Fiery Sparks

When you finally returned home after a long day, it had been almost a week since your ex-girlfriend started working at the same company and you tried and started to talk to her.

Though time had worked to quell the pain in your body, the guilt still lingered somewhere in the back of your mind. But like one of your best friends said, you tried, that was it.

Now you'd both agreed to be civil again, and things were settling down into whatever you'd have to call normal from now on. You'd promised to act like simple work colleagues, and that's what you'd do.

With little option, you tried to fall back into a routine, finding whatever most boring bureaucratic issue laid ignored in your email's inbox and deciding to go through them. You often relied on boring tasks to take your mind off of painful things, and it had been coming in handy for the past two days.

The last email had been one from your lawyer, asking for some terribly old document for some confusing reason you couldn't understand. Sitting in your bed, you had surrounded yourself with graying plastic binders and worn out boxes. Choosing one that looked to be the right amount of old to look through.

When you took the lid off of the large box, you found an old shirt lying on top of the contents. Pulling the garment back, you were met with an assortment of photos and papers scattered about.

The minute your eyes found the pictures you already knew what would be in them. And you knew you shouldn't keep looking. Not with everything going on in your life right now. But it was almost like your hands had a life of their own, and before you knew it, the pictures were already laid on the bed before you.

It wasn't a surprise, but as your eyes scanned the photos, you still felt your breath hitch in your throat. They were all pictures from back in your hometown.

They held the smiling faces of you and your friends. Keepsakes from times and places long gone, some of which slipped your mind now as you looked through them.

Many were from shows, some from trips and parties and other events. All of them had one thing in common, though. All of them had her in it.

That was the box you had dumped any photo with her in, to never be seen again.

Shit, you didn't even know you still had that. You were supposed to have thrown it away, but you never did quite get up the courage to do so.

Looking at them now, you could feel the bitter sweet pang of nostalgia, the way it tasted like ashes in your mouth. Swallowing thickly, you stacked the photos together in the box again. That's when you noticed something else, the black metal previously hidden by the scattered papers shining back at you.

You hesitated for a moment before your fingertips grazed the rough exterior of the camera. Her camera. An old SLR that you had seen many times, but you didn't even recall it was with you.

This thing had been her prized possession back when she bought it, around the start of your relationship. You remembered she used to love photography - and maybe she still did, but now you had no way of knowing - she'd take that camera to every show and every trip.

You had no idea how it had ended up with you.

Running your thumb over the lens cover, you pulled the poor old thing out of the box it had sat in for the better part of a decade. The cardboard had protected it from dust, but you could only guess what a cross continental move would have done to it.

The exterior at least seemed fine, and as you opened the lens cover, you couldn't clearly see any mold or anything.

For the most part, the camera seemed ok, and it sparked in you a curiosity that you knew you shouldn't feed. Whatever pictures it held, you knew they would do you no good right now.

You knew you should just put it back in the box and leave it be. But you couldn't resist as your finger pushed the power button, body moving on its own, ignoring all common sense. All you could do was hope the thing just would not turn on.

But of course it did.

For a few precious seconds, it seemed as if the camera wasn't going to pop back into life. Like something was finally looking out for you and saving you from your own stupid and impulsive decisions.

But you had no such luck. With a faint sound, it finally woke from its years long slumber, the small screen blinking as it returned to the world of the living.

You felt your mouth drying as you stared down at the cold pixels, scared and anxious at just what you'd find as your fingers made quick work of the menu buttons.

When you finally made your way to the old photos, the first thing you were greeted with was your own face. Those same eyes stared back at you, although a good few wrinkles less and many years younger.

You had a smile on your face, features framed as you sat on the floor. Behind you, you could see the silhouettes of your best friends, and only a few more blurred forms dotted in the background.

Moving to the next photo, you found yourself again, this time slightly out of frame as you tried to grab the camera. The image was shaky, your face partially in focus, the other blurred as it reached out, fingers coming close to the lens.

A chuckle escaped your lips, the sound faint and half hearted as you felt a pang in your chest.

You tried to remember this day, trying desperately to reach for any memory, but you were left with nothing.

Moving onto the next one, you found yourself again, tongue sticking out as you leaned close to the camera. The pure joy in your face is an ironic contrast with the date of the picture. The naive happiness of someone who didn't know that days later you'd fuck up something you truly cared about.

Sighing deeply, you moved on to the older photos. Passing through pictures of you, your best friends, as well as pictures of her getting ready or climbing on the ropes.

There was one video from that day that had you and her dancing around, and for the second time now you felt your heart shatter as your memory failed you.

You made through the pictures of the four of you, but nothing moved your mind, the memories truly lost to time.

Biting your bottom lip, you laid back against the headboard, finger pressing the button again, but the picture meeting you this time was completely different.

The photo had been taken in front of a large mirror outside a building, and standing in the frame were the two of you. You had an umbrella in hand, and she had the camera covering half of her face as she looked through the viewfinder.

Fuck, you could remember that mirror, the coffee where that picture was taken. You could remember that day pretty well, you'd both taken a few days off and gone on a trip.

It was a three-day trip, and it rained lightly for all three days, not the perfect trip but far from the worst you'd had. And looking back at the photo now, you could even say the rain added to the atmosphere.

The next few photos were a mix of you and her in different locations, as well as many pictures of places and things she'd found beautiful. Few of them had you two together, and the photos she took were always clearly much better than yours, but you was thankful for those anyway.

You were thankful for this insight into a memory, time had just almost claimed, glad to just see her glowing smile once again.

It was almost strange, seeing how the look in her eyes in those pictures resembled in almost nothing the one you were used to seeing now. It was like looking into an alternate dimension, close enough that you could brush your fingertips against its ghost, but not so close that you could grasp.

You flipped through the images, watching her, the way her skin glowed from the drizzle and the scattered sunlight. Basking in the warmth of her smile and all the playful expressions she made to the camera. It was a side of her that people rarely got to see. One that you yourself had now been closed off from.

Sighing again, you flipped through the photos rapidly before stopping when you noticed a change in environment. The picture you'd stopped in was of her, looking away from the camera with her hair tied up, water covering her bare chest all the way above the breasts.

You paused, studying the environment, the stone walls and hazy fog circling her were hard to mistake. You two were at an onsen, by the size of it a private one, probably from whichever place you were staying at.

Yours eyes trailed the exposed skin on the back of her neck, eyes following the curve of her spine as it delved underwater. You felt your chest tighten again, she was so gorgeous, if you closed your eyes you could almost feel her soft skin on your fingertips.

The next picture had her laughing, waving one hand at the camera as if trying to shoo you away. Her movement - and the surrounding fog - made the photo blurry, but you could still see her exposed chest.

Warm water spilled down the inside of her breasts, kissing her skin in ways you could only have in your dreams now.

Moving on to the next photo, you felt the air hitching in your throat as your eyes met with her own, large and entrancing in a way that you never found again after you lost her.

Her beautiful irises stared back at you through the screen, keeping you locked in place for a good moment as you felt yourself dragged to the bottom of a lake. And for a second there, you really didn't want to resurface.

When you finally remembered to breathe, you fully took in the image. She stared straight ahead, deep sultry eyes locked with the lens as your hand touched her face. One of her hands held your own, her lips touching your knuckles and the back of your fingers in a soft kiss.

Water droplets ran down the curve of her tits, with the way she was sitting the water just about touched her chest, not fully reaching her nipples.

Blood rushed to your face and in a moment your breathing became hard, air evading you for a long second. It was almost like you'd forgotten just how gorgeous she could be.

Your fragile memory - and your most shameful dreams - not doing justice to a sight you once had so freely that you didn't fully value. You were young and stupid, and she was too beautiful for you to understand - and fuck, from what you saw, she'd only gotten better.

Your free hand ran through your hair as you sat staring down at the old screen, feeling the rough texture of the camera against your fingers.

The photo had you in a hypnotic hold, you could almost smell her perfume and taste her skin, almost. And you could feel your body react to it, but at the same time a pang of guilt came through your chest.

You shouldn't be looking at this, you knew. It was wrong, you knew. You should stop, you knew. Swallowing thickly again, your thumb hovered over the button for a long second before you finally created the courage and flipped to the next photo.

It did you no good.

When you skipped to the next thing a video started playing, if it had any audio the camera couldn't play it. When it started, it was only her in frame, sitting with her chest above the water as the lens filmed from a higher angle.

She said something you couldn't make out, laughing and turning away before turning back and slowly licking her lips, half lidded eyes staring deep into your own.

Your hand came into view then, thumb brushing over her jaw before making its way to her mouth and caressing her lower lip. She stuck her tongue out, licking the tip of your thumb quickly before lowering her torso. That was when the camera changed angles to follow her movement.

At first, your bare thighs came into view as she slid between them, but the camera continued its swift movement until your fully hard cock appeared in the shot.

Your eyes widened as you watched her hands sliding up your thighs as her lips brushed over your hips.

You could feel a tightening in your pants as your eyes followed her movements on screen. Her lips teasing the base of your dick and the inside of your thigh, biting and licking whatever skin they touched. The sight had shivers run down your spine.

You could feel yourself getting hard as you watched your hand lazily pulling her closer to your cock before leaving the frame. She licked the underside of your erection, fingers trailing your thick thighs and coming closer to the base of your cock.

When she reached your head, one of her hands wrapped around your shaft, jerking it up and down slowly. Her other hand is digging into your thigh and keeping you in place.

Watching the scene in the camera had you groaning, stretching your legs out, free hand coming to rest on top of the bulge now formed in your pants.

You watched the image of her continue to tease you on the screen, licking your swollen head as she made eye contact with the lens.

Muttering curses, your eyes followed the movements of her tongue, your fingers caressing your large bulge over the fabric of your pants. Just the sight of her lips surrounding the head of your cock being enough to have you fully hard.

On the screen, you watched as she went back to teasing you, kissing her way to the base of your dick before she moved up, licking the thick vein on the underside of your cock. You could almost feel it, length throbbing inside your pants as you rubbed and tugged it over the fabric.

A hiss escaped your lips at the sensation, watching as she took your head fully into her mouth in the video, your cock now pressing against your pants, desperate to be set free.

Shit, you knew you shouldn't be watching this. Let alone taking your pleasure from it. It felt wrong, but you didn't really wanna think about that right now.

You only barely remembered filming this video, let alone that it still existed somewhere. You brushed against it again by pure chance, it was not like a premeditated thing.

Fuck, you missed her in more ways than you'd want to admit, and you didn't want to deny your body's desire. You didn't want to deny the way seeing her at the company had your mind reeling. The way hearing her voice in the halls sent shivers down your spine. You knew it was wrong, but for a single moment you chose to give in to the desire burning deep inside your core.

Pulling the waistband of your pants down, you released your throbbing cock. Veins popping around the thick shaft and sensitive head, your fingers sliding around it lazily.

You watched as she started slowly moving her head up and down on the screen, each time taking more of your shaft inside her mouth. Groaning, you cursed the lack of audio on the camera, wanting nothing more than to hear the delicious sounds you knew she'd be making.

Your large hand wrapped tight around your length, fingers barely meeting as you pumped yourself slowly.

You took in a sharp breath as you saw her lips getting close to the base of your cock, the camera shaking in your hands as a shiver coursed through your body, setting every nerve alight.

You threw your head back, cursing under your breath before looking down again, watching her with darkened eyes. Taking your hand from your cock for a second, you spat on your palm before you went back to fisting your length, fingers now picking up speed.

Palming your head and pumping down your shaft, you watched the scene as she deliberately moved her mouth all the way up your cock, leaving only the head in between her lips before she dove down slowly.

You watched as her lips almost touched the base of your dick on screen, a low and rough groan coming from deep in your chest. It was almost as if you could feel it, feel her mouth swallowing your large erection whole. Your length twitched in your hands, pre cum spilling from your tip as you pumped faster now, your thick fingers wrapping tight.

Darkened eyes followed her movements as she bobbed her head a few more times, from tip all the way down, until her lips finally reached the base. The image shook a little before it steadied again.

You could almost feel the sensations, the tip of your cock touching the back of her throat, the wet warmth of her mouth stretching around your dick. You'd never forget that feeling, sinful and holy, pleasure bordering on pain.

She continued sucking on screen, and oh, what wouldn't you give to hear the noises. You groaned, trying to conjure them in your head as you fisted yourself faster now, one hand almost not enough to satisfy your full length.

Pre cum dripped from your swollen head, onto your fingers and down your veiny cock, making your movements easier and faster. Your erection throbbing in your hand, feeling hot and heavy against your rough palm.

You could feel the coil tightening in your gut, hips jutting forward as you imagined her mouth around your length. You closed your eyes tight, shuddering, breath faltering, your cock throbbing violently in your palm.

An animalistic growl trapped in your throat as you opened your eyelids again and watched her moving fast, eyes shut in pleasure. In the screen, your hand burrowed into her hair, fingers tangling with her locks and taking control of her pace.

When the growl escaped your lips, you almost couldn't recognize the voice as your own. It was something else, something wild and desperate.

You watched on the screen as your hand pulled her all the way back before sliding back down, setting a hard and deliberate pace. Both of her hands held onto your strong legs now, fingertips digging deep into your skin.

You shuddered, trying hard to keep your eyes on the video as pleasure built up within you. By this point your cock was throbbing uncontrollably in your calloused hands, hips bucking with violence and you felt so fucking close.

You locked eyes with the camera once again, and you could see your hips bucking forward in the video. The hand in her hair stuttered in its pace as her tongue slipped out of her mouth and under your cock.

Shit, just seeing that had you delirious, spilling praises out of your mouth that you knew she'd never hear. You imagined the feeling of her mouth, the warmth of her tongue all around you. Deft fists pumped up and down at a voracious speed, your cock heavy and slick in your hands, balls feeling full and tight.

On the screen, your hips bucked erratically, not even caring if you were bringing her head all the way down or not. Her lips looked wet and abused as they stretched around your girth, moving up and down fast.

Pulling her head all the way to your tip, your hand moved to her lip, pulling her open mouth towards the camera before coming back to your own cock.

You fisted yourself a couple times, resting the head of your cock on her tongue as your thick length twitched. Rope after rope of your thick white cum spilled past her lips, filling her mouth with it.

You pumped your hand faster and harder, feeling the coil in your gut snap as you watched you close your pretty mouth, swallowing all of your hot cum, tongue darting out to lick some that had slipped down her lip.

You felt your orgasm hit like a truck, shutting your eyes as the intensity of the feeling had you seeing stars.

With a grunt, your cock spasmed in your hand, shooting your cum like a torrent. Multiple white, thick ropes spilling from your cock, feeling hot as they poured on your exposed thighs and hips, staining your shirt where they fell on the fabric.

You rode your orgasm for what felt like forever, ecstasy completely clouding your mind. When you finally came to, eyes opened to see your still hard cock twitching slowly.

Pearly white of cum painted your fingers, a string of it coming from the head and connecting to your hips. You swiped your thumb over your still sensitive head, spreading your thick white jizz over the tip. You were breathing hard, and it still took you a moment to fully return from your high.

Looking at the mess you'd made, you felt that pang of guilt back in your chest. Shit, you shouldn't have done that. Pushing your cock back into your pants, you cleaned your hand on your already stained shirt before sitting straight against the headboard, the full weight of your guilt crashing down.