The last time I saw her was outside the train station. It was a cold January morning and we were wrapped in scarves and thick coats. The cold winter air stung our cheeks as we held each other close, the crowds of people pouring in and out of the station parted around us as we said our goodbyes.
The time we had spent together had been brief. What was it – three weeks? A month? It still seemed surreal that we had grown so close after such a short period of time but despite this we were now forever connected in some unusual way. We had given each other something that we had both badly needed, for different reasons, in a difficult and changing time in both our lives.
But is was not love, no. And as if to confirm this we did not kiss during our goodbye. Instead we just held each other tightly. I breathed in her smell, ran my fingers through her thick black hair, gently feeling the skin on the back of her neck, committing her to memory one last time.
Finally, we looked in to each others eyes as we released one another from our arms and she turned and slowly walked in to the station. I watched her pass through the gates and then disappear from view amongst the crowds on the platform.
Life resumed. I continued with routine just as I had done before she had entered my life. After a few months I met someone new and started a new relationship. I was mildly content and months turned to years.
Three years, in fact, almost to the day. And then a message appeared on my phone.
“Hey stranger its been a long time. Im coming back for a short visit.”
I stared at the message. A fluttering feeling in my stomach rose up inside me and my penis grew hard in my underwear almost immediately. I couldn’t believe it after all this time. I had assumed she would have moved on – or moved far away – and that was the end of it. I discreetly adjusted my erection under the office desk and then replied.
“Its good to hear from you. When are you coming? It would be good to catch up.”
“Tomorrow. I’ll be arriving by train 8pm x.”
“I’ll meet you there.” I replied instantly, without thinking. Of course I did. Within a few short text messages I had admitted to myself I wasn’t happy. I had done all I could to convince myself that I had moved on with life, that my new girlfriend satisfied me, that this was all I could expect for myself. She was back and even if it was for one night, I needed to be with her.
But what if she just wanted to talk? Just to meet for a drink in a bar before leaving again? Well, if thats all it is then I would accept it. She had always taken the lead before, controlled our involvement both in and out of the bedroom. This would be no different. I just had to see her.
That evening I told my girlfriend that I was going on a short-notice business trip. She wasn’t suspicious as I worked away quite regularly and we promised to talk when I got back. I did feel bad lying and knew what I intended to do was awful but I didn’t care. I would throw this all away if I had to. Fuck it. This wasn’t the life I wanted. I knew what it was I needed,
The next day went by slowly. I couldn’t concentrate at work and even grew concerned that my phone would buzz at some point and it would be her cancelling. I hurried to the bathroom on my lunch break and furiously masturbated in the stall; I had been getting uncomfortably hard throughout the day and needed to do something to try and help me relax. As I hunched over with one hand leaning against the wall and the other quickly stroking my straining erection I thought of her – the time she had rested her head on my lap as we watched a film on the sofa and she had gently unbuckled my belt without me noticing. I remember looking down and her hand was carefully slipping inside my jeans before her soft fingers touched my shaft. She had slowly pulled out my cock and with her wet lips began kissing the underside of the tip. I had grown hard, my throbbing white penis in her gentle hand and she had looked up at me with her dark sparkling eyes, smiled sweetly and then took my whole length in to her warm mouth without breaking eye contact.
I came. My ejaculate sprayed the toilet seat and after cleaning myself up I went back to work. Just a few more hours now and I will be able to see her again.
The station was fairly quiet for this time on a Friday night. The evening was warmer than the last time I had stood here three year previously and I had left my jacket unbuttoned as I waited by the entrance. I was excited and nervous. Would she have changed? Would we still be the same people?
And then a voice called out in the evening “Hey Stranger!”
There she was, walking towards me in a fitted white blouse and navy blue pencil skirt. Her hair was longer but she was the same girl I remember saying farewell to. Maybe she was even more beautiful than I remembered. She stopped in front of me, looked me up and down with that twinkle in her dark eyes and then pressed herself up against me, her arms around my waist inside my jacket. She was warm and smelt like vanilla and I breathed deeply whilst her wavy hair brushed against my chin. I got slightly hard as her thigh touched my leg.
“Help me with my bag?” She asked, beckoning towards her travel case. “I have a room booked for the night just by the seafront.”
“Of course” I said, tacking the handle.
We started towards the seafront walking side by side. My heart beating faster, I kept turning my head to look at her. She wore a light pink lipstick and small silver earrings that swayed against her beautiful brown cheekbones. I looked down slightly, my gaze passing down her slim neck on to her collar bones. The top two buttons of her blouse were undone and a small flash of a red bra strap was visible. My penis again swelled against my leg. At first I hoped she wouldn’t notice the bulge in my trousers but at the same time, I hoped she would.
“Listen, Im glad you decided to come and see me, I just wanted to say that..” I began before she interrupted.
“No, don’t talk. Not now. There might be time for that later.”
We arrived at the hotel, she checked in and we got in to the elevator in silence. We arrived at the correct floor and opened the door to her room. It was one of those small, cheap rooms with basic facilities, a kettle on a tray by the bedside and ugly hotel art on the walls. I placed her travel bag against the wall and took off my jacket, placing it on a hanger on the back of the door.
“Take a seat. I’ll be with you in a second” she said as she disappeared in to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I sat on the end of the double bed and leaned back, resting on my elbows. I was so happy to be in her presence again but she seemed quieter than before. She hadn’t wanted to talk about what she had been doing with her life, she didn’t want to know how I had been, I didn’t even get to ask her how her trip down here was! I looked around at the small room and waited, a few noises coming from the bathroom as she was moving around in there.
When the door opened, I looked over and watched as she slinked out in to the room. She had removed her skirt and blouse, and stood in front of me in her red bra and panties. Her long hair tumbled down on to her shoulders and her chest was rising and falling gently, those firm breasts straining in the confines of the bra. I lowered my stare further, down over the curves and on to the black skin of her stomach, on to the red panties which showed a subtle hint of a pouting pussy, down further still along the length of her smooth legs and finally resting on her bare feet which stood on the carpet. Her toe nails were painted red.
That was it, I was unable to control my erection anymore as it grew long and hard and pressed against the front of my trousers. She walked the few steps towards me and instinctively leaned down and unzipped my pants, freeing my engorged cock as she pulled it swiftly from my zipper. She then turned away, bent over and with both hands pulled her panties to the floor.
“Eat my ass” she whispered.
I placed a hand on each of her smooth buttocks and gently spread them apart. The skin darkened further as it came closer to her asshole, and below that the thick lips of her pussy already glistened with wetness. I realised that just as much as I had been wanting this on the walk down to the hotel, struggling with my hardening cock with each step, so too had she been feeling the urge and wanting. The red panties, now lying next to her feet on the floor, were clearly soaked through.
I put my face up to her crack and ran my tongue over the slightly rough texture of her asshole. It tasted so good and I spread her cheeks a little wider still and let my tongue enter her slightly. She moaned very softly and leaned back in to me. I licked up and down slightly faster, every now and then letting my tongue slip on to her swollen pussy lips, the taste of her ass and cunt and sweat mingling on my tastebuds. I pressed my face firmly against her and breathed deep the sweet and musty smell of her ass, her wetness rubbing on to my face and chin.
“Thats what I want..” she said softly between breaths “..thats what I have been thinking about for so long.”
She moved back slightly and positioned herself over me. She took my throbbing erection in one hand, which by now had a glistening drop of pre-cum at the tip, and lowered herself on it, the swollen head pressed against the entrance to her ass. She breathed heavy as she manoeuvred me inside of her. I slid in surprisingly easily; she had clearly been fucked in the ass before and knew what she was doing, but this was the first time I had entered her like this. She took my whole length up inside her. She was warm and I could feel her muscles contracting around my girth and she let out a sigh as she arced her back and rested her head against my shoulder. She began grinding on my cock, slowly at fast, then a little faster, the faster still.
Her moans became louder and deeper as she grinned harder. I reached up and unhooked her bra, letting her heavy breasts drop slightly. I reached around and took a black, hard nipple in each hand and squeezed gently.
“Harder” she panted “ Squeeze them harder.”
I obliged and squeezed them roughly. She squealed and it sent her thrusts in to overdrive. I could feel her wetness starting to soak through my trouser leg and I knew she was close to coming. I put my hands on her hips and pushed her tight body down, my throbbing uncontrollably cock pushing far up inside her. She screamed with pleasure and her orgasm came; she shook all over but I didn’t let go. I held her on me as I felt my own orgasm rushing up inside.
Shivering with excitement I continued to thrust hard in to her asshole much easier now; she was so wet and relaxed down there she could probably have taken two dicks. I pounded deep and my orgasm arrived, filling her ass up with what felt like a lot of cum.
We slowed to a halt and she slid herself off my still throbbing cock. White cum poured out of her ass as she stood up, mixing with her own juices and it ran quickly down the inside of her leg. She turned to face me. She was smiling.
She got on her knees in front of me and began licking at the wetness on the shaft of my penis, running her tongue over the head and lapping at the sensitive skin underneath, never once breaking eye contact. When she had finished she licked her lips and sat up straight.
“Okay” she giggled “Now we can talk.”
*Okay, so thats my first attempt at writing erotic stuff (and anything, really)! Hope you enjoyed it even a little and I would of course appreciate any feedback. I haven’t written anything before so apologies if any of the formatting is incorrect or poor grammar etc. I thought I would try it as an outlet of sorts.*
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/8ien1l/meeting_again_my_first_attempt_str8_mf_anal
That was great, really. Just enough back story.