It was time for another drink. I patiently wait at the bar, bopping away at the music with a drunken smile on my face. I turn to take the drinks back to the table, taking in the surroundings as I saunter back, observing the groups of people chatting and laughing. I freeze as my eyes rest on one person in particular. My heart beats fast. It can’t be. It can’t actually be him. Can it? Before I have a chance to look away he is staring right back at me. His smile slowly fades into shock. The memories come flooding back. This is the guy, the guy I met on Reddit, all those years ago.
I have never forgotten him. We had not met in real life for many reasons, the main one being he lived too far away. Nevertheless, the online relationship we had was intense, powerful and incredibly sexual.
I laugh happily and walk over. “Mark. It is you! What are you doing here?”I would have leaned in for a quick hug if it wasn’t for the drinks I was holding. He smiles awkwardly and my heart melts. People say the reality of meeting someone in person is quite different. Fuck yes it is. This guy is even hotter than I remember all those years ago. All those photographs he used to send me did not do him justice.
“Sabrina. It’s really you.” He shuffles on his feet nervously. I smile widely as I recall how adorable I found his shyness. “Wow. I’m visiting the UK for a few weeks in the summer. What are the chances? Bizarre right?” I am lost. Lost in those dreamy brown eyes and his incredibly sexy accent. I snap out of it and reply quickly. “You’re visiting the UK and you’re staying here? I live here! Are you stalking me after all those years?” I jest, but realise my voice is getting high pitched.
I take a deep breath and examine your face to see your reaction. After a few seconds you respond with genuine shock. “Wait…you live here? That’s unbelievable. I promise I’m not stalking you! But I cannot deny I am incredibly happy at this unusual coincidence. How long has it been?” His words are so gentle and his demeanour warm, I cannot help but lean in towards him. “Around 5 years. Can you believe that? Where are you staying? We have to meet up.” The words had left my mouth before I had a chance to stop them. He pauses briefly before answering. “Sure yes, I’d like that. In fact, I’d love that.” He smiles genuinely. “I’m staying at my friend’s place while he is away for the summer. We could meet for coffee or…something?” I smile at his slight wavering on the word “something.” His coy manner is only adding to his sexiness. “I’d love that. Give me your number.” I blurt out. Once again I’m shocked by my brashness. Maybe it’s the alcohol or maybe it’s that desperate need to see him again. Could it be that all of our fantasies we had all those years ago may come true?
The next morning I sit in the café, nervously looking at my phone to check the time. I jump as I hear his voice. “Hey!” He sits next to me. I stare a little longer than necessary and blush as he smiles back. “How’s your wife?” I cringe inwardly as I hear the words leave my mouth. Why did I ask that? He bows his head slightly. “We split up. A few years ago now. But it was amicable. How about you? Still with your husband?” I shake my head a little too energetically. “Same. About 3 years. We’re still friends.” The tension between us grows, an anxious, exciting energy ready to burst at any moment. “Are you seeing anybody?” We chime in harmony and burst out laughing. “Not right now.” I say, desperately hoping his situation is the same. “Me neither.” His manner changes and he looks at me seriously. I can’t hold back anymore.”Want to hang out at my place?”
As soon as we enter my place he surprises me by leaning in to embrace me. He wraps his arms tightly around my waist and nestles his head perfectly onto my shoulder. I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his body pressed against mine. I breathe in slowly. It feels good and natural.
I feel relaxed. I stroke his hair as he hugs me tighter. I breathe in once more, taking in his scent. This time a primal urge takes over me and I ease his head back so I can kiss him gently. He takes my breath away as he pushes into me, slamming me into the wall, kissing me deeply, his tongue searching mine, hands roaming everywhere. It feels amazing. Every touch, taste and smell is just as I imagined all those years ago.
He stops and whispers in my ear. “Remember all those stories we used to write for each other?” I shudder before nodding gently, his whispers sending shivers throughout my body. “Remember that one you wrote about being fucked against the wall?” The way he says “fucked” almost makes my knees buckle and he pins me harder against the wall to steady me. “How I lift your leg up like this?” He swiftly pulls my leg to the side. I can barely breathe let alone speak. “Then I lift your dress up like this.” He runs his hand over my thigh lifting my dress, still holding me in place. “When I slide your panties to the side, you’re already dripping wet.” He follows his words and eases my panties to the side, making me squirm as he grazes my lips with his fingers. “You unzip my jeans and take out my hard cock.” I fumble around for his zip. He has to help me, my composure completely lost. I hear the thud of his jeans drop to the floor. “I tease your clit and lip with my tip. Just like this” He strokes his tip and circles it around my clit, before pushing it downwards between my lips and entering me just a little, enough to make me groan with absolute lust and desire. His breathing is erratic in my ear as he continues to rub up and down, creating a wonderful wet mess on both my pussy and his cock.
“Then I fuck you.” He lingers near my entrance and I breathe in deeply in anticipation. “Hard.” He thrusts into me deeply. I scream in pleasure, the realisation he is finally inside me after all these years, all those fantasies and all those self care sessions involving nothing but him in my dreams. I melt into the wall as he fucks me relentlessly, slow, but deep and powerful, each thrust releasing a little whimper from my open mouth. “I fuck you a little faster.” He pounds me harder and I wrap my leg around him tighter, pulling him in deeper. “Then we come together. Is that right?” I nod, still unable to talk. “Yes?” I whisper “Yes.” He moves his head away from my ear and looks into my eyes. “I can’t hear you.” In that moment his body dissolves into mine and he looks into my eyes as I scream, “Yes…Yes…YES!” We orgasm together, him filling me up and me contracting uncontrollably on him. He kisses me deeply in between rapid breaths. I tilt my head back against the wall as he kisses my neck, my mind swimming with all the stories and fantasies between us all those years ago.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/xprkeq/a_captivating_coincidence_m44_f46_rekindling
So hot!
I may have accidentally read the name ‘Mark’ as ‘Charlie’ …..beautiful scenario