[FM] An evening over twelve years in the making [long, oral, bond] part 1

Skip down to the [——–section———-] if you wish to start with just the sexy stuff. The story builds up the passion and intensity for which we felt and why it was amazing for the both of us. It’s kinda worth it.

I’ve known Julie since our first class together in Jr High school. She was the drama club and choir geek while I was the chess club attending anime nerd. We didn’t actually date until the middle of our senior year of High school and even then it took us until the end of the entire semester for us to lose our virginity to each other. Once we graduated however, we attempt to make up for lost time by making love at every opportunity during that summer break of HS freedom. It was puppy love, it was innocent fun and the two of us thought we were made for each other. She had been accepted to a school on the opposite coast and I was staying local with Junior college. The countdown to her trip was slowly approaching so we stepped up our game a bit and tried doing new things. We introduced toys into our sexy time, braved some outdoor stuff at night, even took some tips from Alanis Morissette and went down on each other in a theater. I still can’t watch Lilo & Stitch without remembering her bobbing head going down on my dick in that nearly empty theater. Oh the memories.

The first time we tried anal we were drunk on her Dad’s whiskey and it went about as expected for a couple of first timers. Lots of pain, lots of apologies but the deed was done and both sorta like it. We did it a few more times with better results before the summers end. On the eve of her plane flight to head off to school, we rented a Hotel room that an older friend helped us get as we were under 25. Even splurged on room service. What took place that evening was one of the most memorable nights of my life. We didn’t fuck, we made love instead. For the entire evening we went hard and heavy, soft and sweet and every combination in between. When her pussy became too sore we switched to anal. When I became too sore, we switched to toys to finish the job. Throughout the night, Julie and I continued our marathon session until we passed out from exhaustion.

7 hours later she was on a plane heading off to school for the year. We promised ourselves that the long distance thing would work and we gave it an honest go for the first few months. But teenage insecurities are what they are and things became nasty. Jealousy and being 2000 miles apart left us frustrated and angry. We broke up in a rather bitter way when fighting just wouldn’t stop. My heart was broken and I was torn up afterwards. I remember fighting a horrible bout of depression that first Christmas apart. I didn’t date anyone for a long time and concentrated on school work to get my grades up from that dismal first semester. Julie apparently was going through the same ordeal back east unbeknownst to me.

Summer comes along and I find out that Julie is back home so I reach out to her hoping to grab dinner and rekindle what we lost over that year. It takes her 3 agonizing weeks for her to finally return my phone calls and she hesitantly accepts a dinner date. I find out fairly quickly that she had met a guy at school and they are dating now. I should just move on as their is no future with us. My heart is ripped out once more as I spend the next few weeks in more depression.

Days turn into weeks and weeks into a month and I am finally able to move on with my life. I even start dating again but Julie becomes the base measure for all women I start seeing. They need to measure up to her. If my new girl doesn’t laugh like Julie, no thanks. The next one has cute dimples like Julie, plus her breasts are the same size. The next one is taller than Julie but she’s not as adventurous in bed. On and on this goes on for one more year until the following Summer. Ironically, in my head, Julie becomes more of a legend than an actual ex-girlfriend to me. I don’t actually think of her directly anymore, just indirectly. I use her memory to make sure I’m not short-changing myself with any girl I’m currently dating. Yeah, I know it’s fucked up, but in a weird way, it works and I don’t just settle for the next fling. I date some amazing women during this time. I make sure to treat them as I would treat Julie.

The next summer comes around and I’m 20 years old. I get a phonecall from a strange area-code. I pick up and it’s Julie. She’s back home and wants to see if I’m free for coffee. I’m dating someone new at this point in time so I politely decline but I distinctly remember the audible disheartened tone in her voice. We talk over the phone for a bit and I find out that her bf cheated on her at some point during the last school year and they broke up. I remember getting super pissed at the ex-boyfriend for cheating on the most perfect woman ever. WTF, what a complete loser! Julie would later recall that I was transfixed on the topic of that guy and wouldn’t let it go. She thought it was sweet that I wanted to defend her honor like that.

August comes around and my then gf and I break up. I call up Julie knowing she’s about to leave for school and we meet up for coffee and deserts over the next few days. We catch up on two years of missed life together. Reminiscing about HS, re-living our perfect summer together. We are reluctant to talk about the sex for more than a few causal mentions. She played along but left me no opening to continue the topic of conversation. Days away from her leaving on the plane to go back to school, we go on a fair-well date. Looking back, it was obvious both of us wanted to jump each others bones during that dinner. But neither of us could let go of the drama and the reason for our original break-up. Time just wasn’t as forgiven in that area so we were just friends, having an awkward dinner together and thinking about nothing else than reliving the memories of our final hotel night together. She left two days later.

We did not contact each other our entire Junior year of college because the memories of our breakup were like freshly opened wounds. Neither of us fully forgiving the other but fondly remembering the good times we did have.

Just after my 21st birthday, life slammed into me hard with back-to-back tragedies and an epic nasty break up with my then girlfriend. Friends I had for years took sides and things spiraled downward. I eventually dropped out of school, fell onto hard times mentally and even financially so I moved out of state to find a new life for myself. I dropped contact with the rest my family. For nearly 3 years, I severed all ties to my old life and times were dark for me as I tried to escape what had happened. A HS friend reaches out to me one day and we talk about our upcoming 5 year HS reunion. I come to find out that Julie had gotten married and was doing well for herself somewhere in the middle of California. My first thought upon hearing this was, “Good for her… she deserves it”. I never attended the reunion nor did I attend the 10 year reunion that took place years later.

8 years since I had seen or talked to Julie and my heart was still not fully over her. I had been in several successful romances that lasted years and was even married once for a short span. All the while, in the back of my mine, Julie was the bar of which I still measured everyone I was with. I had made amends with the rest of my family and got my life back on track. I had turned to sex and alcohol to escape my reality and the road to recovery was rough to say the least. Years of neglect left my mind a fucked up wasteland and my body was in poor shape as well. I dedicated myself to eating healthy, got my weight back under control and basically cleaned up my life.

One day, I get a facebook invite from Julie straight out of the blue. I accepted not realizing that i hadn’t thought about her in a long long time. It came as a shock to me to find out that the perfect life I thought she was living was far from a Disney happy ending. Her now ex-husband was a master manipulator and totally fucked her up good. She had two kids with him and completely destroyed her inheritance when her Dad died. Her career was in ruins, lost most of her friends and remaining family in the divorce and had moved back into her childhood home while she was attending school again to re-certify her teaching credentials. Julie was a shell of her former self. I kept my distance from her at first on FB, reserving myself to occasional replies to her rather depressing life-update posts.

Months go by and on a whim, I invite Julie to a local art festival that my friends invited me too and she surprisingly accepts. Leaving her kids to their grandma care for the night, we meet there and we catch up on old times. Neither of us really care about the art, we are just catching up on nearly 13 years of life apart. Her manipulative scumbag ex-husband, my whirlwind marriage that lasted all of 5 months. The years apart melted away and we were like HS friends again. We talk about other things as well. Now more mature, neither of us can remember why the original break-up was so bitter. It was interesting to recall the fond memories of our summer together and how they were vivid in our recollection.

The evening of the art festival was, for lack of a better term, magical. Both of us parted ways, beaming with fresh cheek pains from laughing so hard and smiling so wide. Julie texts me just as she’s going to bed. It was the first time in ages she had laughed that hard and had such a good time. I recall texting something crude back. Something along the lines of, “If you think your smile is this sore from talking, just imagine if we had sex.”

The texting suddenly stopped. Shit! I had gone too far. I ruined the evening with saying something that fucked things up. I remember turning over in bed and punching the pillow over and over for fucking up that bad. I wanted to a apologize, I wanted to text back but it was too soon. I’m lying in bed for 20 minutes looking at the ceiling and I hear my incoming text chime. I am scared shit-less. I swipe my screen and I’m expecting a wall of angry text from her. What is actually there shocks me to my core. Julie’s naked torso is greeting me in picture form. She’s standing in front of the mirror holding the phone in one hand while the other is cupping one of her ample breasts and the pose she’s in is clearly sexual in nature.

I whipped my dick out in record time as I stared at that naked selfie. There were no words, no follow-up text, nothing from her as I fapped away looking at that digital pic. A few minutes into a rock-hard cock, I reply back with a dick-pic of my own. Nothing is said, no emotes, just the two pics of the both of us filling the text screen.

I sleep like a baby that night and wake up for work the following morning refreshed at renewed. I text back finally and say something like, “yeah ok, I saved that for later use” instantly she replies back, “ditto”. Holy shit, she jilled off as well. Haahaha, I knew I loved this woman.

——————–The Sexy Time over 12 years in the making————-

I’ll have to fast-forward nearly 3 weeks as life kept fucking up our sexy time scheduled meetings. Her kids got sick, a flat tire on her car happens so I go to pick her up and my truck breaks down on the freeway. The next week a main waterline broke in my complex so there was no water at my place so that’s out as well. Shit just kept happening to us and it became something of an inside joke. Finally the stars aligned and ill fated events stopped happening. Julie shows up at my door looking perfect in her 5’5″, curvy MILF frame. Her tight jeans showed off every inch of that body she showed me numerous times in repeated sexting pics. Gone was the shy and timid girl of our youth. What stood before me was a mature woman who wanted sex and wasn’t afraid to ask for it.

Julie and I kiss passionately for the first time since that night at the Hotel room. I remind her of that shortly after we come up for air. She apparently doesn’t need me to jog that memory, that night at the Hotel room was apparently the best night of sex of her life. (WTF! my ego just got a hard on from hearing that). We lock lips again and proceed to make out for what seems like hours. Time seems to have no meaning to us as we kiss each other all over and undress the other at the same time. Julies jeans take a bit of work to remove so she stands up to finish the rest of the process. No. fucking. panties! She opted to go commando just like she did back in our youth just to see if I would remember. I did and I loved her for that little gesture.

Julie stands before me stark naked doing the Wonder Woman hands on her hips pose. I get down on my knees and pussy worship her cunt like I had promised during our texts. My tongue darts in and out of her ever widening pussy lips. I have to lean back on the floor and rest my back on the edge of the couch to get a good angle. I’m teasing and flicking the tip of my tongue gently over her clit and she’s grabbing the sides of my head for support. With her legs spread and slightly bend, Julie is getting a workout on her upper thighs while in this position. Clearly enjoying the attention her pussy seeks, I’m switching up my hands to ether spreading her lips apart to reaching around and gripping her firm ass checks to allow me to shove my tongue in further.

Julie is verbally moaning pleasure and starting to shake from both the physical excursion and clitoral stimulation. Her juices taste perfect to me and I am slobbering all over her crotch in an attempt to pleasure the woman of my dreams. She cums after only a few minutes of oral stimulation and Julie is quick to return the favor. We move the action to my bed and I strip off the remains of my cloths and Julie practically shoves me onto my bed. With my lower half overhang the edge of my mattress and legs spread out wide enough for her to get her shoulders in-between, Julie strokes my cock softly and slowly with both of her hands. She’s looking into my eyes as she does so, longing and need clearly present on her face.

Keeping eye contact, she opens her mouth and swallows my cock whole all the way to the back of her throat. The whole thing, down the base. Both of her arms are resting on top of my legs, hands are resting on either side of my shaft. She’s pressing down slightly on my groin to get the most out of my cock. Head starting to bob up and down, my memory of the Lilo and Stitch movie from the theater are all I can think about as I try desperately not to instantly cum into her mouth. Julie’s tongue is legendary and every bit as good as my dreams remember. Her lips are clamped down while the tongue is attempting to wrap around the bottom half of my cock. Moving up and down, the felling is overwhelming in it’s intensity. Julie, my highschool sweetheart is completely naked before me, sucking my cock and is moaning in the process.

“Ohh god I’ve missed this…” She says in between breaths and full shaft licks. I look into her eyes and see she means every word. “I’m still thinking this is a dream and I’m about to wake up.” I reply stupidly. Julie pays no mind and strokes me off until I cum into her hand. She’s looking between my cock and my face the whole time.

We both wash up after a few minutes of rest and we snuggle up on my bed for a while. Julie and I are in bliss that it’s taken this long to relive the infamous Hotel night that both of us remember so fondly. Memories are recalled about all the sex acts we did that night and it’s something of a treasure trove of favorite events. I come to find out that the woman in my arms became something of a fan of toys and bondage because of the events of that evening. I recall certain things being slightly less kinky that night a decade past. But she clearly wanted me to break out the toys and wrist restraints to relive those fond memories we held that night. Fine by me if she wanted new memories to overlap the old.

Julie gets out of bed and I devilish watch her naked body stroll out of the room. She retrieves her overnight bag and walks back into the room like a woman with a purpose. In cavalier fashion, Julie unceremoniously tosses each of her adult toys onto the bed and proceeds to line them up for display as if they were in a department store jewelry case. A large beige floppy dildo on a suction cup complete with fake balls. Several flavors of clitoral vibrators, a small cylindrical vibrator ,a jackrabbit vibrator, a medium sized glass butt plug. a string of anal beads and several sets of ankle and wrist restraints to top off the ensemble.

I waste no time in choosing my weapons of orgasmic destruction much to the delight of Julie’s shit-eating grin. I was about to relive years of vivid memories on this luscious MILF and she wanted everything I was going to give her. I quickly secured both ankle restraints in place and followed up with the wrist ones with a bit of effort. She didn’t bring any rope with her (My mind starts to wander down that perverted road. “probably because they are already secured to her bed back at her home?!?!?) so I make do with an old neck tie to secure her wrists together behind her back. I found some camping twine I had in the closet and that works to anchor her spread legs to the side of my bed frame. The finishing touch came when I sensually bent her frame over on the side of my bed and gave her awaiting ass a few hard swats for good measure.

Julie cooed in lusty glee when I applied the lube to her well used ass. The ease of which I was able to slide my fingers in told me volumes to how often in which she took objects up her backdoor. I got increasingly turned on knowing that she loved it up the rear as much as she did in that hotel room memory I revisited so often. The butt plug took a bit of coaxing to fit into place but Julie offered no audible protest except for the gasp when it finally slid into place. Completely bent over the edge of my bed, wrists tied behind her back and her legs spread wide and secured to the legs of the frame. It was a sight to behold. Finally I was going to make new memories of the best night of my life.

I inserted the smaller vibrator into her pussy and twisted the base to turn it on. Her reaction was instantaneous. Julies helpless body bucked and squirmed all around her hip area and it became clear that she was getting into it fast. Because I was standing behind her, I positioned myself off to the side and facing away. My right hand reaching across me to fuck her with the vibrator and my left hand pressed firmly on the small of her back to hinder the squirming. This act of pressing on her upper ass had the desired reaction of Julie cumming very fast. I didn’t let up. I fucked her with the toy and moved my left hand to apply pressure on the anal plug lodged in her ass. The gasps and guttural noises increased in volume when she came a second and third time.

I fucked Julie for nearly 15 minutes like that. She came and came until the sounds she made became something of a long continuous incoherent tone of pleasure. Her eyes had completely glazed over. Body parts limp and sunk into the bed, Julie was temporarily spend but far from down for the evening. My arm and hands screaming at me to lighten up on the thrusting workout. I had switch palms multiple times already but my limit had been reached.

I still wanted to play and I had all night to satisfy a second evenings worth of lasting memories. I went down the mental checklist of things to repeat or improve on. I wanted to fuck her standing up, cowgirl position, bent over in the position she was in now and top the evening of with lots of anal if I had the energy left in me.

End of Part 1

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