[MF] Twenty Years Later…

We exchanged a sly smile as we spotted each other across the bar. Lauren had that same cheeky smile she had in high school, replete with those freckles and dimples. She tipped her martini glass in my direction to motion cheers from afar, and I responded by touching lips to the edge of my whiskey glass for a brief moment, before returning with a similar gesture.

And then I blew her a kiss – just like we always did when whenever she got off the bus home we shared.

Back then, we never made anything of it. Just on the bus cutesiness, is how I always perceived it. Then it struck me, as I autopiloted with this deeply set muscle memory … that maybe it actually meant more than that to her. Time stopped as this hit me. My mind burned with the possibility, and cursed at how potentially oblivious I had been for so long.

I then decided that, well, it was a good a time as any to settle such a thought. Only feigning hesitation for a moment, I boldly strolled to her side of the room.

Her smile grew warmer as I got closer. Again, I returned the expression, and, again, without thought or intention.

“Are you serious? HO-LY FUCK!” she exclaimed as I got near enough, and with her arms open wide, she went for an immediate embrace. She smelled just as I remember her – except her perfume was a little more demure. Time had treated her with grace and kindness, and the Lauren etched into my memory was immediately replaced by this woman who was now holding me. She held onto that embrace, and let the moment linger. I squeezed back.

“I’m not even going to do the math on it”, I whispered in her ear. She squeezed tighter, before she slowly broke the embrace, but grabbed my right hand. Without saying a word, we both looked each other up and down in a silent and cursory exchange of judgement.

She laughed, takes a quick sip of her drink, and clinks our glasses together.

“Twenty years – I just did the math for you”, she says.

We take a quiet corner of the bar, and do the twenty question catch up. She’d been in the same city the whole time – I had been back and forth on my overseas sojourns. She admits having spotted me from afar a few times through the years. I honestly couldn’t say the same, which does baffle me.

Suffice to say, I thought she looked incredible. Lauren always had a long, slender and athletic build, and the black dress she had on could do nothing but flatter the fine figure she so obviously cut. Her long curly hair, tied back into a ponytail, still the same shades of what I remembered her to be. Her eyes glittered as we spoke and exchanged stories, and the night started to pass quickly by.

The bar calls for last drinks, and I ask her for her phone number.

“Why do you need my phone number? Have we finished this catch up?”she says, as she coaxes the last few drops out of her glass.

“How about we talk about it over breakfast sometime?”

“You mean this morning?” – she doesn’t miss a beat, and takes my hand as she leads us out of the bar, in a hasty effort to cut through the dregs of the last drinks crowd.

We immediately get into a cab. She tells the cab driver the address, and in a heartbeat her lips are locked onto mine, and she guides my hands to explore her body.

It’s a short cab ride to hers, and she quickly pays for the cab before she almost breaks the door open, and takes us up to her apartment. I get the feeling that we’ve wasted enough time.

Again, it’s not long until we’re on her living room floor. I lie on my back as she fumbles with the belt and zip on my pants – unveiling my cock in the dim light. She grabs it tight, I see her smile and says “I hope you make amazing pancakes”, and starts licking the marble hard head of my cock. I can see her deep red lipstick makes smears, as she traces along the taut skin.

I have pulled the shoulders of her dress off, and I tug in order to signal my desire for her to remove it, but she’s now too busy sucking on my cock to be really concerned. I can feel her tongue lapping the underside of my cock as she sucks lasciviously and viciously.

After a few minutes, she stops for the briefest of moments to sit up, removes her dress over her head, and tosses it to a far corner of the room. I’m still lying on the floor, and she begins to quickly unbutton my shirt. Her hands are focussed in her desire. She pulls my shirt open, and immediately helps her herself to biting my nipple. My cock hardens even further – as I love the sharp pain.

My hands grab her firm ass tight, and I can feel her pussy grinding against my cock through her underwear. With my hands, I pull down until the pressure between us is near unbearable.

“Do you want my cock in your pussy?”, I ask.

As an amswer, she takes her right, and moves her underwear aside, shifting her hips, and in a quick moment, my cock slides into her wet pussy. Her breath let’s out two short gasps, and then purrs in absolute approval. She locks her lips onto mine again, as she slowly shifts between circling her hips slowly and rocking back and forth – my cock exploring every part of her pussy she can manage.

“Where the fuck have you been…” she says in a voice fuelled by a mix of desire, rage, and something I can’t put a finger to. She starts to move her hips harder, and I begin to thrust in time with her movements.

My hands move up to her breasts, after a quick detour to unleash her bra, and I squeeze her nipples hard. She immediately sits back up, movers her knees and legs forward, and so I am treated to the sight of my cock sliding in and out of her beautiful cunt.

“I’m right here” I remind her.

She fucks me for the rest of the weekend, as we catch up for lost time. She especially likes it when I come outside her pussy, and rubs my come all over her clit. She always locks her eyes to mine, and smiles this filthy, mischievous smile.

I make her all the pancakes she wants.

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