We had met up the night before, even though saying we wouldn’t. We had talked about sticking apart, even though we both wanted to be together that night. We’d even taken a taxi and told him to go to two separate places, but changed our mind when we got to the first.
The night had been poignant and tender but I had to go. The plane was due to leave in about three hours, I had to get back to my hotel, get ready and get to the airport. We’d woken with too little time left to say goodbye properly.
I didn’t know when I would see her again, if ever.
She walked me to the door, I was clothed, she was still naked. 5’7”, slender, firm, cute ass, long, dark hair. The most gorgeous smile and softest skin, tits perky enough to point at you, full enough to enjoy.
I was standing at the door, reaching for the lock. We’d kissed goodbye, we’d said what needed to be said. She pressed herself against me, I reached behind. I could feel the edge of her ass, the curve scooping up into her slim legs.
I couldn’t resist, I reached down the front, stroked her waxed mound and slid a finger further. I felt her hips push against me and as I felt her lips part, I felt the first dew of her getting wet. She reached round and stroked my hardening cock through my trousers. It was firm, sticking down the leg, trapped, slightly uncomfortable, rather tender, very excited.
My hand dropped from the door lock and I turned, keeping a finger exploring her. My other arm snaked around her waist and she folded herself against me, her arms reaching around my neck. We kissed and then I leaned away, my face saying it all – I had to go, I had no time.
She reached down and grasped my cock through the material. My breaths deepened. Her other hand came down and deftly flicked open the button. My finger was still in her. She unzipped me.
There wasn’t time for finesse. I turned her so her back was against the wall. I shucked my trousers and shorts down and my cock sprang up. I pushed against her. She gasped and ground herself against me. I could feel her wetness against my cock.
I grabbed my cock and bent it towards her. She got up on tip toes. I could feel the entrance eager to embrace me. My other hand grabbed the inside of her thigh and lifted it. She gasped and jumped up. I took this as a cue and caught her with both hands. She wrapped her legs around me.
I lowered her, swiftly towards my cock. She reached between us and steered me into her. I felt her warmth, her wetness, her grasp of me as I slid in. I looked into her eyes and started to pump.
There wasn’t time, she knew it, I knew it. This wasn’t going to be glorious or sensuous, this was going to be firm and fast. And it was. I must have pumped into her ten to twenty times before I felt my balls start to tighten. My pace was picking up, she was hanging on and driving herself down on to me. It was happening. Fast.
I shot into her and felt her squeeze her arms around my shoulders, she moaned loudly and I knew I wasn’t alone. I could feel the cum pumping out, she was shuddering and we held each other firmly.
She collapsed against me but I didn’t have time to hold her. I gently lifted her off and she leant back against the wall, looking at me through hooded eyes. I reached down and pulled up my shorts and trousers. I could see a half smile flit across her face.
I reached for the door, unlocked it. She reached up with one hand, curled it around my neck and pulled my head down. One kiss, fleeting, partly open lips, no tongue. When I pulled away, I could definitely see the smile.
I made my plane.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/73x6gr/the_best_goodbye