Click here to read the story I posted about my first time with Chloé. This story takes place 3 years later.
Chloé and I went separate ways after 2-3 very intense months together. Things didn’t work out for reasons I don’t need to get into for the sake of this story. Anyway, we moved on.
Few years go by and I stumble upon Chloé’s tumblr blog again. I feel the urge to text her and see how she’s doing. I had the feeling that it was ok to do so, which is why I just shot her a message. To my relief, she was very happy about it. We always had this intimate connection that never went away and you could really feel that it was indeed still there.
She was even more beautiful by now, her hair had brightened up a bit, her body was more toned and generally she gave away a happier and brighter impression than back in the day.
We kept in touch via text for a long time, I had moved back to my hometown, away from Zurich and so I was not really in immediate reach for her. Plus, she had taken up studying a quite demanding course that was taking most of her time. Time flew by like this, but the intimate connection was always there… and with it, a blistering sexual tension. We often would talk about our past encounters and how much fun we used to have. It was clear to see, that we both craved to feel all of it again.
As coincidences go, one of our favourite bands (Arcane Roots, yayyy) was playing in a Swiss city not far away from Zurich. I told her I was going and asked if she wanted to join. Naturally, she did.
That night, we finally got see each other for the first time in forever and I was seriously nervous about it. It’s always a whole other thing to meet in person. Would that connection still be there? I was wondering.
I remember being at a restaurant with my brother and his girlfriend, who were also coming with us. My phone rang and Chloé let me know she was nearby. We met right by the entrance and I was immediately blown away by her beautiful smile. We hugged each other tight. That hug seemed to last forever and yet was way too short than we both needed in that moment. The familiar scent, the light in her eyes, her beautiful smile. It was such a memorable moment. And she was looking strikingly good in her velvet blue boots and the usually always black clothes. Exactly as I remembered her. We kind of separated from the others and talked a lot about everything that was going on in each other’s lives. At the concert, I would often caress her back since I couldn’t take my eyes or hands off her.
Nothing more happened that night, which I think was a good thing. It was a perfect moment in itself and really didn’t need any sort of sexual release. Although it really did basically just tease us to death…
A couple of weeks go by and we finally have plans to meet up just the two of us. She decided to drive out to my hometown, which I was very happy about. Unfortunately, I had just started my new job after Uni and was still looking for places to live. And I did not really feel comfortable taking her to my mother’s place, so we just went out for some sushi.
Somehow, it got interesting here already. As we were done with our food, we stayed seated there for a few minutes talking about stuff. The tension kind of increased, for reasons I cannot really tell. Her looks just became more… sensual and she was starting to move about in her seat. I could tell that she was feeling it, her thoughts were wandering off and she was clearly aroused. This had a very similar effect on myself. I paid and we went out of the restaurant to my car.
We drove around a bit and I showed her my hometown (which isn’t really all that interesting), and we came to a halt on a side street at a hill overlooking the countryside. It was a very beautiful view and we just kind of sat there, taking it all in. Again, I was noticing her glances, and the conversation started to go there as well.
I told her: “Remember the concert when I was caressing your back? I was dying to touch you more, I was so hard.” – “I actually noticed, but I was too afraid to say anything about it…” She said that with this cute smirk. I rested my hand on her thigh and she leaned in for a kiss.
Oh my god, that kiss. It was so passionate. This huge build up towards this moment and in that moment, everything just fell. It was like I was high. Our tongues gently dancing around, lips parting and joining again and again. The soft little moans she was giving away mixed with my grunts of lust. My hands started wandering about her body. My lips shifted away from her lips to kiss her cheek, her neck, her collarbone. It was pure ecstasy.
She had a loose pair of pants on that easily untied for me to tease her bare skin on her lower stomach. First going down towards the center of her lust, not touching her there and coming up again, past her stomach to her beautiful breasts. I pulled her bra down, forcefully, letting these primal urges take control. I cupped her breast tight and started playing with her nipple. I knew she loved it, and I loved how it made her feel. She started moaning more intensely. Her hand also shifted to my crotch, searching for my erection that was pressing hard against the fabric of my jeans and my leg. She started caressing the shaft and it was driving me crazy. It was then that I released her beautiful nipples and went down to her already drenched panties. I touched her through the wet fabric, soon pulling them to the side and finally sliding my finger tip over her clit.
Her moans became louder, her breathing faster. Her passion at this point was beyond anything I had ever experienced, her whole body was shaking with excitement, rocking her hips against my fingers. I slid further down and slipped my middle finger inside of her. Her moans were briefly interrupted by a loud gasp and I started to finger her with more and more vigour. Soon, her breathing changed completely, and I could feel her orgasm building while she was letting out these phrases, barely audible but there: “Oh… fuck… me…”. That moment felt so intense I had a hard time believing it was actually happening. She came hard on my fingers and her body was visibly shaking from that orgasm, finally releasing all the pent up energy we kept inside throughout the evening or even throughout all that time we haven’t seen each other.
I softened my touch and slowly came to a halt, just holding and kissing her. She giggled and had this magical post-orgasm glow which made her look even more beautiful. She wanted to finally repay the deed and I happily unbuckled my belt for her. I took my rock-hard cock out and she leaned over, kissing me first on the lips and then just looking down at my cock. This was the first time this beautiful girl would actually take my cock in her mouth and I simply couldn’t wait for it to happen. She slowly lowered herself downwards, giving the head a soft kiss first, then down the side along the shaft. She licked all the way up and finally open her mouth wide to take the head in. I grunted with pleasure and firmly squeezed her beautiful butt for encouragement. She was enjoying every second, I could definitely hear that. She sucked me like that for a minute or two until we had to stop, due to some traffic on that street we had parked on. I put my cock away and simply kissed her.
It was already late, and we were really reluctant to call it a night, but we both had plans for the next morning and she still had quite the drive home ahead of her, and I really didn’t want her to be too tired for it.
I turned the car on again, let the air circulate a bit to get rid of the steam on the windscreen and drove her to her own car. We parked, I took one last glance at her and playfully leaned over, putting my hand on her cleavage and releasing her breasts. She cried out in laughter and I gently took that nipple into my mouth to suck on it. Her laughter turned into soft moaning right away. That’s when I released her and told her she really needed to get home safely. She looked at me, shocked and got out of the car laughing. I met her by the door of hers and gave her a final deep kiss. And she said I was a big “meany” for doing this to her. We parted ways that night, both high on that feeling. This time, it wouldn’t be 3 years to meet again, for sure.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/e664xj/mf_chloé_ii_reunion