Lost time

Her nakedness had me speechless
As I led her to the bed
Her breasts, pink tipped were gorgeous
Her perfume filled my head.

Her curve of hip, her slender waist
Just made me stop and stare
Such smooth thighs and at their peak
That triangle of blond hair

My fingers itched to stroke there
As she lay with legs wide spread
And gave me her come hither smile
As I climbed on the bed.

Her kiss was hot and frantic
Our tongues they really wrestled,
Against her hips I knew she felt
Where my stiff cock had nestled

My hands they squeezed each wondrous breast.  
Where nipples jutted proudly
My lips sucked at the nearest one
Which had her groaning loudly

One hand slid down her belly
To that bush of golden hair
And beyond, to her wet valley
I knew heaven waited there.

My fingers searched her secret place
She groaned with satisfaction
"In me now," her voice cried out.
Time for some real action.

With fingers warm and eager,
She reached for my erection
"Don't worry, I am on the pill
We do not need protection."

Assured, I lay across her,
So my hot cock she could guide
Between her thighs, all trembling now
I tensed, so keen for that smooth glide

Her jerking hips just drew me
High into her vaginal core  
Hot, and wet, I thrust there
And heard her cry, "More, Brad, more."

"Oh, God" she sighed "it fills me
Your tool is so immense."
I thrust again, our passions shared,
And pressure now intense.

My balls were ready to explode
Each one a swollen plum,
It really was a huge relief to hear her cry,
"Brad, I'm going to cum"

Two mighty thrusts should do the trick
Her gasping breaths had me alerted,
Her hips pushed up quite madly
And that made sure I spurted.

We clung and heaved like mad things
My spurts would just not cease
Our ecstatic cries, a crazy duet
Orgasms brought sweet release.

All sweat and mixed love juices.
We lay, and slowly found our voices
I knew we had to talk about
How we'd both made such poor choices.

"Fifteen years since high school,"
She sighed, "And now we've met again"
"You went off with Jack," I said.
"And you were stuck on Jane."

"How could we be so stupid?" I asked her.
She agreed, "Almost a tragic miss."
"But now we've years to play catch up"
An idea we gladly sealed with very special kiss.