A few months ago I wrote a few stories about a woman I met and dated while I was in grad school:
Making her beg/Making her squirt/Eating her out/Introduing her to anal
My relationship with her had been, quite simply, the most satisfying string of sexual encounters of either of our lives. Sadly a job pulled me to the opposite coast after graduation, and we did what we thought was the mature thing by breaking up.
Fast forward 3 years, to last weekend. I'd recently accepted an offer back in the city where I went to school and have been working my ass off. This past Friday, some buddies and I decide to blow off some steam and head out to a nice leather-sofa, scotch-on-the-rocks bar in my neighborhood, which had become one of our regular spots over the last few months. It was the sort of place a grad student might take a girl he really liked - in fact I'd taken Caitlin there 4 years ago on one of our first dates before we realized that we were much happier drinking a 6-pack and fucking the night away in my apartment.
You already know what's going to happen. We're a few beers in when one of my old school friends jabs me in the ribs and does a ridiculously un-subtle head jerk over towards the door. I turn, of course, and see Caitlin.
She was hot in grad school - make no mistake about that - but the intervening years had turned her into a goddess. It wasn't so much that she had changed physically - she still had the same gorgeous face, a big full smile, bouncy tits and a taut round ass - but that she carried herself with a new confidence. She wore a thin-strapped black dress that she never would have thought she could pull off in grad school. It clung to her thighs like saran wrap (and might as well have been clear cause let me tell you I could see myself getting in between her legs) and ended a solid 9 inches above the knee. She was not the innocent girl anymore.
Caitlin was with one girlfriend, and seemed to be in the middle of a story as our eyes met. Her voice trailed off, and a second later she was all smiles and hugs as she came over to greet us.
We talked, but I couldn't say about what. The physical chemistry was so strong you could drink it - it was obvious to the two of us that conversation was just a formality at this point. As my friends and hers got the hint and melted away (one of my work buddies actually banged her friend that night), Caitlin and I crushed the intervening years into nothing between our bodies. After 20 minutes or so - long enough to keep up appearances - I called us an Uber. We hadn't made it a step out of the bar before I slid one hand up to the nape of her neck and the other to her cheek. We kissed like we were each others' antidote. The urgency there was like nothing I've ever felt. I thought I was as hard as I could get until I heard her murmur "I haven't been able to find anyone who can get me off like you. Remind me what I've been missing." Holy shit - this was not the bashful girl I'd dated, but I was loving it.
Ten minutes later we're back at my place - standard studio apartment, nothing special, but at least it was clean and my bed was made. My hands were all over her, rediscovering her body, and before I knew it we were down to our underwear and she was sitting splay-legged on my kitchen counter. I knelt down between her legs, touching my lips to her thigh just north of the knee, when she grabbed my hair and pulled me back to my feet. "We have time for that later," she panted, jerking my boxers down over my dick. "But now I need your cock."
Her underwear, some black lacy boyshorts, were on the floor before the words had finished leaving her mouth.
I pushed up against her, sliding my cock up and down her pussy, tapping her clit gently, and she moaned. Then I lined up and started to push in, and she whimpered, looking up at me with her big dark eyes, hooded in lust so deep it looked like confusion. There is no better feeling on earth than pushing in a little, pulling out, pushing in a half inch further, pulling out, feeling her wetness coat your cock until finally you're able to slide all the way inside, and feel her stretch around you, hear her breath catch in your ear, feel her fingers tighten on your biceps.
She may have been more confident, sexier, more mature, but I knew she still liked to get dominated. And I'd fed my own dominant side since we were together. I wrapped my arms under her thighs and around towards her back, folding her legs up to her chest and giving me complete control over her. And with that I started fucking her like a goddamn sexual Tyrannosaurus.
Leaning her back in the way we always had, I was able to pound right into her anterior fornix - something I had discovered and taken full advantage of years earlier. Her first orgasm hit before we'd been at it a minute.
"Holy fuck yes, yes, oh god how- how- don't stop, don't ever fucking stop fucking me like this oh god oh my god FUCKKKKKK" and her nails were cutting little crescents in my arms as she stared up at me with her mouth hanging slack. I didn't relent as her body shook against me, pounding her even harder as I felt her thighs jerk and smelled her wetness on my thighs. She hadn't quite come down from the first climax when she moaned "fuck I'm gonna come again" and reached down to rub her own clit. This was a huge surprise for me - she'd absolutely never been ok touching herself when we were together before, and I planned to take full advantage of it now.
After just a few seconds on the magic button, I heard her breathing speed up to a pant and then stop as her core tensed and her pussy clamped down on my cock. I fucked her hard through that climax, through the point when her head dropped forward to her chest, and only paused when her hands pushed at my chest.
"Hold on, hold on, give me a second. Fuck that was intense." She smiled up at me and closed her eyes.
I pulled out of her, scooped her up, and carried her to the couch. Now I hadn't had sex in a month, and I knew things weren't going to last much longer, but wanted to make sure to rock her world at least one more time before then.
As soon as her legs stopped shaking I stood her up and bent her over the couch so her preposterous ass was angled right up into the air. She'd clearly been working out - her ass and thighs were nice and tight - and despite being golden brown there were no tan lines to be seen. Heh, I'd completely forgotten about that till I got into the flow of writing this down - I'll have to ask her where she's been tanning naked.
Forcing her head down into the cushions, I lined up behind her and slid home in one motion. We both gasped and I quickly picked up the pace. One hand alternating slapping and rubbing her ass, the other grabbing her hips for leverage, I fucked her so hard I'm amazed we didn't walk away with bruises. I was getting to places in her pussy you'd need a spelunking expedition to find - I'm an average-sized dude but right then I felt like Ron fucking Jeremy. She was loving it - her fingers were clenching the couch cushions as I drove deeper and deeper into her. My pelvis slapped against her wet thighs loud enough so I got some disapproving looks from my elderly neighbors the next morning (and they're half deaf).
It wasn't long until she began ramping up towards orgasm, and my only concern was that I was going to beat her. As the vinegar strokes crested over me and I erupted inside of her with a groan, she shouted "FUCK I'm coming too, fill me up with that cum" and her legs started to shake like she was having a seizure. I collapsed on top of her on the couch, and we lay there for a few minutes as my cum slowly dripped out onto the cushions. As my softening dick finally plopped out of her she whispered "Don't think this is the last time you're fucking me".
And it wasn't - but Saturday is another story.
I'm gone this week for a conference but we already have plans for Friday night. We've been texting and she's confessed that she's never experimented with bondage, but that she'd like to. Lucky for me I have a box of toys under my bed. Let me know if there's interest, and I'll let you know how our next encounter goes.
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