They Meet Again After Many Years

She'd had a bad day – her boss had been in an impatient mood all day, she'd suffered from emotional colleagues offloading about their personal problems, etc. – and she just wanted to be exported to a place where it could all be forgotten. She craved that sexual high. Her desire was rampant.

She'd been in such a rush to get away from work that she had forgotten to contact him. She hoped beyond all hope that he was still at work and that he did not have to rush off because she could then, at least, meet him even if there were still colleagues in his office.

When she turned in to the avenue of his office on the industrial estate and saw his silver car still on the car park she began to think that her luck for the day was beginning to change for the better. Her chest rose and her heart began to beat just a little quicker. Her mind began to imagine his hands running through her hair, caressing her breasts, probing her sopping love tunnel and tasting her own cum as she kissed him ...

Despite having visited his office on several occasions, some times just for a coffee and a half hour break from the realities of life, she still felt nervous. She could not get through the security access door and relied on him hearing her knocking the door and coming to meet him. Somehow she felt vulnerable.

She'd climbed the stairs and knocked the door forcefully. As she waited for his beaming smile to brighten up her day she tried to remember where she had met him and how they had got to the current situation between them. She could not remember. Where had it been? She tried to think of her earliest memories of him but it was a long time ago and the fact that she never saw him for a period of time just made it more difficult. She could not recall whether she'd met him in a bar, via friends or through work. One day she'd remember to ask him. She knew that they'd had an instant physical attraction but he had been so painfully shy and she had done most of the running. Their lives were different and they were never meant to spend too much time together – they were never relationship material – but there was an undefinable "spark" and sexual energy that filled the air between them. It felt so thick that they refrained from other company because any body could recognise the sizzling air that fizzled between them.

He heard the door being knocked and looked at his watch – 6.10pm. He'd just been thinking about her and wondering why he'd not heard from her for several weeks. His expectations rose that she was at the door and his groin "jumped" in anticipation. He wandered along the corridor and his face broke in to a spontaneous smile as he saw her beaming face meeting his.

She'd felt so stiff for several hours but the tension evaporated instantly. The pain in her head vanished immediately. Why did he this effect on her? How did he do it? He bounced along the corridor and opened the door:

"I wondered where you'd been hiding?" he enquired. "I have had quite the sh*ttiest day in living memory and hope that tongue of yours is on form!"

They wandered in to his office and he sat back in his chair and began to tidy his desk. She just stared at him, slowly. She began to think about why she liked him – he was so uncomplicated, knowledgeable, at ease with himself and with a gorgeous smile and a fantastic arse – what more could she want from a man? His dick might only have been an average size but in the recent months that she'd started meeting with him they still had not had sex again. He was still making her feel incredible without having entered her – she longed for the day when they could spend a little longer together and were coupled together slowly, joyfully, in a sensuous union of body and mind, but the wait made everything else just that little bit more exciting ...

If she planned to visit him she always made sure that she was wearing a skirt and a top to make every thing a little bit easier and quicker. Today she'd made no such plans and had worn a jacket and trousers to work as her boss was entertaining important new clients and every body in the advertising agency where she worked was desperate to make a good impression and retain their account.

She hung her jacket on the back of his office door and took off her shoes. She unbuttoned her blouse just enough to entice his gaze towards her small, firm tits.

He just loved the fact that she had such a firm, athletic body – the long legs, narrow hips, flat stomach, firm buttocks and well toned shoulders and arms. Her lovely thick hair was just a bonus. She was so light on her feet that she seemed to glide across his office floor. She sat on a chair, stretched her long legs across his desk and asked him to massage her feet and toes – he duly obliged. Alternating between light, feathery strokes that tickled and firm tension easing rubbing he kneaded both feet for several minutes and felt the tension ebb from her toes, feet, away from her ankles and he continued up her legs and expertly massaged her calves. They were so smooth and he enjoyed the hold that he was having over her. She was moaning. He loved easing his thumbs in to her muscles, removing the day's tension, he loved to see her smiling. He could not reach beyond the back of her knees which had quivered at his touch.

He leant back and offered her a drink which she declined. She moved herself on to his desk and her feet reached for the crotch of his trousers. Her right foot stroked across the zip of his trousers and she felt him start to react. Her toes searched for the end of his knob and she curved them around the mound in his trousers. She rubbed the outside of his trousers again with her right foot before using both feet to trap his growing, stiffening wand, to play with him, teasing and probing. Neither of them had to try to please the other - it happened so naturally and easy. It helped that she only visited him when her sexual appetite needed satisfying and, after all, he was just a man and how often did they decline the advances of any body let alone a gorgeous, nubile athlete.

She jumped on to his lap, wrapped her legs behind his waist and began to gyrate her hips, very slowly, pushing herself in to him. She could feel his alert c*ck reaching for her and she drove herself towards him, her thong straining at her flushed fanny lips, trying to tease her clit. It was a struggle but she soon found a position that exposed it enough to enable the gentle rhythm to stimulate her glorious love button. This was so pleasurable without being climax inducing.

She leaned in to him and kissed his neck. It was the first time that she had kissed him since she did not know when.

She was getting very wet and incredibly horny. After all she was here to put the lousy day behind her and was not going to allow frustration to get any kind of a hold. She stood away from him and unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, unfastened her trousers, eased off her bra and sat back on his lap. With her arms around his neck to hold on she leaned backwards, her hips still easing in to his crotch, and he did not need an invitation to cup her tits. His touch always seemed to be almost perfect. His hands stroked the bare flesh and the back of his fingers danced across her nipples. They rose to the attention. With the palms of his hand cupping most of her tits he used his thumbs to stroke her nipples, drawing circles around the ever hardening, glowing, coffee coloured "rivets". His touch encouraged her hips to work harder, increasing her desire, the juices beginning to leak from her. He squeezed her nipples gently between the backs of his index and middle fingers and she let out a cry of pleasure.

He pulled her back towards him and his lips reached for her gravity defying tits. For several minutes he licked and kissed, the flickering strokes sending messages of passion shooting to her brain, before he started to suck gently on her one nipple as his free right hand played with the other. She was in ecstasy. Had she really had a bad day? He had an infatigable spirit and never knew when to stop. He would have continued for hours had she not decided to take control of the proceedings.

She stood and removed the last article of clothing she was wearing. Only briefly did he consider what would happen if any body turned up and found a naked woman in his office. She lay on his desk with her hips hanging over the edge and seductively swirled her tongue outside her mouth. She dragged a finger between her swollen fanny lips, lingered briefly on her clit and invited him to follow. Without hesitation he inserted a finger in to her wet hole and waited for her to squeeze it with enthusiasm. He probed and allowed her to ride it for several seconds. God how she wanted his dick inside her right now. The thumb of his other hand began to work at her clit, rubbing it softly, teasing it, letting it swell in to the soft flesh of his thumb whilst her love juice poured on to his other hand. She was nearing her orgasm and he was not going to allow that just yet.

He'd grown in confidence during recent meetings and was far more capable of looking after himself too. He leant his head between her open legs – she was begging him to lick her, to let his strong tongue delve deep in to her fanny, to lick her clit. She knew that she could not take this pleasure much longer. It was heaven and excruciating all at the same time – she wanted the high, the release to last forever but she was having to fight, to tense her body, to delay the inevitable orgasm.

She was just about to explode when he eased away from her. He'd got her just where he wanted her. Begging him to continue. Suffering from desire. Desperate for the orgasm that would send her whole body in to spasm, the waves of release flooding throughout her. Getting her to this point had excited him and he was stiff and primed ready for action. With her lying over the edge of his desk he had a great desire to drop his trousers and send his loaded tool in to her burning cauldron. He needed sex with her. But he knew that would always be her call.

At that moment she had exactly the same thought. Get inside me – now! Hard. Powerful. Masterful. Grind against my clit. Let me squeeze the life out of that c*ck. Oh, f*ck me, harder. Make me cum. Quickly. She was aching for him.

He started to undo his belt and she leant forward and positively released it, tugged his trousers and incredibly small briefs over his hips and began to man handle his throbbing c*ck. He had never felt it so big and she remarked that it seemed bigger than before. Holding his man hood in both hands just increased her desire. She felt the first shocks of an orgasm before they subsided.

He wanted them to cum together, both licking and sucking each other in to oblivion. The positioning was awkward. He lay back on his office floor and invited her to straddle his face facing his feet. She didn't need any prompting and before his tongue had recommenced its probing of her tunnel and sucking of her love button she had gone to work on his dick. Two hands stroked its full length. She screamed out loud which surprised him. Her one hand played with his balls whilst the other played with his sensitive "helmet".

He could feel her working him over but his mind was too occupied with sending her in to orbit. He could taste her sweet juice on his tongue and her body tensed every time he flicked his tongue across her clit. She could not take much more. Trying to keep her at that point of intensity he concentrated on her fanny, delving, running his tongue across her lips, etc.

She took his dick in her mouth, letting the full length reach the back of her throat before releasing it slowly. She licked it. Slowly she circled the top with her tongue, lapping his pre-cum juice and swallowing hard. He'd never been this hard with her before and she'd never known him take this much stimulation without shooting his load. This only increased her pleasure and was driving her insane.

He returned to her clit and would not leave it alone now, not until she'd cum. He licked and sucked and then flicked his tongue incessantly against her swollen pleasure zone. She cried and moaned, her hips driving her clit across his outstretched tongue. This was the only shaved fanny he'd ever met and he loved the lack of hair, nothing to obstruct or get in his way, nothing to cause him to gag and swallow incessantly. She couldn't take it. This had never felt this good before. She sucked harder on his c*ck which had got even bigger with her best endeavours.

She let out a huge scream and her hips shook violently. Juice poured from her. Her erect nipples were almost painful. Was this pleasure or pain? Her whole bodied tensed, her firm muscles tort, before she exploded in one of the most fantastic orgasms of her life. That bad day must have had its uses – she been able to plumb the depths to enable her to enjoy this incredible high. He swallowed and swallowed as her cum poured from her.

As if hit by a bolt of lightning his head "exploded", his body spasmed and he shot his load straight down her throat. She lapped it up and sucked hard, hard and even harder until he was dry but still spasming. He shrieked with pain as cramp took hold off his buttocks.

Quickly, she climbed off and turned round and impaled her self on his still hard dick. She had it inside her – at last. She left it there for twenty to thirty seconds, squeezing it, feeling him warming her insides, gently stimulating her clit against his dick.

She got off quickly, leant forward and kissed him on the lips. He was taken aback. This had never happened before. He could not taste his own seed as she had taken it straight down her throat but she wanted to taste her own cum and she entwined their tongues to lick off her own sweet flavour.

She stood up, and as always, immediately began to get dressed. She stammered, "One day soon I am going to have to feel you inside me"

And with that she walked out o his office and was gone.

Part 4

"My friend has gone away for 2 weeks and lent me the keys to her apartment and we are going to have the f*ck fest of your life" began her e-mail. He liked the subtle use of "we" but it would be of "his" life – again, she was just exerting her greater experience and confidence, just taking that extra bit of control. He knew he'd never "win" with her and had long since stopped trying. They both had other partners but this was hardly an "affair" – it was a pure sexual arrangement. They both needed more sex than their partners wanted.

"I want us to christen every room in her apartment, to shag each other senseless in every conceivable way, so that whenever I am round there I can remember what we were doing ..." continued the e-mail. She also knew that she planned to recount every last detail to her friend and did she want a story to tell her?

"I'm already imagining what we'll be doing, already sensing your dick ramming its full length in to me, teasing my lips with the end of your shaft, feeling your exquisite touch on my tits, your lips and tongue driving my nipples in to oblivion, ... I could almost cum just thinking about it.

I'll take care of everything else. All you have got to do is deliver yourself." Details of time, location, etc. were all provided.

This was not his usual lunch time meeting and he felt extremely nervous as he drove to the designated flat and parked the car. No sooner had he pressed the buzzer to the 3rd floor apartment and the door was electronically opened. There were no stairs obvious so he jumped in the lift and took a number of very large deep breaths. He needed to try and get his pulse under control but he was struggling.

No sooner had he exited the lift than the door to the relevant apartment was opened from behind and he walked in. The smell of fresh coffee hit him as he walked through the door, completely over-powering the clean smell of the apartment. She was stood behind the door completely naked – he just marveled at her fantastic body, the long legs, narrow waist, flat stomach and athletic shoulders. She really did have a stunning body.

"I got here a little while ago and made some coffee but the anticipation was killing me and I couldn't wait" she said, as she grabbed his hand and led it down over her closely cropped, narrow triangle of pubic hair and between her legs. She was already wet. She held his hand between the top of her legs until she had dribbled, just a little, on to his hand.

The apartment was very modern, with lots of glass (with blinds in the panels), wooden floors throughout, loads of stainless steel, etc. It was so clean it was almost sterile.

"I'll make you a coffee and you can get undressed in there (pointing to the master bedroom) and I'll see you in the lounge which is through that arch (pointing a little further along the little hall way)" It was an order!

Before getting stripped off he noticed that all of the blinds had already been closed. He removed his clothes carefully as he'd have to return to work and he felt so embarrassed by his nakedness. He had never been completely naked with her before her and just felt so inferior. She had this fantastic body and he thought that he was so normal and average. Other women had commented on his bum, a few on his legs, and his face wasn't too bad but he didn't exactly have the six pack and pecs so prevalent in the ideal male. Just ordinary was how he'd describe himself. Perhaps, one day he'd pluck up the courage to ask her what she saw in him.

He walked softly along the short hallway and before he entered the lounge he caught her reflection in the mirror. There was an explicit video playing on the tv – a couple seemed to be in a very romantic location, in a log cabin with a roaring fire, but the sex was just 2 people hammering away at each other, passionless. The cameras could not have got any closer, etc.

But she was no longer watching. She was lying on the edge of the sofa, her legs wide open, her right hand holding a gold coloured, very long,(it must have been 10+ inches) and thin vibrator. He stood in the arch way of the door and watched her for, at least, a minute. She was in her own little world. He tip-toed towards her, his c*ck semi-stiff from watching her pleasuring herself, and intended to take over with the vibrator. Her eyes opened just before he reached her.

"I wondered what was keeping you" she uttered but he just put his finger to his lips to advise her to keep quiet. He reached for her right hand, which had continued to roll the vibrator along her inner thighs and over her heaving mound, and placed his on top of hers. The action was almost affectionate and she led their hands as the inanimate tool rolled around her body. She eased her hand off and invited him to excite her. He did not need any further invitation to slide the implement, slowly, excruciatingly slowly, in to her. She moaned and her hips reached for it, trying to take it in quicker, but he was not having any of it. The harder she reached, the more slowly he eased the warm, throbbing member in to her.

His teasing was exciting and irritating all at the same time and she'd let him have control for too long. In her books those 2 minutes were still 2 minutes too long! She took the vibrator from him and turned it off. He stood up and began to drink his coffee. His dick was at her eye level as she was sat on the sofa and she wrapped two hands around it – before he knew it she had put a condom on him and started to suck the end of his knob. He nearly splurted coffee all over the cream coloured sofa – now that would have been a story to explain to her friend.

"Ooooh, banana – my favourite" she offered. He was just speechless at how she had managed to put a condom on him without him realising what she was doing. They had never discussed each other's sexual history and he was re-assured by her actions.