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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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The secrets you keep right?..little shames you wouldn't tell another soul of, things a friend has done or said that you have memory holed out of loyalty (or to keep peace) and.. people from your past. Old flames and could-have-beens. People you maintain a line to, hidden from your significant other or disguised in plain sight as just a friend..
Laura's her name. We met as teenagers- I actually got her together with her first long term guy. She and I had chemistry, but I was a geeky kid and couldn't seal the deal. We maintained a friendship. Life came at me hard and I grew into a man ..hardened into somewhat of a ladies man, and she noticed. She was in the middle of an engagement, and I had written her off as anything possible for a long time.
But then she turned up at my door of my apartment one evening, all 5 7" of her, slim, dark blonde hair. She wore tight black jeans and a lace strapless top. Her collarbones and shoulders looked amazing. She was in full "night out mode" and waffled about meeting the girls later. I hadn't seen her in about a year so this unnanounced and overtly sensually dressed for visit was a shock. She wasn't wearing her engagement ring and I asked if things had gone south. She waved it off and then dropped the bomb on me.. "I'm not getting married without knowing what it was like to be with you, R" ..and I'll be honest, I didn't miss a beat- I dug my fingers into the edge of her jeans and yanked her to me, making sure her breasts felt the solid wall of my chest and gave her a kiss I felt her moan into, and then clasped the ass I'd stroked spurted messes to the memory of. I literally carried her to the couch and slipped her heels off- that annoyed me, having to do but thry were in the way of her skintight jeans coming off and I had those dragged off in short order. Her body was as lithe as ever and she giggled when I slipped her heels back on like some xrated cinderella. I stood over her as she lay there and pulled my top off, and could see she appreciated my hard work at the gym.. but then her pupils dilated as my jeans were pushed down, and my thick flesh sprang out. It obviously wasn't what she was used to at home. She reached for it.. but she'd made me wait for a few years for this.. "nu uh, Laura.. hands off"
What proceeded next was the dragging off of her black lace. I could tell she was nervous but also totally into what was happening.. I then slipped her legs over my muscled shoulders and began to slip my tongue over her little wrinkled petals, upward to her hard little bud.. the attention that got, the circling suckling pleasure I gave it had her hips bucking, offering me her sex and the three fingers I slowly crammed into a tight little slit made for two at best, and the milking rubbing strokes I shoved inside her alongside the slathering, hot breathed tonguing made her spasm inside-I felt it- and her hips arced, and wuite without warning she gushed in slick splashes all over my couch. Thank fuck I'd held onto that uncomfortable leather monstrosity (a product of it's time).
You must understand- this was an outwardly good and proper girl.but She lay there twitching and panting in her own damp as I sat alongside her massaging her utterly wanton, wet flesh as she purred.
She eventually got up, and offered to finish me. I could see claiming my finish was part of her plan.. but I was also a little annoyed, and decided she wasn't getting all of me, and clearly had used me to service some unresolved chemistry. I politely, but firmly refused. She was a little puzzled.. but accepted my terms, cleaned up and pulled those amazing jeans over her ass. She had a great night as far as I'm told.. but this decade+ long tale was far from over.
Let me know if a part two is order. |
