About a year after I had left my previous job, an old co-worker sends me a message, asking if we could catch up over drinks. It was out of the blue, but I agreed to it. After all, I had once been in love with this girl.
When I met Erin, I instantly had a connection with her that I had never had with someone before. We just- clicked. She was funny, shared a love for music, and she was absolutely beautiful. We became great friends and nothing more. We were both happily married to our husbands, and neither one of us would consider taking our relationship any further than friendship.
Until that night.
As we sat and enjoyed our drinks, I started to feel the rush of excitement and butterflies that I had had when we met the first time. As she talked about her life and her family, I could feel myself admiring her features. Her bright blue eyes, her freckled button nose, her luscious pink lips. I tried to stay focused on her story so she wouldn’t notice, but I can’t help thinking that she did.
We finished up the last of our drinks, and thought we could call it a night. We head out to the parking lot, where we had parked close to each other.
“This was so nice! We’ll have to do this more often. I’ve missed you!” She says.
She missed me? “Nah, you didn’t miss me that much, you’re just drunk”, I tease.
She laughs, “No, I really have!”, and playfully hugs me. She smiles and looks up at me, pulling away from the hug. And then she stops, smile fading, and we stare for a moment, still halfway embraced. I’m immediately nervous, wondering if she’s thinking what I’m thinking. I lower my hands to her hips, and she places her hand on the back of my neck, drawing me in.
Our lips meet, and I feel a rush that I have never felt before. Her warm, soft lips taste of strawberry, and I want more. I slide one of my hands onto her lower back, reaching under her shirt, and pull her closer so our bodies are pressed together.
As we pull away, she exhales softly on my lips, and looks up at me with her bright, ocean eyes and says,
“Coffee at my place?”
The thoughts and emotions that coursed through my mind on the car ride to her house were all over the place. Was this real? Is this actually happening? What will my husband think? What will her husband think? Will they even find out?
I follow her into her driveway and pull up next to her. We get out of our cars, and she invites me in.
“What about your husband? Your kids?” I ask.
“They’re gone for the weekend. It’s just the two of us.”
*Just the two of us*. I am instantly turned on, thinking about how I have always wanted to hear those words. I follow her inside, and she starts a pot of coffee.
The awkward, sexual tension between us is so strong. We each want it, but neither of us knows how to start. She comes over and sits next to me, and we both sit in silence, eager with anticipation. In order to break the awkward silence, I say,
“That’s a pretty nice rack you’ve got there.”
She blushes and smiles, “What?”
I point to the wine rack in the corner. “That rack. It’s pretty nice”, I tease.
As she lets out the cutest little laugh, she puts her hand on my thigh. The feeling of her hand being so close excites me, and I lock eyes with her. She softly smiles and bites her lip. I could barely wait for what may happen next.
She straddles me and begins to kiss me with much more passion that before. I start to unbutton her shirt and slip it off her shoulders. She’s wearing a gray, see through bra that teases me with her nipples. I unhook her bra and slide my hands over her breasts. She gasps on my lips, and the need for sexual pleasure outweighed the fact that neither of us had ever been with a woman.
I began caressing and kissing her breasts, enjoying the sounds of her quiet gasps. I lay her down on the couch and pull her pencil skirt over her hips, tossing it on the ground. Her underwear matched her bra, which made me wonder if she knew this would happen tonight.
I spread her thighs apart and slowly kiss them, starting at the knees and working my way down. She’s shaking and breathing heavily, and I cannot wait to please her. I take off my shirt, and I slide her underwear off. I lower my head towards her vagina, and I stop, escalating her anticipation.
“Please” she whispers. “Please.”
I immediately start massaging her clitoris with my tongue. Circular motions, going fast and slow, with an occasional use of my lips to suck it. She can barely take it. Her body stiffened, her moans of pleasure echoed in the quiet house. Her hands were entangled in my hair, and she begged me not to stop.
I knew she was nearing orgasm, so I decided to start fingering her. I slid two fingers in and out, faster and faster. She came so hard, moaning loudly and rolling her eyes back. I crawled up next to her, and massaged her clitoris so that she could cum a few more times. She was panting from exhaustion, and I as I started to cuddle her, she pulled away. I thought something was wrong until she whispered “your turn”.
I had been really close to orgasm when I was pleasing her, but this turned me on even more. She took off my pants, then my underwear. I was nervous again, and started to say something about it when I completely lost track and was in a whole new world. She had started to go down on me, her luscious lips and tongue massaging my clitoris. I was in a daze. She was so good, such a tease. I tried to run my hands though her hair, but she grabbed my wrists and pinned then against the couch. She started going faster and faster, sucking my clit. I came, and she continued. It was unlike any orgasm I had ever had. She too continued to finger me, making sure that I came multiple times.
When we had finished, we just lay together. I curled her hair around my fingers and traced lines across her body. We flirted and talked for hours, throwing in an occasional kiss or two. In that moment, we had completely forgotten about everything else. We fell asleep on the couch together, our bodies intertwined.
As we ate breakfast in the morning, we both sat in somewhat of a daze. My sexual fantasy turned out to be the same as hers, and we were finally able to share it. We knew that we had to continue our lives, but wanted to continue this as well. From then on, we “went out for drinks” whenever we could. Our husbands knew about the drinks, but nothing more. Each night out was just like the first: intense emotions, incredible sensations, the rush of sneaking around. I love her, and I’m so glad we were able to catch up.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/8ojtuc/catching_up_ff