One hot night in Tel Aviv [MF]

*This is a true story. It is why I post on GW stories, not on other subs. Enjoy.

It had been 6 months since I last saw him. As I dropped my bags after being scrutinized by Israeli police, I collapsed on the floor and pinched myself. I couldn’t believe I was here.

The AirBnb was spacious, with a winding staircase which led up to a level with a large bed and ensuite bathroom. The balcony had magnificent views over Tel Aviv’s Frishman beach.

I took a long shower, soaping up my body, which was sunkissed after weeks in Greece, and went downstairs to find a local market for groceries. As I took in the scents of the spices, the cloying heat sticking to my skin, I reached down and grabbed my phone. I searched for his name on Facebook, and opened the Messenger icon.

“Hey. It’s been a while, but you won’t guess where I am.”

I checked my phone for the next half an hour. Nothing. Okay, I guess that’s my closure, he’s dropped off the face of the earth. We’d had a short but intense romance back home, but his visa had expired and he left for the States. I hadn’t heard from him for months and months.

My phone vibrated. It was him.

“You’re not in Israel are you?”

My heart pounded as I replied “Yes.”

“Well this is crazy but… I’m here too. In Ashkelon though. Are you in Jerusalem or Tel Aviv?”

“Tel Aviv ;). It’s beautiful here.”

“How long are you here for?”

“8 days. I was hoping maybe we could…”

Whilst we’d been together back home, we’d never had sex. It drove me crazy. I was such a sexual, sensual woman, and I desired him so much. When we found out his visa was running out, it coincided with a family trip to New Zealand. He followed me there, so that we had an extra week or so together. Even then, we came so close, both naked, but he couldn’t.

“If I sleep with you, I’m never going to be able to leave you. I want you so much and you turn me on like crazy, but I can’t fall in love with you even more.”

I felt rejected at the time, trying my hardest to persuade him to have me. Just once.

Now as I thought back to our time back home, I smiled to myself. I wondered if his feelings had changed, and maybe the time and distance would make him more amenable.

“I can be there tonight. It will be late though.”

“I’d love to see you. It’s been so long.”

I cooked dinner after finding a recipe for Shakshuka on my phone, sitting on the balcony and taking in the balmy summer evening as I overlooked the twinkling lights, the hum of people and honking taxi drivers filling the air.

The heat caused beads of sweat to form on my skin. It was 10pm, and I hadn’t heard from him. I thought he was going to bail.

“Hey, are you still coming? It’s getting late.”

He replied twenty minutes later.

“I was deciding if it was a good idea. I am two hours away, I had to wait for my brother to use his car.”

“Not to be forward but, if you are coming, maybe get some condoms.”

“Oh.. you’re such a tease. I’ll make sure to pick some up.”

Smiling, I turned my phone over and went upstairs to shower again. I threw on a white cotton tank top, the outline of my breasts visible through the thin fabric. I had a black thong on, wrapping a sarong around my waist.

An hour and a half later, the intercom buzzed, it was security downstairs.

“Hello, Miss Mia, you have a visitor entering the parking space, is that correct?”

“Yes, thank you, let him up.”

Shaking with nervousness and excitement, I hung up the phone. Five minutes later there was a tap at the door. Opening up, there he stood. I couldn’t believe I was seeing him. The last time I saw him, I really thought was the last time for good. It felt surreal.

Dressed in some distressed black jeans, vans and a big black jacket, his curly mop of hair hadn’t changed. He had a boyish face, something I looked for in men. He looked me up and down and said “wow. Mia. It’s been so long.”

Stepping inside and shutting the door, I offered him a drink. We walked to the balcony, “great place you’ve got. Wouldn’t have been cheap. How have you been?”

“No. You’re not getting away with it. What happened to you?”

“I’m so sorry. You don’t know the pain I went through after things ended. I wanted to talk to you, to see how you were, to be in your life, but the fact I’d lost you was too much to handle. I only got back to Israel two weeks ago. Your message… I couldn’t believe it. What are the chances?”

Tears filled my eyes, as I held his arm. He wiped them away and leant in, kissing me.

“I need you. Now.”

Taking me to the sofa inside, he dropped my sarong. He dropped to his knees, holding me at my waist, pressing his head into my hips. It was so sensual and intimate. I felt myself growing wet, as he looked up and slowly rolled my panties down, kissing me slowly. His tongue found my clit, and he began to massage it slowly.

“You taste amazing. I’m so sorry we didn’t do this more.”

Pushing me back onto the sofa, he went to work. I started to moan as he licked and sucked my lips, rubbing his stubble on me. He circled his tongue faster and faster, my back beginning to arch up. I was getting close, but I didn’t want to cum just yet.

“Wait. Come here. I want to kiss you.”

He moved up my body, kissing me gently, nibbling my skin every now and again. He tickled me and I giggled. We were both smiling. We were both kids, seriously. I was about to turn 24, he was a few months younger than I. As I write this I find it incredible to finally re-tell the story.

“Those pants need to come off. Don’t you agree?”

He stood up and began to unbutton his jeans. He was a tall, athletic kind of guy. Not buff or anything, just lean and wiry. He had the best legs, I was jealous of how long, lean and well-shaped they were. He had a great butt too, a weakness of mine.

He took his shirt off, and we both lay there naked. We just held eachother for a few minutes. We’d been through a bit of heartache together, and we finally had a little closure, a little time to be together.

That’s when something changed. He started to kiss my neck and squeeze my breasts. His body moved against mine, as he started to grind on me. He began to rub his growing cock against my body. Honestly, it was smaller than I expected – I know, we’d been together for months but I’d never seen his cock – he’d always stopped me – (in hindsight, maybe this was a reason ;)), but I was tight, so it still felt good.

He began to tease my pussy with his head, before slowly edging himself inside my folds. I gasped as he thrust into me. I pushed on his chest, and mouthed “condom.” He pulled one out and hastily wrapped himself up. Even with the condom, the first time didn’t last long. He was excited. He fucked me for a minute, before letting out a few guttural moans, pushing me hard into the couch as he came. He moaned a few Hebrew words, and a pet name which he had for me, “little star.”

I smiled. He was still rock hard inside me.

“Should we take this upstairs?” he suggested.

Walking up the staircase, we kissed on each step. Twenty kisses. I really liked how he kissed me. He had these gorgeous full lips. He, like I, enjoyed a nice lip bite and suck. Our kissing was as passionate as it gets. He pushed me onto the bed, and I spread my legs, inviting him in again. He didn’t bother with the condom this time.

He fucked me hard again, just minutes after he seemed so spent. He had incredible stamina, and it was hot. He grabbed my hands and held them above my head as he entered me again and again. I was so wet, I heard him slide in and out, the noise seemed amplified, echoing on that mezzanine level.

He came again, this time covering my stomach with cum. Just twenty seconds later he was inside me again. He was animalistic in how he handled me, his long and thin fingers gripping every part of me with intent and desire.

“I need to see that ass of yours. That fantastic, juicy ass. Turn around sheli.”

I turned over, and he gave me a smack, which burned. My ass cheek glowed red, stinging a little. After four pumps he told me he was close. I couldn’t believe it.

This time when he came, my moans urging him on as he fucked me, it was all over my ass. I definitely needed to wash my sheets tomorrow, I thought to myself.

That night, he came four more times. It was a new record for me. We’d fucked for four hours. I never came, but I didn’t care. I derived the most pleasure from knowing my body aroused him so much that he couldn’t stop. He was like a wild, exotic animal. It was hot.

We cuddled for a little, before hopping into the shower together. A perfect way to end, with the warm water rushing over our bodies. I spanked his butt, and he laughed. He hugged me in the shower. He started to cry a little. “Thank you, sheli. I missed you so much. That was amazing. I’m not going to forget it ever.”

I had a feeling that it was the last time. It felt like the right ending to that chapter.

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