A Long Time Ago...

She was breathing very heavy. "Oh,... Yes! Just flashed them, and had an orgasm, that's all! "

I laughed loudly. "I said wave at them, not wave your tits at them! "

The Acura was now a distant point of light in the mirror. I backed out of the throttle, and put the car back in Normal mode. As the speed bled off, I looked over at her. Her tits were hanging out.

"My god, Lori..... You are so beautiful!," I gasped. "I had no idea how...." I trailed off, suddenly at a loss for words.

She smiled. She may also have blushed, but it was too dark for me to see it. I could see her look away, for a second or two, and when she turned back, her eyes were damp. "I am so sorry", she said regretfully. "I was a teenage girl, the shallowest form of life on the planet. The world was centred on me, as far as I could tell. It never even occurred to me that other people had feelings....," she touched my arm,".... feelings that I was stomping on in my ignorance. I know it sounds like I'm trying to make excuses, but..." she realized that even that sounded like an excuse, for making an excuse. "I didn't know you felt so strongly."

She sat there, bare breasted, thinking presumably deep thoughts, until we made our turn off the highway and started downtown to my hotel. Then she tucked her breasts back into her dress. Moments later, we were parked, and on the way up the elevator. Down the hall, and through the door to my room.

When the door closed, I turned and took her in my arms. "I've been waiting over thirty years for this." I kissed her.

In retrospect, maybe it was worth it..... having to wait so long to get her, because there was no adolescent fumbling or inexperienced nervousness in our embrace. We had both been around enough to know what we wanted. Let me tell you, it was some kiss.

It started gently, just her soft lips pressing against mine. She was warm and delicious. I kissed across her cheek, and turned south, heading down her smooth, elegant neck, nibbling as I went. A few small happy noises met my ears, and she guided my head back up to her lips. I looked into her eyes, so deep and so sexy that I felt like I could drown in their sensual pools. Our lips met again, so lightly that angels would be brusque by comparison, before Lori's tongue peeked out and traced a line across and around my mouth. She playfully pecked and withdrew, teasing me gently, before she again pressed her lips to mine. Even when our lips parted to admit each other's tongues, there was no frantic escalation. It was verrrrrry sexy. She had her arms around my neck already, so I was easily able to scoop her up and carry her to the bedroom of the suite.

She never even broke her grip on my lips as I placed her on her back and crawled into position above her. Her breasts were mashed into my chest, with a resilient pressure that paid homage to their sumptuous fullness. Now that I didn't need to hold her up anymore, my hands were free to roam, and I spread exploring caresses wherever I touched. I fondled the delightful firmness of her muscular ass. I gently ran my fingertips down her thighs, finding stockings rather than pantyhose. Moving up again, I palmed the bulging sides of her breasts in passing, before gently brushing up her neck. Throughout all of this, Lori kept her arms around my neck, and we continued our mutual lip lock. The excitement level was ramping up rapidly. We were both moaning our desire, and the sound of wet kissing and heavy breathing filled the room. Finally, Lori broke the silence.

"I hate to.... mmmm..... need to use.... mmmm.... bathroom..... mmm.... back in a second!" I reluctantly rolled off her, and watched her ass wiggle off to the lavatory. She closed the door. I flopped back on the bed. My dick was like stone. I squeezed it through my pants. A minute or so later, the door opened. She, of course, was stunning.

She stepped toward me, turning her back and holding her hair aside. I didn't need to be asked. I slowly slid the zipper down. I was just about to grab her ass, when she pirouetted away, doing a little dance that required no music. She held the dress up for a few seconds, then turned away and dropped it. As it slid lower, I saw the back of her black strapless bra, then the top of a matching thong. Finally, the dress reached the floor.

Lori smiled at me over her shoulder, as she undulated her hips. She moved closer, and presented her back to me again. The clasp of her bra succumbed to my fingers. She moved away before I could caress her smooth ass again. She turned to face me once more, holding her arm across her breasts as she dropped the bra, which she handed to me. I looked down at the lacy garment in my hands. When I looked up, Lori dropped her arm.

Her magnificent breasts swung free. They were deliciously full, round and firm, and they swayed seductively when she moved, still dancing. They were crowned by very large, dark pink areolas, that surrounded extremely erect nipples, that were short but stubby, and very thick. Lori was grinning at me while she cupped and caressed her globes. She then tugged at the straps of her thong, pulling it up between her wet pussy lips. She kicked off her heels, and rolled her stockings down, one at a time, showing me the rounded curves of her ass as she did. She pulled up on her thong again.

"I don't know if you have noticed...." she shook her tits in my face, ".... but, I am almost naked, and you are still dressed."

I quickly shed everything I was wearing, until I was down to just my underwear, which was doing a pathetic job of containing my hard cock. Lori was staring at the bulge, licking her lips unconsciously. I slowly pulled the shorts down, revealing my erection. Long, hard, hot... and as thick as her wrist.

"Oh my god!" she whispered, "if I had known you were hung like that,....." Her voice trailed off, and she looked at me sheepishly, knowing how that made her sound. Putting that regret aside, she pushed her thong down over her hips, stepping out of it. She then scooped it up and twisted it in her hands. "Do you know how incredibly aroused I am right now? Open your mouth and I will show you."

I did as she asked, and she stepped between my legs, holding her thong above my upturned mouth. I thought she was going to stuff the miniscule undergarment in my mouth, but she had other ideas. She twisted the fabric harder, then harder still, wringing her juices from it. I watched as a drop of her honey grew bigger. I extended my tongue, and the drop fell on the tip. She wrung harder, until several more drops of pussy juice had been deposited in my mouth.

"That's what you and your fucking Aston Martin did to me! I came three times in your car, did you know that?," she giggled. She was pushing me back on the bed now, and gliding lower, until she was on her knees, just inches away from the head of my cock. "Nice cock.... good cock..." she cooed, petting my shaft like a puppy, "...... big..... yummy.... cock." She plunged her mouth over the head, and ran her tongue down the underside. She was making little moaning, humming noises, like I was made of candy, and she had a wicked sweet tooth. "Please don't worry about holding back... I want to taste you.... to feel you explode in my mouth.... to suck every drop of your hot, sticky cum....." she resumed her sucking duties, satisfied she had said enough.

Her lips felt like heaven itself had surrounded my penis. Warmth, wetness and gentle suction combined to bring my excitement level to near orgasmic proportions. If she wanted me to spurt in her mouth, she wouldn't get an argument from me. I laid back and enjoyed the sensations her lips were giving me. She was one seriously good cocksucker, and despite the girth of my engorged tool, she made every effort to swallow me to the root. I was feeling a very familiar tingle in my balls, that had nothing to do with her gentle caresses of my scrotum. The tingle grew warmer. She was bobbing and sucking furiously now, moaning her encouragement as she sensed my approaching climax.

"I hope you are ready, baby, 'cause here.....it..... cummmms!"

She let out a high pitched squeal of delight as the first blast of semen rocketed down her throat. She had her hand around the base of my dick, and was deliriously sucking, pumping and swallowing, while I filled her mouth with shot after shot of thick, sticky goo. She maintained her rhythm, milking me fully, until she had sucked up everything I had to give. The sensation of her lips on me vaulted over the line, from exquisitely arousing to hypersensitive, and I had to push her away.

"Please stop!" I gasped. "Too sensitive!"

Lori sat back on her haunches, licking renegade drops of cum from her lips. When I had recovered sufficiently, she crawled up beside me, and curled her leg across my midsection. She started to kiss me again, with the same sensual gentleness as before, and I was more than happy to reciprocate. It didn't take too long before I was pushing her over on her back and taking a place between her wide spread thighs.

I must admit, a part of me was ready to just fuck the shit out of her. After all, I had been waiting a very, very long time for this opportunity. But the truth was this ; I still loved her, every bit as much as I had as in the past, when my crush had consumed my every waking moment. That love had been surrounded by a cocoon of emotional scar tissue, and been freed by her kiss.

I moved down her body, kissing and claiming her breasts. They were so smooth, other than the now puckered areolas and stiff little buds. Thinking back, my fantasies had underestimated the beauty of her body, and in particular, her breasts. If it sounds like I have a thing for a woman's breasts, that's only because I do. Hers were remarkable. I held them, kissing the nipples while feeling their weight. Her skin was so soft, yet the flesh beneath was so firm. I could have spent hours moored happily to her chest, but there was another area I also wished to lavish some attention on. My kisses now trailed down, across her firm tummy, before arriving at my destination.

A small tuft of token pubic hair was all that remained on her fleshy mons. From there on, she was delectably smooth and bare. Her labia were puffed up pink with arousal, pouting, begging for attention. With the tip of my tongue, I traced the beguiling contours of her pussy, tasting the source of the nectar that had soaked her diminutive panties. I took my time, exploring the slick seams between her inner and outer lips. She hissed approvingly. I licked her from top to bottom, cleaning , tasting, teasing, worshipping. Her breathing quivered with each touch of my tongue.

"Close your eyes for a second, baby," I requested. "No peeking." I quickly retrieved something from my pants pocket, then returned to my position at her crotch. I resumed my tongue bath of her opening, which soon began to ooze with a fresh coating of her natural lubricant. She was a wellspring of ambrosia, and I lapped away at her for several minutes, unable or unwilling to satisfy my thirst. I only occasionally paid a visit to her clit, as every time I did she squealed and gasped excitedly.

While I continued to orally adore her sex, my mind was racing. From our earlier conversations at the reunion, I knew that Lori and her husband were separated, a fact that assuaged some of the guilt I felt for bedding a technically married woman. I also knew that her marriage had produced two children, both of whom were now away at school. I began to hope that this might become more than a nostalgic rewriting of history. Presumptuous, I know, but those old feelings were overriding my logical self.

In the meantime, I just enjoyed the syrupy sweetness of her pussy, which was getting wetter by the second. She was moaning louder now, anxious to orgasm, but I wasn't letting her. I figured she had suffered enough.

I slipped the glass puck from its velvet pouch, and placed it where I could get at it when the time came, if you'll pardon the pun. I assaulted her cunt with more fervor, spending more time on her bright pink button. Lori was now whining and groaning. There may have been words in there somewhere, but it was mostly unintelligible. Obvious in meaning, but still unintelligible. She was gasping and clawing at the sheets, tossing her head from side to side. She was very close. It was time.

I picked up the glass puck and pressed it into her yawning cunt, while simultaneously sucking her clit with a vengeance. To her, it must have felt like I stuffed an ice cube into her. I imagine the temperature difference compared to her hot little clit must have been quite the sensation. She went off like a Roman candle.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhfuckyes! Oooooooo! Ooooooooooooahhhhhhhhhhh!" she shrieked, arching her back and bucking her hips. She continued her operatic aria of orgasmic delight, while I held on and tried to keep my lips on her pulsating pussy. Her vagina gushed, pushing the glass puck out of her with a pop. She wasn't cumming... She was CUMMMMMMMMMING! She squirmed so much she almost fell off the bed, but I caught her and pulled her back from the edge. I licked her juicy lips for another few minutes, while she slowly came down from the mountaintop.

I looked up at her from below. Her nipples were no longer erect but stubby. Now they were worthy of the title 'hat pegs', and still very thick. I had never seen nipples that impressive. I just had to have them. I crawled up her body and went to town, sucking them wildly, abandoning the gentleness I had previously used. She moaned her approval, and pulled my face closer to her breast. I suckled her for a few minutes more, until she had recovered her senses.

"What the fuck was that you put in my pussy?" she demanded. She had a surprised look on her face.

"Oh, yeah... I forgot...." I answered, crawling down the bed to retrieve it, ".... Aston Martin call it the 'Emotional Control Unit'. Basically, it's the key to the car. A chip encased in glass."

"Can't say I've ever had someone put their car keys in my hoo haa. A rather unique approach. What did you say they call it?" she laughed.

"The Emotional Control Unit, or ECU," I repeated.

Lori started laughing hysterically. After a few seconds she said "that's not an ECU...." then she grabbed my rejuvenated cock, "..... This is an ECU! And I think it's time to put the unit to work!" She tugged at my shaft.

"If you insist," I relented, climbing on top of her. She rubbed the tip of my spear between her slick lips, then placed it in entry position.

"Step on it, big boy!" she said, then reconsidered the comment. "I'm sorry... Let me rephrase that. I don't mean to trivialize this wonderful evening. You have made me feel so special tonight... so desirable.... so loved. I would very much like to continue that feeling. Please.... make love to me." She kissed me again. My imagination was obviously playing tricks with me, because, as wonderful as our earlier kisses had been, this one was more so, for some unknown reason.

I pressed into her gently, feeling the wet engorged lips of her pussy spread and slide their warm embrace down my shaft. I really found it hard to believe that two kids had been pushed through her tunnel. She wasn't just snug; she was vice like. She was also volcanically hot. Yet despite the tightness, her muscles relaxed and I slipped in easily. Then, she seemed to shrink-wrap her pussy to the contours of my shaft. I must admit, that was a first for me.

"Oh god, Lori! That feels incredible," I said as her vaginal muscles rippled along my length. Lori grinned shyly, trying to deflect the compliment. It was false modesty, and she knew that I had her figured out. The smile on her face widened, and a devilish grin appeared, like the cat that ate the canary. Like her kitty ate the canary. And I was the canary.

I began a gentle rhythm of thrusts into her, revelling in the snug feel of her vagina. She closed her eyes blissfully, and sharp snorts of breath escaped with each stroke. She moaned, and pulled my face to her lips. Searing passion poured out with her kisses.

"Oh god, yes..... your cock fills me up so nicely. You fuck so good. Please, don't stop...." she gasped, before resuming the kiss.

She really did fit me like a glove, and part of me was angry for losing all those years of access to her charms. After a few more minutes of gently fucking her, I began to wonder if I would have survived it anyway. Goddamn! She was good! She almost had me ready to cum again, already. It was like her pussy was lined with velvet, memory foam, and silicone gel.... all at the same time. At least the excitement wasn't only one way.

Lori was hooking her heels around my ass. Her breathing was laboured, and a flush of pink began to creep across her chest and neck. She wasn't shy about giving directions. Making love transitioned into fucking her brains out.

"Oh god, baby, fuck me!..... Yeah, just like that!.... Gimme more of that big cock!.... Harder!... Faster!.... Fuck me!... FUCK me!... FUCK ME!!... FUCK MEEEE!" She shrieked as she came. I was glad I was able to get her off before I shot my load, so I could back away from the cliff. I wanted to stay in this pussy for a long, long time.

I pulled out for a second, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and buried myself to the hilt again. I immediately knew that I had made an error in strategy, if my goal was to fuck her for a long session.

I mentioned my love of breasts, before. Let me be clear. I love big tits. I mean.... I LOVE big tits! I love to look at them, to feel them, and most of all... I love to watch them move. Bounce. Shimmy. Quiver. Almost liquid, but not quite. Big bouncing tits almost always make me cum. And now I was looking down at Lori's magnificently full, beautiful breasts, moving in rhythm to my strokes. I tried not to watch them, but no one has that much willpower. She saved me again, as the depth advantage I had in this position accelerated her passion. Then she did something else I had never seen before.

When she came, in addition to her vocal performance, her pussy gushed, and juice literally bubbled around my shaft. I pushed home again, and she squirted. It was like pumping up a super soaker. Apparently, Lori was enjoying this. Equally apparent was the fact she wanted more.

"More!" she screamed. (See, I told you...)

Okay, more it is. I pulled out and flipped her over, slamming back into her as soon as I dragged her hips up into the target zone. At least I didn't need to watch her tits anymore, but the view of my cock splitting her puffy pussy lips was equally arousing. She was also tickling my balls with her hand. Then she decided to concentrate on her clitoris instead.

She squirted through another orgasm, and this time, I didn't need to stop thrusting, so yet another was soon following. Lori's screams were petering out, as she tired, but the clutching of her overflowing vagina never flagged, indicating that her arousal was not declining. She came yet again. Streams of honey were trickling down her thighs. Only after her seventh orgasm did she crack, grabbing the edge of the bed and literally yanking herself of my skewering member. She collapsed, panting and sweating.

"Enough! Need to breathe! You motherfucking stud!" she cursed at me, and complimented me at the same time. She peered up at me from her flaked-out position, struggling both with her breathing and her emotions. Finally, she reached up and stroked her hand across my cheek. "I am beginning to wish I had made different choices in life."

"Don't say that!" I snapped. She was a bit taken aback. "Lori..." I clarified, softening my tone apologetically,"... we all have regrets, don't we? But, I believe that we become who we are because of those same choices, and even the regrets have a role to play. I know you don't regret having your children, do you, despite the end result of your marriage?" The answer was no. "And I have a similar history, to look back on. But, would I be who I am if it were not for that history, both good and bad? Would you be who you are?"