Familiar

The seat under him was starting to become uncomfortable, the bike wasn’t designed for long leisurely cruises. He hadn’t bought it with hours long rides in mind. He’d bought it to be a fun and reliable way to commute 20-30 miles in one direction to work with at least eight hours out of the saddle between the 30-40 minute commute. He had been on the rumbling motorcycle for over three hours now and had the better part of another hour still to go. This would be the last gas stop though. This was another problem with his duel terrain retro scrambler even with a highway mileage of close to 45 miles per gallon having a fuel tank that was less than two and a half gallons meant the stops were more frequent than was strictly convenient. Though being able to stand and walk around a bit would be a relief from the firm seat. He pulled his face plate up as he pulled into the station and found an open pump and slid in next to it. He dismounted quickly and stood stretching his legs as he pulled out his wallet and slid his card to pay for the gas. As he entered his pin he was thankful, not for the last time that, he had kept some personal accounts that his wife didn’t have access to. He selected premium and pushed the nozzle into the tank. It didn’t take long to pump two gallons of gas to top off the miniscule tank and he put the nozzle back in the holder. He looked around to make sure he wasn’t hogging a pump in a busy station and saw that at least three or four of the other pumps were untaken. He remained standing for as long as he could as he pulled out his phone and sent a quick text letting her know that he was around 45 minutes out.
             

   Forty minutes later he pulled up to a cheap chain hotel in a tiny little Gas stop of a town called Lost Hills. For the most part he figured that no one would mind if it stayed lost. The room had already been booked and payed for so it was a simple exercise of signing a few things and picking up his room key.
              

  The room was on the upper floor of the dusty little two story complex and he pulled out his phone as he climbed the stairs. She had responded that she was on her way soon after he had sent off his message and his stomach did a little flip of anticipation at the confirmation. She would probably be only thirty minutes away herself now. He sent another text letting her know the room number and that he would slip the second card under the matt outside. His head buzzed as he let himself in.
               
He had only brought a small pack with him with a basic overnight kit and a change of clothes. His phone buzzed as he shrugged out of his heavy leather jacket. His stomach fluttered again. Anticipation making him feel shaky. Her reply was short “see you soon!” was all it said. That was enough. He decided to change into his spare shirt as the one he had on was probably a little rank from being under his heavy leather jacket for a few hours. He also took the opportunity to clean himself up with a washcloth in the tiny bathroom before rolling on deodorant and pulling on the clean shirt. He remembered that he hadn’t changed the deodorant he used since so long ago when he was dating her. He remembered that she had liked it and he thought that was probably a large part of the reason he hadn’t changed it.
              
  He was just starting to wonder what he was going to do with himself until she got there when he heard a shuffling outside the door. It couldn’t be her already could it? No, definitely not she still had to be twenty or more minutes away. The door hesitantly swung in and she was there. He stared incredulously at her standing in the door, taking her in. He always forgot how short she was and saw that her hair was died a darker red than it had been the last time. She had filled out a little too, but then, so had he…
               

“that was quick.” He said slightly stupidly as he took a few steps closer.
               
“haha yeah..” she replied trying not to sound awkward.
               
“did you speed or get a head start?”
              
  “a little of both…”
               
There was a beat of silence between the two as they peered at each other wondering if this really had been a good idea.
              
  He finally remembered his manners and stepped in close. “it’s good to see you again, it’s been a while.” He said a little shyly as he wrapped an arm tentatively around her shoulders. She reached up and hugged back and the awkwardness started to evaporate and she squeezed a little harder before letting go.
               
“Yeah it has, more than five years” she said stepping deeper into the room.
               
“Wow, that long? Wow. Sometimes it feels like more and sometimes it feels like a lot less. Um, do you need to use the restroom or anything? It’s at the back. Sorry the place isn’t much but it looks clean” he fumbled around for things to say because as much bravado and straight forwardness as they had been sending texts with neither really had the attitude to be quite that blunt in life.
               
She smiled and nodded setting her bag on the stand by the TV and said something appreciative as she headed to the back of the cheap room.
               
He busied himself on his phone while she freshened herself up and he made sure his alert tones were completely off as he heard her turn the sink off. She came around the corner slowly crossing her legs in front of each other as she stepped into the room. “so…” she smirked over at him.
               
“hah, yeah…” he smiled back at her. “how’s things?”
               
They chatted for a while about meaningless things and he noticed that she had zipped down her hoodie to reveal her low cut shirt while she was in the bathroom. Her chest having actually grown since last he saw her.
               
She smiled and nodded and chatted amiably back at him as she leaned herself against the wall separating the main room from the bathroom. After a while she slipped her hoodie off and laid it on top of her bag closing the distance between them.
               
“I get the feeling that you’re starting to have your fill of pleasantries” he said chuckling slightly and finding that he was too. They had talked just enough now. Just enough to know that neither one of them wanted to keep up the inane chatter any longer. Long enough to know that while still feeling guilty to varying degrees that they were both committed to this afternoon and to the night that followed. If he had any doubt her answer cleared it up for him immediately.
               
“what do you mean?” she says sweetly turning to blink her blue eyes innocently and simultaneously delivering the killing stroke. She draws her lower lip between her teeth and stands as nonchalantly as she can.
               
Someone watching the exchange might not understand the way he reacted next. The sudden decisive rush towards her. The primal roughness he pushes her against the wall with. The hunger that he shows burying his face in her sweet neck as his hand reaches swiftly up to seize the neckline of her shirt and pull hard down, tearing it from her chest. Between them this was a signal. A starting gun. Her lip slowly being dragged through her teeth while her eyes shone with mischief had sparked many nights of animalistic lust and passionate coupling between them in time long past.

It was no different now. His head bent low to suckle at her ample breasts. One of his hands wrapped firmly around her throat pinning her hard against the wall the other questing for the button of her jeans after pushing the fabric of her bra down to expose her nipples. His mouth sucked down squarely over a nipple that was already standing firm against his flickering tongue. He dragged his teeth down over the sensitive skin and was only encouraged by the yelping moan that he was well familiar with already.
His hand down at the waistline of her jeans finds success and he roughly tugs the garment down to her knees. He swiftly stands straight again and pins her to the wall with his body. He reaches down and pulls her hands up above her head and seizes her crossed wrists in one fist and holds it there above her head as he looks down at her breathing heavily.

“Hmmm fuck,” she purrs biting her lip again and peering up with her very blue eyes “now what?” she whispers with a challenging grin.

“Now…” he says searching for the right words “now I fuck you like you’ve been needing to be fucked” he grunts. His head dips down biting and sucking along her delicate neck. Traveling down her chest and resuming his sucking nibbling attention to her luscious breasts. Her panting moans drive his lust and he almost doesn’t think as he wraps his arms under the curve of her hips and lifts her and spins tossing her back on the bed. She giggles as he grasps her legs and pulls her towards him. He strips off her shoes and peels the jeans the rest of the way down her pale legs.

He strips his shirt off over his head and stands tall in front of her recumbent form taking in the sweet curves and her wicked smile. Her legs are closed and heels resting on his chest. His hands slide up the backs of her legs and close around her ankles spreading her open before him. Her bra, already pushed down, and panties are all that are left on her creamy white skin, lacey delicate things that promise the ecstasy underneath.

He reaches down slipping his fingers delicately under the upper line of her panties. Her wicked grin grows and she starts shifting her hips to assist in their removal. But his fingers tighten and he gives one sharp tug and the seams of the delicate garment stand no chance.  She lets out a surprised gasp as the remains of her panties are pulled free of her and tossed unceremoniously to the side. Her gasp turns to a slow moan as he kneels down by the bed and his lips trace a line up her inner thigh.

His mouth works slowly. Questing ever closer and closer to the goal only to get excruciatingly near and trace another line leading away. He sucks gently and slips his tongue around the sensitive skin around that most sensitive of areas. Promising what is to come. Teasing at what it was missing, has been missing.

Her panting gasps begin to fill the room and join drawn out groans of excited frustration as his mouth moves so close to its target but slides away again before making contact. She revels in the teasing, having been denied for so long, but he knows that because she has had to wait that she will force the contact sooner than she wants. Her fists clench as his mouth sucks and nibbles, tastes and teases the delicate skin around her aching sex. Days, weeks of teasing over the phone, sly texts becoming more and more explicit. Broken conversations starting and stopping as abruptly as the mood strikes and ending as quickly as their significant others return. Her body almost vibrated from the pent up tension and her hands slid down her body and nestled in his hair almost without her thinking.

His self-restraint was being put to the test as much as hers was. His mouth watered and yearned to be over her sweet and welcoming entrance. Her fingers wrapping themselves in his hair told him it wouldn’t be long and he steeled himself as he focused on a particular spot in the crease of her thigh, hardly any distance from the true goal.

She groaned loudly and his eyes flicked up to hers and when she looked down and met his gaze her fingers tightened in his hair and she brought his mouth to task.

He lapped slowly, drawing the labia gently apart with the tip of his warm tongue. Her moan was that of satisfied anticipation and he groaned in echo as his tongue worked slowly around her vulva. She was already slick and ready for him and he let the warm juices from her flood around his questing tongue. His mouth opened and he let his lips suck down over the entire area, tongue now flickering quickly across her lips. A sharp gasp from her tells him that he hasn’t forgotten this particular skill and he allows her hands to pull him hard down to her.

His lips are almost crushed against her pelvis and he presses his tongue down firmly against her enflamed clitoris. Broad deep strokes across the pearl. He drinks in her lust and excitement. Her body surges and her hips rotate to the motion of his mouth.
He loses himself in the act, his mouth works ceaselessly and responds to her cries of pleasure and the roll of her hips. Her hands leave his hair and her fists clench over the cheap hotel comforter. The anticipation making the path to climax abrupt. His hands reach up to pull the tops of her legs firmly down and tight against his slashing tongue. Her breath becoming ragged as his groans of pure lustful pleasure send waves of sound vibrations in to her excited flesh to blend with the other deft strokes from his mouth.

“oh FUCK” she gasps as the pleasure crescendos and her eyes clench shut as her body surges. All of her muscles abruptly contract and just as quickly release. Her legs tighten on either side of his head as he feels her pussy flood across his already slick tongue. He is ready for her writhing throws as the orgasm electrifies her body. He keeps his mouth over her cleft and holds her pelvis firmly down in front of his hungry mouth as her body spasms and shakes. She is so overwhelmed that she can’t even cry out as the orgasm crashes through her. Finally it resolves enough for her to let out a long moan as aftershocks course up her spine.

“Mmmmmmm, fuuuck! Oh my fucking uhhhhhhhg fuck! Mmmmmmmmhhhhh” she moans incoherently as his mouth slows and finally stops.

Her head swims and her eyes remain tight shut as her breathing comes under control. When she opens her eyes he is standing at the edge of the bed just finishing unlatching his belt. He pulls his jeans and boxers off in one movement and as he straightens she can see his cock standing excitedly ready just over the level of the bed. She sits up and reaches out to take hold of his erect flesh. Her fingers grip delicately around the shaft and he groans his approval as she lightly caresses its length, tracing the veins standing proud of the rigid pole.

He leans in and sucks and nibbles an earlobe tracing his lips around the ridge of her ear finding more piercings than was there in the past. Her grip tightens and he grunts against her exposed neck. He sucks her ear lobe between his lips again as she stokes him. His lips part and he whispers into that ear.

“mmmmm, fuck Miss, I missed you playing with my cock.”

“mmm, even better than I remember” she replies softly.

His hands reach out feeling her under him, caressing her breasts and tracing lines across her skin. A hand slips around her back and traces her spine up to her hair where his fingers tangle themselves. He pulls firmly back making her head tilt back to look up at him. His eyes lock with hers and he speaks in a low growl.

“I’m going to fuck you. I’m not going to be gentle. But first you’re going to get my cock nice and wet for your cunt.” With that he pulls her to her knees in front of him and as she lets out a surprised breath he pushes his cock past her lips.

She hesitates only for a moment before sucking him farther into her warm mouth. Her jaws open to allow him in and he keeps a hand tangled loosely in her hair and she begins to move her lips up and down on his shaft. Her hands come up resting on his thighs as her head bobs on him. Her head pauses with just his swollen tip in her lips and her tongue works swiftly around the ridge of his cockhead before taking his length back into her mouth. She bows low onto it taking all of him that she can before it reaches her throat and pauses again. As she pulls back she coats the length with slick saliva and pulls her mouth off the hard phallus. Her hand reaches over and strokes the length of him. As she does she lifts the shaft and leans in again planting sucking kisses and the base of the erection. Her tongue slipping out to caress his balls.

His head tilts back and he lets out a groan to the ceiling.

“oh fuck that’s new…” he groans

“mmm you approve?” she asks mockingly. Before resuming her task.

“oh fuck yes” he grunts looking down into her eyes as she parts her lips and gently sucks a testicle between her lips. “but if you keep it up…” he closes his eyes in a groan as her tongue works him making him lose his train of thought.

As his eyes open again there is a shine in them and he tightens his fist in her hair and pulls her head back only to force it down again with his cock between her lips again. He pushes her head down on his length and tests the limits of her throat with firm guidance that stays just this side of brutal. He doesn’t make her choke but deftly tests her limits and brings saliva flowing into her mouth and onto his thick shaft. He guides her up and down on him a few times before pulling her roughly to her feet and turning her around. She faces the mattress and he pulls her body tight against his chest sweeping her hair back to bite at her neck. His hand moves up her midriff and between her heavy breasts and closes around her throat. She can feel his spit slicked cock pressing up between her legs.

Wordlessly he pushes her forward at the waist and she sprawls across the mattress. Before she can gain her bearings she feels strong hands spreading her ass apart and a warm, wet insistence sliding towards her entrance. The head of his cock presses against her waiting lips and he squeezes her round ass with his strong hands.

She moans “fuUUHHH….” Her word is transformed into a shout as without waiting he buries his cock hard into her. There is surprisingly little discomfort as she had prepared his dick with more than sufficient lubrication and the wetness of her own parts had not diminished while she serviced him with her mouth.

His hands slide up to the swell of her hips as he slowly draws his length from her. He almost pulls out too far but leaves himself barely nestled against her slippery cleft. He stalls and waits for her to speak again to cut the word short and turn it to a drawn out cry. He pulls himself back again and this time pauses for only a moment before thrusting hard in again.

Her legs are spread and trapped between the mattress and his powerful thighs, her chest spread out across the bed. He leans in once again taking a fistful of long red hair and pinning her down with this other hand in the small of her back. He draws her head back slowly making her neck extend and arch back. She cries out obligingly and as he is leaned over her back thrusts powerfully down and into her. His cock slides firmly across her g spot. He thrusts in a measured pace assaulting her sensitive nerves. His momentum builds and a wet smacking joins her cries and his heavy breathing tells of his lust more than exertion.

He pushes her face into the comforter and lets go of her hair to pull her hips back on him for three hard thrusts. On the final push he leaves himself deep inside her and reaches out to take her shoulders and help her lift her torso from the bed. Her legs still pinned by his against the mattress. He reaches under her to fondle her now swaying breasts. He rolls and pinches her taught nipples between his fingers and gives enough pressure to cause a cry of mixed pain and pleasure to escape her.

“oh fuck, I missed having your cock in me” she pants as he slips his hands around to her back and slides them soothingly down her spine.

“we haven’t hardly started yet Beautiful.” He says, then his voice turning to a growl “and what I’m going to do now is something I’ve been wanting to do for a very long time.”

His hands slip down to the sides of her hips once more and he holds her firmly down on his erect cock.

“oh? And whats thaaAAAAHHHGGGGG AAAAAAHHHHHH OOOHHH FFFFFFUUUUUUCKKKKKKK!” she screams as he starts mercilessly pounding her.

With her body lifted off the bed and her hands under her his cock hits her as it did when he was bent over her back but now the measured cadence was gone. His shaft slides quickly in and out of her and his hips slam hard into her from behind. He moves in her as her moans fill the room and it isn’t long before his breathing becomes harsh.

His hands shoot out and grasp her arms tightly just below the shoulder and he pulls her body back even more. Her hands no longer reach to the bed below her and he is holding her up as he thrusts hard behind her. The pressure of his cock along her g-spot intensifies as his plunging shaft slams home erratically. The insistent and frantic pounding bringing her own body to respond. She can feel him swell inside her and he grunts with each hard thrust. One hand slips forward and his fingers find her throat again. His hand almost painful around her neck. His lips close to her ear he groans and then growls “I’ve wanted to do this to you for years you fucking slut.” He grunts again hard as his thick dick spurts a hot string of cum into her. When he pulls back another geyser erupts across her sensitive nerves before he buries himself in her once more.
The tension had been building in her from the moment he entered her and as his hot load spurts across her g-spot she is sent over the edge with him. She cries out and bucks hard. He lets go of her arms and she falls shaking to the bed and he spasmodically thrusts into her again and again. Each thrust bringing with it another flood of warmth pumping from him, relieving some of the built-up pressure in his balls. His seed splashes across her cervix and he unleashes all of the built-up frustration and lust deep inside her. Hot sticky ropes of cum pumping inside her sending waves pulsing through her. Her orgasm is deep but not shattering, more a thing of content satisfaction than of sated physical need. She feels his length heave and the final swelling of a dick fully drained as he spends his last energy on thrusting shallowly in her. Grunting and groaning his sated pleasure behind her. The waves of her own climax dyeing away as their breathing slows.

He steps away from the bed to retrieve a towel from the bathroom and tosses it to her as she turns over. He steps back into the bathroom and she can hear the sink being turned on.

They both lake minutes to be with themselves and to let the pangs of guilt sink in and then to master them. She focuses on things external. Her torn clothes are old things that she had worn so he could do exactly as he had done. As he had promised in the uncounted texts leading up to this. She reminds herself again that yes, she was on birth control, it was still working. She had told him how much she liked the feeling of cum being pumped into her and there was a time that she would have loved the thought of taking his warm seed without the birth control.

He stared at himself in the mirror for a long moment. Something that he usually avoided. He felt shame slide through him. He still loved his wife, this didn’t change that. But she was so sexually detached. She truly loved the act but was a sexual camel taking her fill eagerly and taking much then to be content for weeks without the need for more. And she wasn’t the most adventurous type. She was his perfect partner for life outside the bedroom but left him frustrated to the point of insanity in it. The woman outside was the exact opposite. Someone he knew better than to try a relationship with all those years ago but someone he had stayed with for longer than anyone would have guessed. Most of it because of their connection behind closed doors. He let out a heavy breath, she hadn’t disappointed either. His memories hadn’t been lying to him. she was as sexually satisfying as he remembered.

He turned off the sink after using the toilet and washing himself with a warm cloth. He peeked around the wall and saw that she was sitting up waiting to see what he had to say. They smiled familiarly at each other.

“better than I remembered even” he said.
She laughed and nodded her head “every time we hook up again I forget how much I like your dick” she says matter-of-factly. She stretched a little pushing out her chest to see his reaction and isn’t disappointed when her leers at the generous curves.

“Did you want to rinse off?” he asks.

“maybe in a while” she smiled to herself. He had always been obsequious after sex; he had never grown out of that awkwardness he had for being older and inexperienced. Even when he had gained the experience, almost an expertise he had never lost his air of gratitude. “maybe something to drink though?” she asked coyly. Wanting something to sooth her throat just as much as she liked having him do her bidding. She smiled and reveled in the contradiction that he could be so rough and demanding, his fist tangled in her hair forcing her to take him on his terms and then minutes later he was gentle and caring.

They were just getting started.

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