So I used to live in NYC. As such I used to take the subway everywhere. Didn’t even own a car then. I was on my way home, travelling uptown on the 1 line getting ready to tranfer to the N line to take me to my apartment in Queens. Who should happen to get on the same car as me? A girl I knew that I’m going to call Meg. Now we had gone out a bit a few months before, but it didn’t work out, but we had still remained friends.
I think the reason I was so into her was due to her very good looks. She had a face of a model, with jet-black hair and smokey brown eyes, easily one of the best-looking women I have ever known in real life. She was only about 5-foot-2, and very petite, with firm B-cup breasts. At the time she had two tattoos: one on her lower back, and the other on pelvic bone. Like I said, very hot, very smart, honestly one of the best looking people I knew in real life.
She was glad to see me, and we caught up. I guess I was so distracted by this blast from the past that I looked up and realized that I had missed my stop at Times Square. I bemoaned the lateness of the hour and how I would have to ride the 1 back downtown to catch the N. She offered a little assistance: I could crash at her place. Natuarally I was thrilled. I had the next morning off, and I thought it would be a nice evening. So we headed uptown, got off the train together and headed up to her place. We chatted in front of the TV, had a drink and continued to catch up. Midnight rolled around and she got a wicked grin on her face and announced that it was time for porn.
Now if you lived in Manhattan, you had public access channels that you didn’t get in Queens. After midnight, these channels showed nudity. Specifically there was this show called the Robin Byrd show, which was essentially a talk show with strippers and porn stars and it came on at midnight.
So there we were, on her couch watching Robin massage a guy’s cock, encased in a metal cock ring. I remarked that it was very hot and that if I were alone I would be jacking off. She replied that if I wanted to, I could whip it out right there. She unbuckled my pants and slid them off of me, massaging my erection through my boxers. I leaned over and kissed her. Well that did it, soon clothes were coming off and I was once again amazed by Meg’s body. Then she did something truly amazing, she grabbed my seven-inch cock and slid it in her mouth, an act that she previously expressed displeasure with. I was honored.
For a woman who didn’t share my fondness for oral sex, she certainly proved adept. No teeth, my head grazing the top of her mouth, her tongue dancing on the underside of my shaft, but as good as it was, I was never the kind of guy who cums easily from a blow job, even though the sight of her delicate lips on my shaft was a sight I will never forget. So, I decided to return the favor. This was the first time I went down on her, a pleasure denied me before.
The sides of her pussy were shaved, but she always left a tuft on top. I miss that bush. I slid my tongue along her slit, tasting her. I soon found the tip of my tongue on her clit, flucking it with my tip. Her hand reached down and affectionately ran her fingers through my hair. I indulged myself on her sweet pussy until she let me know she was ready for the main event. She was always like that, forgoing foreplay for pure fucking.
She preferred missionary and that was fine by me. She was also on the pill, and hated condoms, also fine by me. I kissed my way up her body and eased myself into her. She was wet and warm and I slowly slid my painfully hard cock right up to the hilt. She was as tight as I remembered, the walls of her pussy gripped me as I stretched her out.
“I’ve missed you so much,” she whispered in that smoker’s voice. I had missed her too. I fucked her slowly, wanting each stroke to last, until I was ready. She wrapped her legs around my back. Finally I exploded, filling her pussy.
We smoked afterwards, because that was before I quit, and I spent the night. I’d like to say it had a happy ending, but even then I think we both knew it wouldn’t. Even so, I didn’t mind missing the subway.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5bkge3/running_into_an_old_flame_mf
Great story!