet, highly sensitive cunt, she trembles with every jerk of my cock inside her and I’m loving every second, knowing that’s she mine. Always was, always will be.
Barely murmuring the word, “Mine” against her mouth, yet she shrieks at the mention.
She’s so mine now, no resistance, as I fuck her the way I want to fuck, finally.
Fast, deep and unforgiving on her tight, wet little cunt.
I’m almost willing that prick to walk in here and see just how much she’s mine, how much she stretches for me, bares herself to me… moans for me and scratches her nails down my back and arms.
It starts in my arse and my lower back turns red hot as I fuck through her multiple orgasms, slaked like I’ve never been before, riding through rivers of her hot desire like a man possessed. My thighs go into spasm, nearly cramping tight like lead weights, but I keep going even as she’s gulping on non-existent air and we’re ripping each other apart.
Before I know it, I’m tipping so deep inside her she’s practically swallowing me into her womb. I’m possessed by her and nearly dying, trembling from head to toe as I let go over and over again, her cries and moans like song, like hymns for the ages, as she wrenches the essence from me, demanding I release deep into her body.
It was the biggest orgasm of my life. Maybe hers, too. She looks delighted but shocked.
We’re both shaking and trembling, still jerking occasionally. As I ease us both down, I kiss her pretty mouth and whisper against her ear, “Come back to me.”
She says nothing but there’s a little smile in her eyes as I take her hand. Then that coyness spreads to her lips, too. She seems open to negotiation, it would seem.
Now, if that was only the beginning, well… who knows what places we might take each other next…
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