Overdue Reunion

Overdue Reunion
By: Peaceful Spirit (peaceful_spirt@yahoo.com)

Overdue Reunion

By Peaceful Spirit

He couldn't keep his hands off her anymore, and by the look in her eyes, she didn't want him to. They had suffered through dinner and dessert, all the time looking in each other's eyes and knowing what both of them wanted. When the waiter finally dropped off the check, he dropped a hundred on the tray and they didn't bother waiting for change, just headed for the door.

As soon as they got outside, he put his arm around her shoulders and she snuck hers around his waist, using the leverage to press her hips against his. Instantly, he was hard as a rock, his erection pressing painfully against the zipper of his slacks. It had been almost a year since they had seen one another, and nearly ten since he had last laid his hands on her bare skin. From the feel of the goose bumps that prickled her shoulders, he could tell she was thinking the same thing, and her arousal added to his own. For a moment he was afraid he wasn't going to make it to the car before he came in his pants like an over-eager fifteen year old, but the potential embarrassed him enough to let him hold on to his sanity.

When he held the door of the car open for her, she turned and gave him a quick kiss, the first of the night. The feel of her tongue probing gently at his lips nearly set him off again, and he reluctantly pulled away before his libido forced him to pull her dress up and take her right there in the parking lot. She gave him one of her trademark mischievous smiles, knowing full well the effect she was having on him and reveling in it.

He waited for her to pull her legs in, which she did after deliberately allowing him a brief look up her dress to where her stockings were held up with black garters, then he shut the door behind her. He took his time walking around the rear of the car, taking long, deep breaths and willing his pulsating erection to subside. It acquiesced slightly and the pressure lowered to the level of background noise. He knew it wasn't really gone, just biding his time, but at least it should be safe for him to drive.

When he climbed into the car, she was still smiling at him. He grinned back at her, acknowledging the fact that she could still, after all this time, play him like a pinball game and he loved it. He started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, turning north toward his house. They were quiet during the ride, perhaps afraid to break the spell they were both under. Their only communication was shared touches, little brushes of their hands that still spoke volumes about their feelings.

He pulled into his garage and the door closed behind him. Unable to wait anymore, he turned to her and kissed her deeply, plundering her mouth with his tongue. She returned the kiss with equal vigor, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him to her. Long moments passed before they broke apart, breathing as hard as if they had run a foot race. She smiled at him again, then opened the door and slid out of the car. He sat behind the wheel, watching her saunter toward the door into the house. As she got to the door she turned to face him briefly, then turned back to the door. She slowly raised her arms behind her back, and ever so slowly began to unbutton her dress. By the time she reached the last button, his erection was back at full force.

He clambered out of the car and spoke his first words since leaving the restaurant. "Samantha, you are an evil, evil woman!"

She turned and grinned at him, flashing a newly bared shoulder. "Yes. But Davey, you know you wouldn't want it any other way." With that she turned and walked into the house.

He shut the car door and followed her, his heart racing with the thought of what was about to happen. He had been dreaming of this since the last time he had held her in his arms. In the intervening years they had both gotten married, moved on to bigger and better careers; she had even moved out of the city and had a daughter. Although she lived hundreds of miles away, they were both still poignantly aware of the connection between them, and they had never really lost touch, although they actually saw each other very infrequently. It was only now, all these many years later, that circumstances had conspired to allow them this time together.

His wife, Amy, was gone for two weeks, vacationing in France with her sister and mother. Samantha was in town for a business conference, her daughter at home with her father and step-brother. A slight tremor of guilt ran through him, but it didn't last long. He had always been faithful to Amy, but somehow Samantha didn't count as being unfaithful. She had owned a piece of his heart since high school, and whenever she had wanted to claim her rights he had willingly given them. She shared herself the same way, and while her family now claimed the bulk of her affection, he was still lodged firmly in her consciousness.

These thoughts quickly fell behind him as he entered the kitchen. She was leaning against the counter, dimly lit by light from the next room. Somehow, in the moment between her entry and his, she had slipped out of the dress. He took a moment to enjoy the sight. She was clad in a lacy black bra, straining to contain her breasts, which had never really declined since her pregnancy. His eyes traveled down to matching black garter belt and panties, then further to her dark stockings and bare feet?her shoes had apparently followed her dress.

"So, do you like what you see?"

He remembered to breathe. "Oh, God, yes! More than I can possibly say!"

She pushed off the counter and came to him, swaying her hips in a delightfully sensuous fashion. Her hands slipped around his neck and drew his head down to hers for another lengthy kiss. At some point, she discovered his erection pressing against her stomach and began to sway back and forth, rubbing him gently through his slacks. Soon, he had to break the kiss and pull away or risk losing control. His arousal was at a level he hadn't experienced in years, and he desperately wanted to save his energy for more intimate activities.

She took the choice out of his hands in her usual decisive way. With typical insight, she seemed to know exactly what he was thinking. Stepping closer to him, her hands went to his waistband and pulled his shirt free of his slacks. A quick movement pulled the shirt over his head, and he helped by raising his arms and pulling the shirt the rest of the way off. As he struggled to free his hands from the sleeves, hers went to his belt. A quick flick of her wrists undid it, and the button to his slacks lasted no longer. In moments, his pants were around his ankles.

She slowly lowered herself to her knees in front of him. A quick side trip divested him of shoes, socks, and pants, then she dragged her fingernails lightly up his legs. The nails gently scratched over his straining erection, and the low moan he couldn't suppress made her giggle lightly. She grabbed the band of his boxers and without hesitation pulled them down over his erection, allowing it to stand freely in front of her face.

She let out a low gasp, as excited as he to finally be touching his flesh. He looked down at her and she met his gaze. Dropping his boxers to the floor to pool at his feet, she grasped his cock at the base with one hand and, in one smooth motion, took him to the back of her mouth, laving the underside of his penis with her tongue. He moaned, deep and rough, knowing he wouldn't be able to last more than a few moments. She slowly withdrew until only the head was between her lips, then again pushed forward. This time, he actually felt his tip slightly enter her throat before she pulled away, and his moment was there. He gasped, "Sam, I can't hold it...I'm going to cum if you keep that up!"

She moaned with him. Again she withdrew until he was just captured between her lips, but this time she started laving the head of his cock with tongue. "God, I'm cumming, Sam!" She never moved, just kept bathing him with her saliva, and he could feel his juices rise through his shaft to explode into her mouth. She took the first jet with a moan of excitement and began to swallow. As fast as she could drink, however, she couldn't keep up with the speed of his ejaculation. Soon a small stream of cum was leaking down her cheek as she applied suction to his head to draw the last drops from him.

When he was completely drained she pulled away and looked up at him. He met her gaze with awe, amazed at the sensations she had just given him. She smiled to show him the remains of his cum held in her mouth, then deliberately swallowed and proceeded to clean her cheek with her fingers and lick up the residue. Although he had just had one of the best orgasms of his life, he felt his cock stir at the sight. Apparently his night wasn't over.

She slowly rose from her knees. With only a slight hesitation, he bent to kiss her, and to his surprise the slight tang of his own juices left in her mouth only added to the eroticism of what she had just done. When she broke away from the kiss, she pulled back and asked, "Well, do you think that took the edge off for a while?"

He smiled down at her. "Yeah, I think I'm good for a minute or two. Why don't we migrate back to the bedroom and find out how long it'll take me to recover?"

She slipped her hand down between them to grasp his still half-hard erection and gave it a gentle tug. "Oh, I don't think it will take you long at all, lover." With a giggle she turned and led him through the kitchen and down the hall.

Once in the bedroom, he insisted that she lie down on the bed while he busied himself with preparations. He quickly lit a series of candles around the room, bathing both of them in a gentle, flickering glow. A few more moments passed while he collected various oils and creams and a couple of more mysterious objects on the stand by the bed.

When he finally turned to her she was regarding him with an inscrutable smile. "Looks like somebody's been planning things out. What wonderful tortures do you have in mind for me, Davey?"

He didn't smile back, just replied in a voice roughened with desire, "Oh, you'll find out very soon. Now, come here."

Raising her off the bed, he turned her so that she was facing it. It was the work of a moment to unclasp her bra; then he slipped his hands underneath the shoulder straps and slid them down her chest and underneath the cups. Once he had her breasts supported by his hands, a quick twist of his arms dropped the bra to the floor. She sighed contentedly and leaned back into him. Her hands came up to cover his and at her urging he began a gentle massage, kneading the ample flesh with his fingers. When he caught her erect nipples between thumb and forefinger and lightly squeezed them she gasped and her hips suddenly pressed back against his groin as though searching for gratification.

He wasn't ready to let her off so easily, however. He slid slowly down her body, letting the hairs on his chest graze her bare skin all the way down to her buttocks. His hands mirrored that path on her abdomen, crossing slowly over her garter belt and panties and down her thighs. When he was kneeling behind her, he kissed the small of her back and spine as his hands crept back up the fronts of her thighs. Lingering a moment at the bottom of her panties, he reveled in the moisture he found seeping through the silk and lace. A slight caress brought another gasp from her but he didn't linger. His hands moved farther up, slipped beneath the hem and then, inside the panties, gripped the waistband. Without disturbing the garters, he carefully slipped the panties down her legs and allowed her to step out of them.

At his urging, she spread her legs slightly. He took her panties in his hand and began to lightly caress the insides of her thighs, occasionally raising them high enough to brush the underside of her sex. Every time he made contact with her labia she would gasp, and finally he decided to stop teasing her. He dropped the panties and set his hand on the inside of her calf. In one slow, smooth motion he pushed it up, gently caressing her the whole way, past her knee and thigh until his outstretched fingers brushed across her swollen lips and into the wet slit between them.

Extending one finger, he easily pushed it inside her and this time she moaned, low and intense with need and gratification. He withdrew it and pushed it in again, bending it inside her to caress her inner walls. She responded involuntarily as a shudder wracked her body and she pushed back against his questing finger, begging him silently to increase his movements. He began a steady rhythmic pulsation inside her pussy and she started gasping with each press of his finger. Encouraged by her response, he added a second finger, multiplying her pleasure. As he continued to massage her inner walls, he bent his head forward and began lightly kissing and nibbling her exposed butt, trying to overload her with sensations. She responded to his oral attention with equal fervor, her moans and gasps rising in volume and intensity.

Soon, he knew it was time to increase the torment. He slowly withdrew his fingers, ignoring her quiet moan of protest. This time, he guided her forward to kneel on the bed, feet extended out past him. He slid a pillow under her shoulders, allowing her to rest on it, and then leaned over her, resting on his arms on either side of her head. He lowered himself until he was pressed up against her from knees to neck and was conscious of his newly engorged erection rising between her legs, nuzzling at the entrance to her pussy. He whispered in her ear, "You are not allowed to move. You can talk, beg, anything, but if you move, I win whatever prize I want, okay? And I know how much you hate losing. Any questions or arguments?"

She didn't respond verbally, just pushed her hips down, trying to take his erection inside her. Pushing himself up and away from her, he gave her a light swat, drawing another gasp from her. "Ah ah ah! That counts as moving, young lady. You won't get another warning!" She moaned in frustration, but played along and her body became still.

He then knelt between her calves and pressed his lips to the back of her thighs. Extending his tongue, he slowly licked along the back of her leg until he reached the crease of her butt and thigh, then switched to the other leg and repeated the process. He switched back and forth, leaving trails of cooling moisture on her legs, slowly moving inward on each leg until finally, when his tongue reached the top of its ascent it encountered a trail of moisture seeping from her sex. He paused to savor her taste, then followed the trail back to its source.

He couldn't contain a moan as his tongue slipped between her sex lips and delved into the pool of moisture trapped there. He caught a bit with the spoon of his tongue and drew it back into his mouth, drinking her moisture as she had so recently done with his. He suddenly became aware of the throbbing of his cock as his arousal again reached a fever peak, but he knew that there was a long way to go before he could allow himself release again.

He once again extended his tongue, this time tracing down over her slit to reach her distended clitoris. When he slowly circled it with his tongue, she was unable to remain silent anymore. "Oh God, Davey! What are you doing to me?" He didn't respond, just closed his lips around the erect nub and gently sucked on it, scrubbing his tongue lightly across the surface. She began to pant and moan again, and her hips started pushing back against his mouth. When he sensed that she was nearing her peak, he suddenly pulled his lips away, eliciting a cry of protest. To assuage her, he used his fingers to gently spread her lips apart and dipped his tongue into her crevice again, this time plunging it as deeply into her as he could. This time, when she began her rocking motion it served to amplify the depth he was able to achieve until it seemed to them both that he was actually fucking her with his tongue. All too soon he sensed her again rising toward an orgasm, and just before it broke he pulled away, leaving her hips pumping in midair for a moment before she realized he was gone.

Before she could react, he moved forward once again. Quickly dipping his tongue into her pussy, he licked upward slowly. When he reached her perineum he stopped and moved back down, briefly laving her clit, then sliding back up through her sopping wet channel and back to her perineum. This time he didn't stop. Instead, he continued his journey, dipping his tongue briefly into her anus, then all the way up her crease to the small of her back. He quickly reversed his direction and worked back down. When he got to her crinkled rear passage he slowly began making small lapping motions around it, occasionally dipping the tip of his tongue into the indentation.

She didn't seem to know how to react. "What are you...you shouldn't....no!" Her body, however, gave the lie to her words as her hips again began thrusting back toward him. With this encouraging sign he became bolder. Stiffening his tongue he pressed it against her rose, which slowly yielded to the penetration. Soon he felt the tip slip into her and had to fight off a spontaneous orgasm of his own, brought on by the sheer intensity of the taboo actions he was taking. Her vocalizing had taken the form of a low, continuous shriek as though she was at once incredibly aroused and horrified by what was being done to her. However, she continued to hold to his edict not to move, and soon, as his tongue began to push in and out of her ass, the rocking motion of her hips resumed.

This time, when he felt her returning to a peak of excitement, he didn't stop. Instead he took her right to the edge of her orgasm, pushing back against his tongue with wild abandon, and when she crested he dropped down again to take her clit into his mouth and suck on it. Her scream was shockingly loud in the confines of the bedroom, and he was amazed when her pussy filled his mouth with her juices, expelled by the force of her orgasm. It wound on and on, extended and increased by the actions of his mouth and tongue on her lips and clit, until finally she couldn't take it any more and collapsed forward onto the bed.

When her collapse broke the connection between them, he gave a secret smile. It had been one of his fantasies for many years to make her come with his mouth, as she had done for him. In his wildest dreams, however, he couldn't have imagined the extent of the success he would have. He again lowered himself atop her body to whisper in her ear, "Are you okay?"

"Mmmmmm," she moaned. "I think so, but I may need a couple of days rest to be sure."

He chuckled. "I understand, but the night is young, dear. We still have a long way to go before it's over." She moaned again, either in agony or anticipation, he couldn't tell. But he wasn't finished. "Oh yeah, and you collapsing counts as moving, so I win!"

As he knew she would, she protested that surely such a small thing couldn't be held against her, but he remained adamant. Eventually, she acquiesced. "Well? What prize are you going to demand of me?" she asked.

He looked deep into her eyes. "I think you can guess." A sudden light of comprehension dawned in her eyes, and she shivered, at once aroused and a little apprehensive.

He didn't let her dwell for too long on the prospect of what he was suggesting. He directed her to move up on the bed and lay face down. "I think you do need a little rest after what I've put you through, so how about a nice massage?" With that he opened a jar next to the bed and covered his hands in a thick, perfumed cream. Starting at her shoulders he began to work the cream into her back, rubbing at various small knots of tension that he found there. Before long, she was virtually purring from contentment as he worked his way down her back, paying special attention to the small of her back. He suddenly moved down to her feet and began working the cream into them, then up to her calves and thighs. By the time he again got to her buttocks she was completely relaxed, nearly putty in his large hands.

Reapplying the cream to his hands, he began working on her glute muscles, rubbing them firmly but gently, and finally even worked into the crease of her ass, gently caressing the area he had violated moments before. Once her skin had completely absorbed the cream, he asked her to roll over to give him access to her front. She did so willingly. This time, he knelt between her knees. He ran his hands down her legs until he could grasp her behind the knees, then raised them into the air. His cock was iron hard again, and it was a simple matter to slide forward and, with no fanfare, embed himself in her drenched pussy with one long, smooth stroke. Her eyes opened and then closed again as she uttered a long, drawn out sigh of happiness at finally being filled. He smiled down at her, reveling in her response to his penetration. A couple of slow thrusts into her brought her out of the torpor induced by his massage.

"You still with me?"

"Mmmmmm. You know I am. Why don't you keep doing that?"

He grinned. "Well, I'm not done with the massage yet, am I?" He suited actions to words. Again gathering some cream on his hands he began working it into her chest and abdomen, paying special attention to her breasts. She, however, was unwilling anymore to take such a passive role. As he worked the massage cream into her breasts, she began to lift her hips onto his groin. Before long she was making full strokes, pulling away until only the tip of his penis was inside her, then pushing up into him until he bottomed out, then repeating the process. By the time he had worked all the cream into her he was rapidly approaching the point of no return again. She was smiling up at him, well aware of the effect she was having. It was clearly her turn to be the torturer, though. Before he was able to reach his peak, she pulled all the way off of him.

A quick push of her legs toppled him on his side, and before he could react she was kneeling astride him. "You know, when we were in high school, once I got you into this position I could tickle you into complete helplessness?"

He grinned up at her. "That's true, you could. What are you going to do now that I'm helpless?"

By way of response, she slid back along his body and reached behind her to grasp his distended member. Guiding it to her opening, she gradually took it in until she was resting on his pelvis. "I'm going to have my way with you, and you are going to let me!"

He moaned in appreciation, enjoying the sight of her body poised atop his, feeling his head rubbing against the walls of her vagina as she rocked gently back and forth on him. He liked the way she took control, then, slowly building her own orgasm while keeping just enough sensation on him to keep him hard. Her motions were tiny but her clit rubbing on his pubic bone was causing her to moan ever more and more loudly. Fortunately for him, while he was still rock hard inside of her, there wasn't enough stimulation to bring him to a crisis point, which let him enjoy the show she was putting on for him. The sight of her, eyes closed, breast swaying back and forth in time with her hips, was one he knew he would treasure until the day he died.

Inspiration struck suddenly. Without disturbing her, he reached over to his nightstand and opened a small drawer. A moment's fumbling brought to hand a small vibrator. Suddenly he became aware that her motion had stopped. He looked back up at her to find her smiling down at him. When she saw the vibrator in his hand she smiled and, without saying a word, resumed her rocking back and forth. He smiled back, delighted by her unspoken acceptance.

A moment in his hand warmed the plastic up nicely, and he turned it to a low setting, the hum of its inner workings barely audible. He began to rub it over her body, searching for erogenous zones. She purred as he searched, rewarding him with audible gasps when he found a particularly enjoyable spot. She seemed to especially enjoy when he stimulated her nipples, so he concentrated on them for a moment, noticing that the speed of her hips was gradually increasing and her moans were again rising in volume. Suddenly, he moved it downward, placing the tip of the vibrator against his own pelvis where she was rocking back and forth. As her clit contacted the buzzing device her body locked up, straining to maximize the sensations.

Her voice was nearly a scream, "Davey! Right there! More!"

He smiled to himself. After a few more seconds he slowly edged the vibrator away. She looked down at him, her eyes glazed with lust. "You are a monster!"

He continued smiling. With his free hand, he urged her to resume her rocking motions, which she did with a vengeance, intent on finding the orgasm he had just denied her. While she was thus occupied, he put one of his fingers in his mouth, and when it was coated with his saliva he reached around and slid it down the crevice of her ass until it encountered her anus. With no warning he pressed the tip of his finger through the passage, still slightly moist from the rimming he had given it earlier. Her hips suddenly stopped moving and he froze, worried that he had gone too far. After a brief moment, however, she made a low guttural noise of approval and pushed back against his questing digit, pushing it into her own hole to the second knuckle. He held it there, not moving, while she became accustomed to it, and when she again resumed rocking back and forth on his cock he accentuated the motion with small thrusts with his finger, each thrust accompanied by a small, nearly inaudible shriek from her.

After a few thrusts, he withdrew his finger and quickly replaced it with the vibrator. As it pressed through the ring of her anus the sensations abruptly became to much for her. Her orgasm came on her like a lightning storm and she actually screamed aloud, engulfed by the tide of pleasure. He pushed the vibrator in to its hilt with one hand while his other pulled her hips down more tightly against his pelvis, intent on prolonging her pleasure for as long as possible. Indeed, it seemed as though she might not come down?for long moments she twitched and shivered, caught in nearly unending aftershocks. Finally, the pleasure released its grasp on her and she collapsed forward onto his chest, nearly sobbing from relief and exhaustion. He left the vibrator buried in her back passage for a while, enjoying the feel of the vibrations caressing his still hard cock through the membranes between them.

After several minutes, when he had begun to wonder if she had fallen asleep, she roused from her torpor enough to kiss him deeply. She pulled away after a moment and looked into his eyes. "God, Davey, it has been way too long since I've cum like that!"

"I'm glad I could do that for you, Sam. I love feeling you cum around my cock. And in my mouth, and on my fingers...really, I just love making you cum however it happens."

She giggled. "Well, you are certainly quite good at it sir. But, I've noticed that you don't seem to have joined me." With this, she slowly squeezed him with her pussy, caressing his cock with her internal muscles.

He sighed rapturously. "Well, I was kind of busy, you know? But if you keep doing that, I don't think it will take long to correct that oversight."

She continued working herself on him, enjoying the feel of his erection stiffening still further inside her. When he reached full hardness once again, however, she pulled off and rolled off of him. "Oh, I definitely think you should finish. Why don't you come over here behind me?" She positioned herself back in her kneeling position and looked up at him. "Well?"

He wasted no time clambering off the bed to stand between her ankles. She quickly reached back between her legs and grasped his dangling member and guided it to her hole. He gladly pushed forward, sheathing himself to the hilt in one stroke. "Now," she instructed, "fuck me. Hard."

He was glad to comply. Pulling out until only his tip was still inside her, he slammed his hips forward as hard as he could, then began to piston in and out with abandon. Occasionally he would slip all the way out of her, then thrust back in one smooth motion. His excitement quickly skyrocketed, especially when she reached back and inserted her own finger into her ass, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The sight was enough to drive him over the edge. "Oh, Samantha! I'm about to cum"

"Do it! Cum inside me! Don't you dare stop!" Her gasping plea triggered his orgasm, and she put both hands down on the bed to push herself back against him, forcing him to empty his sperm deep into her womb, milking him with her pussy until nothing remained. When his turn at shuddering and moaning had finally died down, she reluctantly pulled away from him, eliciting a little moan of disappointment from both of them.

Turning on the bed, she took his now wilted member in her hand. "Now look at what a mess you've made, Davey! We're just going to have to clean that up!" She leaned forward and took him in her mouth. The sensation was immensely pleasurable, her tongue gently licking off their combined residue as his soft cock luxuriated in the warm bath of her mouth. A slight sucking drew a last, lonely dribble from his tip and she was done. She pulled him down to her for another kiss, again surprising him with the sense of eroticism and shared closeness he experienced when he tasted their juices mingling on her tongue.

After a moment she broke the kiss and stood up. A flick of her wrist pulled the covers down and she slipped between the sheets, drawing him in behind her. He needed no encouragement to wrap himself around her in a spoon, cupping one breast in his palm. A few short moments later they were both asleep, happy in the knowledge that several years apart had done little to dampen the fires between them, and confident that the rising sun would bring still more adventures in lovemaking.