Hello, everyone. This is my first story ever, so any constructive criticism is welcomed. I am pretty proud of how it turned out. Enjoy :)
It was another really tough day at work. My company was in the process of expanding abroad, and I had do extra hours, crunching numbers and doing financial analysis. It was extremely boring and exhausting, but the pay was good and I didn’t have any other option. I looked at the big clock in the office wall, which marked 18:50h, and decided to call it a day. My but and legs were sore after seating for almost ten hours straight, only getting up to use the bathroom and have lunch. The first few steps were a bit of a struggle and I could feel the tension in my entire body. There were only two other people left. I said goodbye, and they nodded their heads as a response, with their eyes still glued to the computer screens. I looked at myself in the elevator mirror, and though I had aged ten years in a single day. My eyes looked tired, my hair was greasy, and I couldn’t remove the frown on my face, no matter how hard I tried. I got to my car and drove home as fast as possible. On of the only advantages of working late is that there is almost no traffic when you go home, so the trip only took me five minutes.
As I cleaned my shoes in the entrance carpet and opened the door I yelled, “Hey honey!”. There was no response. On top of the hall table, under the lamp, there was a note. It read, “One of my coworkers is sick, and I will have to do the night shift today. There are leftovers from yesterday in the fridge and pizza in the freezer. Love you, Anne.” Anne was my wife. We had been married for just two months. She was the light of my life, and I loved her to death. The note left me devastated as the last thing I wanted after such a day was to come back to an empty, silent home, with no one to hug or talk to. After half an hour of watching the news about the latest political scandal in which a senator apparently had had an orgy with a group of ten people, including a sixteen years old, I started to feel hungry and so made my way to the kitchen. As I was about to open the fridge, I thought to myself that I deserved better than eating leftovers or a frozen pizza on an empty kitchen, especially after such a stressful day. With this thought in mind I went upstairs to the bathroom to take a shower. I let out a sigh of relief as the hot water started making it’s way down my body. I could feel my muscles loosen up and all the tension accumulated during the day started disappearing. I spent at least twenty minutes in the bathtub, just relaxing and feeling the warm water embracing me. When I finally finished, I swiped the fog from the mirror. Not only was I felling better, my appearance had also improved. My skin looked clean, and my eyes looked focused and alive. After drying myself I went to the room to get dressed. I decided to wear a black leather jacket over a white t-shirt, with caqui pants and brown shoes. It wasn’t the most extravagant look, but it was classy and I really liked it. I looked in the mirror once again, and I was definitely not the same man who had just left work an hour ago.
I left the house and started walking, even though I wasn’t sure where I was going yet. It was a warm summer evening and the sky was painted in various tones of pink, yellow and blue with only a few white clouds. The streets were not very busy, but most restaurants and cafes were full. I decided to go to “O’Shea’s” , the Irish pub. I hadn’t been there in a very long time, despite it being only two blocks away. When I stepped in the pub, I was greeted by the same vibrant energy I recalled from years ago. It was more modern, having undergone renovations, but the magic was still there. The big golden chandeliers over the counter, the shelves filled with old bottles of whisky, wine and rum, the wooden floor and tables. The typical humming and buzzing of a traditional pub, with the soft music in the background. There was even a group of old man playing cards and drinking in the corner, just like old times. I lived some of my best memories in this bar, when I was a young college student and I was happy it retained it’s glamour. I walked across the pub, taking in the energy and relieving old memories and sat in a small table next to the counter.
After a couple of seconds the waitress came to take my order and I immediately recognized her. It was Emma, an old friend from college. She was around 168 cm with a thin but firm complexion and had the same youthful and vibrant expression on her face I remembered from years ago. It looked like the years hadn’t passed through her at all. Her emerald coloured eyes were extremely intense and seemed deeply alive. The freckles in her blushed cheeks gave her a mysterious and intriguing look, and her red hair was smooth and slightly curly, running down the shoulders until half way through her back. I looked down, and her body didn’t disappoint either. Her perfect C cup breasts were bouncing slightly as she approached me and her short green top didn’t appear to have an easy job holding them in. Her pale abdomen was showing, and I noticed she had a piercing on her belly button. She was wearing tight, light blue jeans that wrapped gently around her ass, emphasizing her beautiful curves. She looked like a medieval Irish goddess who had just descended from heaven and I couldn’t help felling deeply attracted to her. When she got to the table, she took a small notebook from her pocket, looked me in the eyes and said “Good evening,” asking me if I wanted to order. I smiled and asked her if she didn’t recognize me. After looking at my face with a confused expression for about five seconds, she said, “Oh yes, I remember!” She had a sparkle in her eyes and let out an adorable giggle as she bent over to give me a hug. I felt her soft arms hugging me strongly and had to control myself not to stare directly at her boobs, which were hanging right beside my face. Emma and I were good friends during college, and we hook up a couple of times, but never had anything serious. Not that I didn’t want to, but she was wild and free-spirited and didn’t want to commit to a serious relationship at the time. “It’s so nice to see you again, how are you?” she asked. “Had a rough day, but I feel much better now, thank you”, I replied. “I’d love to stay here catching up with you, but I have to continue working. What will you have?”. “I’ll have an Irish stew and a large Guiness, please,” I replied. “Coming right up,” she said as she cracked a smile. “It was nice seeing her again.” I wanted to keep the conversation going a bit longer, but I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I just smiled back and said, “Thank you, I really liked seeing you again too. “She turned around and my eyes fixated on her round, giggling ass as she walked away.
I was left almost paralysed for a few seconds, thinking about her and all the memories we lived together. I still felt strongly attracted to her body and her charming, captivating personality. I took a deep breath when she disappeared from my sight and took out my phone making my way through messages and Instagram posts. I would occasionally look at her working, moving graciously through the tables, always with a big smile on her face. Half an hour later, she returned to my table with my order. “Careful!”, she said, “It is very hot.” I looked at her body once again, smelling her intense lavender perfume. “Thank you,” I said, as I felt my voice trembling. “Enjoy,” she said. And just like that she was gone again. I picked up my phone once again, to try to take my mind off her, but it wasn’t working. My mind was racing, and she was all I could think about. I started fantisising about fucking her, right there on top of the table. I’m a married man, and new it was wrong, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to feel her soft warm, body pressing against mine. I wanted to taste her red lips again. It took me a while to control my thoughts and calm down. The stew was getting cold, so I finally started eating. It was not the best dish ever, but the quality of the food had definitely improved. When I finished, she came to my table and asked If I had enjoyed my dinner. I nodded in approval and said the food was excellent. I had to control myself as she bent over to pick my plate up. I could swear she did it in slow motion, turning her boobs at me, as if she was teasing me. I then ordered a coffee and stayed in the pub for longer than I needed to, just making time.
After a while, people began to leave, and the place became almost empty, with only some young students and a couple of drunk men. I wanted to continue talking to her, but didn’t know what to say. “I’m married”, I thought, so any fantasy I might have is just that, a fantasy. I was about to get up to pay and leave when she came to the table with two beers and sat in the chair in front of me. “Finally I can rest a bit. It was a busy night. Do you mind if I stay here with you, chatting? We have so much catching up to do.” I said that I would love to do so as I felt my heart starting to beat faster. I looked deep into her eyes. Her pupils were wide, profound, and I felt them staring deep into mine. We talked for a good while. I told her about my job, my wife, the house we had bought and some other topics. She listened carefully, showing great interest and smiling occasionally. I didn’t take to much time talking about myself because I really wanted to hear about her. She told me that she had an office job as well, but the company had gone bankrupt and she was working as a witress while searching for a new job. She also said that she had never settled down, having only had short relationships, and had been single for over a year. I thought to myself “How is it possible that someone like this is single for so long?” I appreciated every one of her mannerisms as she spoke. The way she moved her right hand trough her gorgeous red hair. The way she scratched the label of the beer and looked down at the table with slight nervosism. “You know, I never found the one. I never felt as comfortable with a man as I felt with you in college.” Her intonation and the way she bit her lip suggested she was being flirtatious. I began to sweat and said “I am sure you will find someone. You deserve it.”. She kept going, “I wish I could find an handsome, funny man like you. We had so many good times together.” She leaned slightly forward, revealing more of her beautiful breasts. I felt my dick pressing against my pants and tightened my legs, feeling embarrassed. I think she could tell how nervous I was. She picked up my hands and massaged them softly. I was shaking. After blowing me a kiss, she reached for my wedding ring and gently removed it from my finger. I wanted to tell her to stop, but the words were not coming out of my mouth. I was gasping for hair and felt my body getting hotter. I knew it was wrong. I wanted to stop her, but she had me on some kind of trance. Next thing I know she is pressing her lips against mine. I felt like a young college student again. They were soft, and I felt her tounge entering my mouth. She put her hand on my shoulder, and a shiver went down my spine. I had never felt this horny before. My dick was so hard it was becoming painful. I had to readjust it in my pants. She stopped and looked at me again. She passed her delicate hands through my face, and I could only watch, in shock. “It wasn’t so bad, was it? No one has to know about this,” she said. I nodded and was finally able to speak again “It was even better than the old times. I can’t resist it any longer, let’s leave.” I got up, leaning forward to try to hide my boner. It was no use. She looked at it and laughed, “Looks like someone still likes me.” I definitely still did. I paid my bill as fast as possible and we left the pub.
It was over midnight by now and the temperature was much colder I could feel her shivering, so I took out my jacket and placed it on her shoulders, pushing her against me. She put her head on my chest and smiled. We walked to my place at a fast pace. Neither of us could hold on much longer. I struggled to fit the keys in the keyhole, because I was shivering from the cold. As soon as we got in, she pushed me against the wall and started kissing my neck. I didn’t even notice the front door was left open. I grabbed her face gently and kissed her. I put my hands around her ass and felt her breathing getting faster. We made our way to the sofa, and she laid on top of me with her legs around my waist. Her chest was pressing so tight against mine I could feel her heartbeat. She passed her hands through my hair and was starting to moan slightly. She took off her top and helped me taking off my shirt. I got up from under her, took off my pants and said, “let’s go the bedroom”. She immediately took off her pants. We were both in underwear. I looked at her perfect body and wondered if it was some kind of dream. Every detail about it was perfect, and she looked even hotter with a messy hair. We ran upstairs laughing as if we were two kids playing catch. We got into the bedroom, and I saw a picture from me and my wife, on our wedding. It was too late to go back now. I knocked it down and didn’t even feel bad anymore. I felt more like a wild animal than a human. She threw me on the bed, on my back and sat on top of me, as she threw her bra across the room. She started moving back and forward, rubbing her panties against my penis which could no longer be contained in my boxers. I placed my hands on her hips and just closed my eyes. It was like touching pure silk. She stood back and placed her self on her knees between my opened legs. Then, she simply ripped my boxer apart like an uncontrollable freak. Our eyes glanced, and I felt my entire body shivering. She gently caressed my cock and kissed the glans. She then licked it, from the balls all the way to the top while making eye contact the entire time. I told her I had never felt like that before and put my hands on her head. She started sucking, very slowly, teasing me. I was so excited that I involuntarily started to thrust with my hips, shoving my dick all the way inside her mouth. She almost gagged, but kept going, and when she finally lifted her head up, it was like she had been underwater and was coming up for air. Her breathing was remarkably fast, and saliva threads were connecting her mouth to my dick. She held it firmly in her hands and I felt it pulsating like never before. She then looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Now, I want you to eat my pussy.” I immediately got up and we switched positions. I slowly removed her underwear. Like the rest of her body, her pussy looked perfect. It was of a pale pinkish colour and had small symmetrical labia. I placed my tounge on her clitoris and started moving it up and down. I could hear her moaning, desperately. I placed one finger inside, and it was already soaking wet. I kept going slowly and she started moaning louder. It felt like a mix of intense pleasure and agony, as if she couldn’t take that much pleasure. I now had two fingers inside her, moving them gently. As I picked up the pace, I could feel her shaking and grabbing the sheets, uncontrollably. She shivered and screamed loudly as she orgasmed. I felt the juices coming out of her and licked my fingers while staring her straight in the eyes.
“I can’t take it any longer, come inside me, please. Make me your dirty little slut!”, she said. She sounded desperate and even maniacal. My entire body tightened. My dick was going up and down, contracting rapidly. I grabbed it and pressed my glans gently against the outside of her pussy. I rubbed it a few times before putting it in. I thrusted it all the way inside her until I felt her cervix. Her eyes rolled back as she wrapped her legs around my body. I had never felt so good before. I had had sex many times before, but this was something else. I kept thrusting into her, felling the sweat dripping from my forehead. Her vagina was contracting violently and I felt my cock being squeezed. She was playing with her nipples and moaning uncontrollably by this point. I felt I was about to cum, but I couldn’t let it finish there, I wanted, no, I needed more. It took all my will power to take my dick out of her. I leaned forward, while putting a hand on her breasts. We kissed, pressing our bodies against each other and started swiveling, almost as if we were dancing. After two minutes she pushed my body away from hers and said ” I want to try anal. I’ve never done it before.” Neither had I. She turned around and placed her huge ass bent upwards, pointing directly at me. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. My dick was so wet from her pussy that I didn’t even need lube. I pushed it into her ass, very carefully. It was extremely tight. When it was all the way in, she leaned her head backwards and I saw her toes curling. She started massaging her clit with her hand. I grabbed her firmly by the waist and thrusted as hard as I could. By this point I could no longer distinguish her screams from mine. I kept going nearing the orgasm. I scream aloud, “I’m coming!”. She quickly turned around and grabbed my balls, placing my cock in her mouth. I came instantly. I was shacking and thrusting violently, while moaning. She grabbed me by my legs and held firmly. I came for at least 20 seconds straight, felling completely ecstatic. When I finished she pulled back, revealing a mouth completely full of cum, and then swallowed it. We both smiled. I sat on the bed next to her completely exhausted. We laid there for a bit, talking and giggling. More than ten minutes had passed, but I was still felling euphoric. After we had recovered from our intense experience, I asked her if she was ready for round two, but before she could answer, my wife came into the room…
What did you think? Would you like to see a part two? I have other stories in mind as well, so let me know if you liked it.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/t8shtl/a_flaming_hot_reencounter_with_a_redhead_friend