Ever looked at someone and just thought, God I want to fuck you? Yeah? Well, that’s exactly how I feel about my high school sweetheart.
We are both grown adults in our thirties and probably haven’t seen each other in person for fifteen-plus years. We keep in contact on social media and occasionally via text message. We each have our own families, he is married with a little boy. I’ve been with my partner since I was sixteen and we have six kids but are not yet married.
Every time I hear from him I can’t help but have incredibly dirty thoughts. It’s almost like my mind and body become consumed in all things him. It’s dangerous and I’m almost certain one day I may get caught fingering myself while I moan his name.
Even just a simple ‘Hey, how are you?’ text gets my blood racing because I never quite know where our conversation may lead.
As teenagers, we often fooled around but never had sex and I think that’s where this desire to have him now comes from. I had a taste but it wasn’t enough and I want, no I need more.
I haven’t spoken to Chris for a couple of months now, but for some reason today he is playing on my mind. I’ve been hot and sticky all day from thinking about him and have been waiting for James to go to work.
Once James leaves the house, I immediately change into some sexy white lace lingerie, which only adds to my sexual desire. I wanted to both look and feel sexy. I lay back on my sofa and give Chris a quick text. “You’ve been playing on my mind today, so now It’s time for me to play, want to help? Xx Sarah xX “
My hands start to wander; I trace from my lips down the side of my neck and across my breast, enjoying the feeling of the lace against my already erect nipple as I brush across it. Going back to pinch my nipple, I roll it through my fingertips before I carry on tracing down my body, stroking back and forth across my stomach in a zig-zag fashion. Once I reach the top of my knickers, I savour the feeling of my fingertips tracing the skin there and then remember to check my phone for a reply from Chris, but nothing yet.
I decide to snap a picture of two fingers just poking inside the top of my lace knickers and send it to Chris with the caption ‘For your eyes only!’. Maybe it would spark a response from him.
We never do pictures as it’s just too risky, but I needed to get his attention somehow. Within thirty seconds I got a text back; ‘Damn that’s hot, is that you right now?’
It worked; I got his attention.
‘It sure is, want to see more?’ I enquire.
‘Is that a trick question? Of course, I fucking do!’ He quips back.
‘Well then get your arse over here pronto, find a way. I’m waiting,’ and with that, I give him my address fully expecting him to never turn up.
I continue exploring my body, stroking & pulling at my skin making myself sensitised everywhere. My phone chimes with a text from him.
‘I’ll be with you in five, you best be ready.’
All I can think is shit, shit, shit! My heart is pounding out of my chest and my palms sweating, I never thought he would come. What if he doesn’t like what he sees anymore? What if it’s awkward and we both feel uncomfortable? I try to push my thoughts aside and check myself in the mirror, applying fresh lipstick and adjusting my underwear.
I quickly run upstairs to put on a pair of heels. Just as I walk down the stairs, there is a knock at the door. I walk to the door, my heart still pounding in my chest and I look through the spy hole to check it’s him. It’s him, he’s aged well but still has his boyish good looks, now with a rugged beard.
Smiling I open the door standing there for what seems like an eternity as he looks me up and down giving me his seal of approval. Leaning in, he grabs my waist and forces his body against mine kissing me passionately, I kiss him back just as passionately. He slams the door shut with his foot as he pins me against the wall, hands above my head. Breaking our kiss, he looks at me and says ‘Do you know how long I have waited to kiss you again?’
‘Probably for as long as I have,’ I pant back
He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist as I frantically try to strip off his jacket and t-shirt, I need to feel his skin against my body. I’ve craved this for so long. I direct him up the stairs towards my bedroom and he makes his way pinning me up against the walls where he can. I can feel his cock through his jeans and I’m sure it is bigger than I remember.
Reaching my bedroom, he drops me onto the bed, but before I have a chance to move he grabs my ankles pulling me to the edge of the bed. My butt is hanging over the edge a little as he kneels in front of me, rubbing his nose against the lace of my underwear and breathing in my sweet musky aroma.
‘God, you smell amazing, I bet you taste incredible’ he says looking up at me.
‘Well, why don’t you try for yourself?’ I say as I pull my knickers to the side, exposing my plump pink lips that are glistening with my need for him.
He wastes no time devouring me with his tongue, exploring every last inch of me making me moan so loud and grip the sheets beside me. When he sucks my swollen clit into his mouth, grating it with his teeth I almost cum, it felt incredible. He’s defined his skills since we were teenagers that’s for sure.
Spreading my pussy lips open wide, he pushes one finger inside me, then two up to his second knuckle. My god, it’s good. I feel my pussy clenching and pulsating around his fingers and beg for his cock.
‘Oh, please Chris, I want your cock inside me.’
Without saying a word he looks up at me, his mouth still around my pussy lips and i know I’m just going to have to wait. Grabbing my ankles again he pushes my feet up towards my ass, digging my heels into my ass cheeks, but it feels kind of nice. He pushes his tongue as far deep inside my sticky pussy as he can and I call out his name.
‘Oh, Chris, I’m going to cum’
‘Oh no you don’t,’ he says as he lets go of my ankles.
Standing up he unbuttons his jeans, they hang from his hips perfectly and I can see his neatly trimmed pubic hair. As he kicks off his shoes, he adjusts himself bringing his rock-hard cock to the top of his jeans, now completely tormenting me as all I want to do is take his engorged head into my mouth.
I sit up grab his jeans and pull him towards me but he just puts his arm around me, lifts me up and crawls back to the middle of the bed, laying me down and pressing his body against mine, kissing me. This time it’s more gentle, maybe even romantic but with so much want and need too. I forgot just how much I enjoyed him. He starts to kiss down my neck and over my chest, pulling my bra down underneath my breasts; suckling my nipples into his mouth one by one and then kissing down my stomach. When he gets to the top of my knickers, he removes them, then pulls his jeans down revealing his fully erect cock.
‘You want this, do you?’ he says stroking himself right in front of me.
‘Yes, please’ I reply
Reaching forward I try to grab him. He stops me by pushing me back down and pressing his cock up against my pussy lips, rocking back and forth making me even stickier. I’m panting hard now.
‘Please Chris, Please push your cock deep inside me,’ I beg.
‘Are you on birth control or do I need a condom?’ he asks.
‘No, I’m on birth control,’ I reply.
Before I know it his cock head is at my entrance, pushing inside and filling me up. He lifts my legs to his shoulders, grabs my hips and fucks me harder than I’ve ever been fucked before. I am screaming so loud with pleasure that I’m sure the neighbours can hear me. After a few minutes, he removes his cock flips me over and pushes back inside me pulling me up to all fours. He is somehow even deeper now than before and within seconds I’m clenching around him, cumming so hard I can barely keep myself up.
He grabs my hair pulling my head back thrusting a few more times, hard and deep making me cum again this time triggering his orgasm and I feel his hot sticky explode inside me. We both collapse on the bed; him on top of me, panting hard as our sweat-ridden bodies get stuck to each other.
He rolls off me, laying beside me and says ‘that was better than I ever imagined.’
All I can manage is a groan and I start to drift to sleep when I hear James’s car pull up on the drive.
‘Shit, quick get dressed and run down and sit on my sofa, I’ll be down in a minute. I need to find some clothes’ I say.
Chris does as he’s told and makes it downstairs fully dressed with shoes just before James walks in the door. I throw on a dress without putting any underwear on, quickly make the bed spray some perfume to get rid of the sex smell and walk down the stairs shouting ‘It’s been so nice to see you again after so long,’ finishing my sentence as I walk in the front room and see both men looking at each other, James confused.
‘Oh, hi babe. I didn’t realise you were home. Meet Chris, we are old school friends and bumped into each other at the store so I invited him round for a coffee, it’s been so nice to catch up. I hope that’s okay?’ I say looking at James.
‘Sure babe, always nice to meet your old friends’ James replies holding out his hand to Chris.
They shake hands and Chris stands up; ‘I really must get going now though, Michelle will be wondering where I got to’ he says.
‘It was lovely to meet you, James, maybe next time we will get a bit longer to chat.’ Chris says, then he turns to me leans in kisses my cheek and walks out towards the front door.
I follow him out. He gives me a hug and whispers ‘Same time next week? Maybe this time you can pleasure me.’
Slipping his hand under my dress, he pushes two fingers inside me, before removing them and savouring both our juices from then.
‘It was so good to see you, Sarah, we should do this again soon,’ he says loud enough for James to hear and with that, he turns to leave getting in his car.
I shut the door and immediately get a text that reads, ‘you may want to go and clean that dripping wet pussy up before James finds out what we did. Don’t have too much fun without me. x’
