[MF] The Saga of Sally – Christmas Reunion

(Welcome to the Saga of Sally! This is the story of my relationship with a girl called Sally. This is **Part 8**. I recommend you start from the [start](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hsqikr/mf_the_saga_of_sally_cumstained_jeans/) – each piece will link you to next part at the end. However if you don’t want to start from part 1 (you’re missing out!) this should make sense to a new reader.

A brief reminder what Sally looks like (there’s a reference photo in the first part): she’s a pocket rocket, thick, redhead woman, with an hourglass figure and the thickest ass this side of the Equator according to the Guinness Book of Records inside my head.)

I didn’t know how to react – Sally’s voice still filled my apartment. She was loud as she always was and she was angry. She ranted about me fucking one of her friends. She coined several new curses. And by the end of it I was fucking livid. I had fucked Hannah – yes. But she had a whole fucking relationship with some guy while I sulked feeling awful. What right did she have to complain about? I grabbed my phone and was ready to call her there – if I did I think whatever relationship we still had might have ended there and then. I’m not sure what unforgivable words might have been yelled at each other. But fate played a hand. I didn’t have her phone number. Instead I booted up my computer, got on Facebook and sent her a far more civil and composed message: *what’s your number, we need to talk.* I had no idea if she would respond to me. It could have been she never intended never to talk to me again. But only a few minutes later I had a reply and a number was waiting for me. I took a deep breath and I called her.

The conversation was raw – but we never resorted to shouting. We managed to keep our emotions in check. I let her go on about Hannah, about how could I, and then far more calmly than I felt, I said: “you were in a relationship. I thought it was over.” And she said something that I’ll never forgot: “that didn’t mean I stopped loving you”. And after that I couldn’t exactly be mad at her. There was so much vulnerability in her voice. We ended up spending most of the night talking and the night after that. She forgave me – or rather she realized there was nothing to forgive. I know you probably want to hear how I flew straight to her there but we took things slow. It felt like our relationship was made of glass after so long and we didn’t want to break it. For two months we just talked to each other – my phone bill was getting out of hand. We both wanted more. We both wanted each other but we took our time.

Then as Christmas was approaching I asked her if she was going home. She wasn’t. Apparently the gallery was doing a series of events over the festive season – rich people like to buy expensive art for their rich friends. She was stuck working. As casual as I could be I joked that it would be bad having to do Christmas all alone and she said it would be. The conversation moved on. But I didn’t. I knew exactly what I was going to do. I took four weeks off work – two either side of Christmas – and I rang my Dad who was still living in New York. He was happy to hear I wanted to spend Christmas with him. I felt a little guilty about my motives but it was worth it. I didn’t give Sally any warning either. I arrived in New York on the Saturday, spent the weekend spending time with my Dad, and then on Monday morning I dressed for the winter weather and headed down to the gallery she worked at.

You’re not going to believe me but time fucking slowed down when I caught sight of her. She was talking to some old woman whose clothes looked more expensive than my entire wardrobe. I had seen photos of her – obviously – but to see Sally in the flesh for the first time in 5 years was heart stopping. Her figure hadn’t changed. Sally could never lose or gain weight. She still had gorgeous hourglass shape, that sexy narrow waist and wide hips, that fucking perfect backside. But she looked older. She was older – we were 26-27 by then. Older isn’t the right word – she looked more elegant and mature. She was no longer a sexy college girl – she was a beautiful woman. The thing that most caught my attention – something I had not seen in any photo of hers – was that she was now wearing glasses. The glasses really fucking worked for her. She had a sexy librarian vibe to her appearance now. When she turned away from her customer and saw me standing there she dropped whatever she was holding at the time – I don’t remember what it was now. A clipboard? But she dropped it and then ran over to me, forgetting any sense of professionalism. She didn’t throw herself at me. She didn’t kiss me. This was her place of work. But she did draw me into a giant hug.

“Surprised?” I laughed as I hugged her back. And then she said the one word I wasn’t expecting: “no!”. It turns out that Sally knew me too well even after all these years. She knew that if she said she was alone at Christmas – and she was, that wasn’t a lie – then I would come. I couldn’t even be angry at being so predictable. I was just happy she was happy to see me. We spoke for a minute but then she said she had to get back to work. She pointed out a cafe just across the road and told me to wait for her – she would come and meet me shortly. It was the longest half an hour of my life and I went through two coffees but Sally came as she said she would and this time she kissed me on the lips – just for a second. My entire body felt like I was shocked.

Again having heard of our college adventures you probably think that we disappeared off to a restroom in the cafe and fucked each other’s brains out but we didn’t. We again played it slow. For the next four days we would meet up for lunch and dinner and we wouldn’t do so much than have a brief chaste kiss. We were getting to know each other all over again. The sexual tension was building through the roof – she would rub or squeeze my arms, I would place my hand just above her hip when helping her to her seat, she would brush up against me whenever we walked next to each other. I knew it was only a matter of time. On Friday our resolve broke. I took her out to a fancy restaurant and we dressed up – she was wearing a figure hugging black dress that showed almost an indecent amount of pale cleavage and hugged her curves sinfully. She accepted my offer to walk her back to her apartment. With a smile she invited me inside.

We didn’t even make it to the couch let alone the bedroom. As soon as the door to her apartment was closed I had her pressed up against the wall. I kissed wherever I could. Her lips to taste her. Her neck to hear her moans. My hands roamed her body like I was a TSA Agent. I was very concerned whether she was concealing anything in the trunk region. Her moans of approval pushed me on. I was already rock hard in my pants – Sally’s hands rubbing me through them. It turns out that Sally had planned ahead – she had worn a pair of sexy lacy black underwear for the night. I saw them for about half a second. Her dress was on the floor and then her bra was and then her panties were before you could blink. She stood butt naked by her apartment door in just her heels. What a fucking sight. Sally made sure I was stripped as well, both of us naked as I grabbed her by the hips and spun her around so she faced the door. She knew exactly what I wanted. She braced herself against her front door with her hands and arched her back, presenting that amazing posterior to me. Sweet Jesus I nearly came there just from the view. I stepped behind her, nudging her legs wider apart with my feet and cock in hand, I guided it to her sex. Her pussy was already soaking. When I pushed inside we both moaned loudly – forgetting there was only a door between us and the public corridor of her apartment.

I had to give her a minute to grow used to my cock just like I always had to. It felt perfect to be inside her, buried to a hilt, our bodies pressed together as she steadied her breathing. And then she moaned for me to fuck her. I wasn’t one to refuse a lady. I fucked her against her front door like my life depended against it. My hips slapped against her ass, making her cheeks bounce. My cock pushed deep inside her. My hands gripped her hips so tightly I was worried I might hurt her but all she did was moan for more. She definitely forgot where she was. I pray that no poor neighbors walked passed her door that evening. They would have heard my groans. Her moans. My hips slapping against her ass. They would have heard the filth escaping her mouth: “oh God, yes, Mark, yes, give me that fucking cock, oh God, I missed this cock, harder, HARDER!”

My right hand moved from her hips to between her legs. Usually when I fucked her from behind she always played with her clit – it was easier for her to reach than for me to reach around. But this time. God. This time I wanted it to be my fingers that made her cum. I found her clit and started to rub it as I continued to fuck her roughly. My balls were already begging with me to fill this woman with my cum. I groaned out: “are you still on the pill?” Sally didn’t answer. She moaned louder and her whole body went rigid. She was cumming there and then. Her pussy clenched and throbbed around my cock. Her whole body shook. I could feel myself cumming. “Sally, pill!?” I was desperate. I didn’t want to pull out. Sally fucking *screamed*: “yes! yes! fill me up!” If you were a neighbor of Sally’s during the Christmas of 2007 I was sorry you had to hear that. And more sorry for the groan you must have heard as I came, pumping her with my seed.

We stood against her door for a minute, slumped against each other. My cock slipped out of her and it was lucky she had wood floors which were easier to clean the cum from. I nibbled at her ear. I thought about saying I love you but I didn’t want to scare her off. Instead she gasped a single word: “bed”. We didn’t pick up our clothes. We didn’t do anything but get Sally out of her heels and then we walked naked to her bedroom. She pushed me down onto it, my cock sticking up like a lighthouse. Smiling hungrily at me Sally straddled me and slid my cock deep inside her. It was only fair – we had fucked in my favorite position and now it was time for hers. She said: “God I’m glad you can still go twice in one go.” I think I fucking winked at her like an idiot but fortunately she didn’t stop. Instead she rode me like a woman possessed. I just laid there and enjoyed the view. My hands came up to play with her breasts, squeezing them as she continued to grind back and forth on my cock. I came first this time, groaning as I filled her again. As I did she stopped, still sitting on me, and reached down to play with her own clit. She came on my deflating cock before slumping forward. I think we literally fell asleep with her on top of me. Before we did I heard her whisper: “I love you”.

When I woke up the next morning I was alone in the bed. For a heart breaking second I thought she had left in regret or that I had dreamed the entire thing. But then I heard the shower going and I looked at the time and realized I had slept in. I thought about getting up and joining her in the shower but before I could leave the comfort of the bed she had reemerged in a towel. She smiled at me in a way that made my heart fucking explode. There was fucking love in that smile. She whipped off the towel, naked and clean, and jumped back into bed with me. We lazily made out under the covers before she said something that made my cock stand up in attention: “do you want to give me a back rub?” Now if you haven’t been reading along you won’t know that it was a long running joke that me giving Sally a back rub always led to anal. I looked at her with a raised eyebrow. She shrugged her shoulders acting all innocent. Maybe she had forgotten? She rolled onto her back and I went to climb on top of her but she said “there’s some oil in the dresser”. Sweet Jesus. She remembered.

There wasn’t just oil I found in the dresser. There was also a small pink vibrator. I smirked. Fuck yes. I picked it up and dropped it discreetly on the bed as I started to massage Sally. I sat on her thighs, my cock nestled between those thick cheeks. I had intended to tease it out but my patience was short. Within minutes I had oiled up the crack of her ass, had dipped my fingers into her back door and was now pressing my cock against that puckered hole. We both groaned as I penetrated her ass. God. It felt good to be back. Sally begged me to go slow and I wasn’t about to hurt her. I worked my cock in like this was our first time, not feeling my entire cock inside her tight ass for several minutes. But finally she gasped for me to fuck her and I was happy to. But not without a little twist. Taking the vibrator, I slid it under her and turned it on so that it vibrated against her clit as my cock pushed in and out of her bottom. *Fuck fuck fuck.* I was on cloud nine. I kept having to look away because if I stared too long at the sight of my cock disappearing between those thick, pale asscheeks I was going to cum instantly. The vibrator was on my side. Sally moaned and groaned the entire time and she came first, her body shaking. I moved so that I was laying on top of her as she came, my cock pushed to the hilt in her asshole. It also meant she was trapped up against the vibrator. She came again. And again. Her moaning of my name grew more desperate and finally I couldn’t hold back, my cock throbbing as I filled her ass.

Later as we ate a very late breakfast she told me that hadn’t had anal since that time at the costume party. I’m not someone to get off on the idea of having a woman all to myself but knowing no one had fucked Sally’s ass did make me feel like a million dollars.

And after that night it was instantly like our relationship hadn’t stopped for five years. In fact on Christmas Day, it wasn’t just Dad and I sat in his apartment exchanging gifts. Sally was there too in a pair of very modest cotton pajamas, laughing at the dreadful socks I had brought my Dad as a joke present. Everything was looking good.

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