The summer break between my
Sophomore and Junior year in college, I got involved with a man that was
several years my senior. We met through
a mutual friend at work, and hit it off automatically. He was sweet on me and I had him wrapped
around my finger. Whenever we got
together –whether we spent the evening talking, were out at a restaurant or
having sex –we always had a great time.
Our relationship got a little too
serious, a little too quick. That,
coupled with everything that we both had going on in our own lives –his
children were starting high school and I was preparing to go back to college,
there was less and less time for the two of us to share. And when the summer
ended, so did our relationship. I’ve
always wondered from time to time, how he was doing, and if he ever thought
about me and that summer we spent together.
Every now and then, when I am alone
with myself, my thoughts and my memories, I fantasize about John. I picture myself coming back from lunch and
finding a Frederick ’s of Hollywood
bag along with a note in an envelope from John, sitting on my desk. When I open the envelope a hotel pass falls
out; the accompanying note reads: Meet me
at 7 tonight in room 628 at the Radisson on Nicholson Ave.
I make my way to the hotel, wearing
the clothing provided, my favorite red heels and a rain coat. I wait patiently outside of the room until
exactly seven then enter. There are
candles everywhere, and on the bed, completely naked is John. I remove my coat, and walk over to the bed
and climb on to it, then onto John. I sit on his lap facing him –feeling his
long hard dick lying between the lips he prefers to kiss, when he whispers, “I know that I haven’t
always told you how I feel about you, but tonight I want to show you –every way
I can.”
He asks me lie on my side –with my
legs slightly curved forward. John
crawls around me and I feel his dick snake around the back of by neck before I
feel his lips kiss every inch of my outer labia. The kissing reigning down arouses me to no
end.
John then tells me he wants me to turn, so
that I’m on my hands and knees. He,
facing my backside, spreads my outer labia apart then reaches his mouth forward
and begins sucking on my inner labia.
His warm breath against my flesh really gets me going. After he has spent some time sucking he stops
and asks me to lie on my back.
While there, I watch him –candlelight
casting light and shadow against his body, as he descends between my legs, but
now he is biting and gently nibbling on my clit. Holy fuck! He is teasing the hell out of me –pulling it
between his teeth…just the way I like it.
It feels so fucking good that I am ready to cum when he stops yet again
–suspending my climax. I start to get a
little frustrated, then John tells me he wants show me he loves me in one more
way. “I want you to pretend my head is a
chair and sit on my face.”
I nearly wet myself at the request,
but quickly comply, knowing that this shit can only get better. He lies on the bed, with his head on the pillows
and I straddle his face and hold onto the headboard. John lifts me off of him, “That’s not the way
I want you to sit on me –turn around.”
I climb off then back on, in the
opposite direction. I hold onto his
chest as his thumbs pull apart both sets of lips, his fingers massage my clit
and his tongue makes it way into my pussy.
He is licking the outside with the length of his tongue and flicking
inside with just the tip –I know there are no more ways in which he is going to
show me his love and I squat further onto him, letting him love me a little
deeper. The tip of his nose stimulates
my ass just enough, and I cross the threshold and cum in his mouth, again and
again.
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