I can still remember this like it’s happening. That one night after so many years. We had kept up with each other on Facebook, dutifully writing “happy birthday!” on our birthdays, liking your photos, seeing your family–and you–grow older. But everytime I saw your photos, I still saw that same face I knew back when. We hadn’t seen each other in twenty years. But then I got to go to a work conference in your city. You worked near the hotel I was staying. A couple of texts later, you were meeting for a drink at the hotel bar. I wasn’t sure if I would recognize you after all this time, but, of course, as soon as you walked in, I recognized your smile, your walk, everything about you, your dark hair, your bright, open eyes. And you walked directly to me with an uncontrollable smile. And then we hugged. It was a friendly, great-to-see-you hug at first, but soon it became more. You lingered close into me. I smelled your perfume and your skin and pulled you in closer and tighter. We looked at each other and knew we were in for more than a friendly reunion.
It didn’t take long, just a couple of drinks before we made an excuse to each other to go up to my room. We were kissing and making out almost immediately. Your kisses were familiar, I remembered them well, but now they were firmer, more confident, we both brought a lifetime of experiences here–what we didn’t have then.
At that moment you looked up at me. “I haven’t felt this way in years.” You brushed your hand over my cock–now swelling in my pants–you leaned into my ear and whispered, “I’m going to blow you” then looked at me with that same charming smile you’ve always had. “You haven’t changed a bit,” I said. “I have. Too much.” You crawled up next to me in the bed, kissing my ear while you undid my pants. My cock sprang free, fully swollen. “Jesus,” I said,”I never get that hard that fast anymore.” “Shut up,” you said, “we’re young again right now.” And without hesitation, you moved down and eagerly put your mouth fully on my cock, taking me in. You bounced your head up and down several times, then pulled up, saliva connecting your lip to the tip of my cock. You lowered yourself back down, taking the time to tease the tip of my head with your tongue. That smile still there. But you weren’t the fumbling, nervous girl I knew then, you know exactly what you’re doing, you have never been more sexy in your life. You grasped my cock and stroked while your mouth found my balls. You took one into your mouth while your thumb strokes underneath the head of my cock. There’s just a bit of pain as you sucked my ball deeper into your mouth, but what a glorious pain.
While you teased my balls, you moved in the bed just enough that I could reach your ass. It’s a little fuller, a little wider than it once was and it was perfect. I reached down and flipped up your skirt and massaged your ass as you returned to sucking my cock. You lifted your ass in the air and I massaged more fully, firmly. I brushed my hand over your ass to your pussy and felt the warm wetness in your panties. You moaned as you sank deeper onto my cock. I slid my hand under your panties, my palm reaching from your ass, a finger parting your lips. I head you gasp and you sat back into my hand, giving my finger more access to you. One finger brushed your clit. My other hand ran over your head, grasping your hair. You bobbed your mouth up and down my cock, while you moved your ass in time with my hand.
You stopped for a moment, looked at me, and whispered “Jesus Christ.” One finger slid into you. I slid in and out, brushing over your clit. You looked at me then closed your eyes. “You’re going to make me cum,” you said, “you asshole.” You backed your ass further into my hand. You continued to stroke my cock as your body began to shake and you moaned and bucked against my hand. You’ve barely recovered when you looked at me. “Come in my mouth right now,” you said and put your gaping mouth back on my pulsing cock. I ran both of my hands through your hair and thrusted up in time with your mouth. You moaned and gasped and finally I unleashed, pulsing into your mouth, while I felt your tongue teasing the underside of my head, “Oh my god” are the only words I could manage, as I pulsed every drop of cum into your mouth.
We stayed there for a few moments, you looking up at me, me looking down at you. Time means nothing. We’re both young again, and we’re both our age now–all at once. You were are as beautiful as you’ve ever been.
Then, as if on queue. Your phone rang and my phone rang. You’re husband, my wife. Of course. We answered. We both spoke with fondness to our partners, while gazing at each other, knowing what just happened.
You left quietly shortly after that. We still keep in touch. We speak nothing about this, but I know, nights like these, when your husband is asleep, when my wife is asleep, we’re up late remembering that night.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xnhec6/the_reunion_mf_feeling_young_again