Some things never change

It had been about a decade since we had seen each other. Having recently moved back to my hometown from out of state to raise my new family, I never expected to speak with her again. Selena and I had dated in college and life got in the way. She was Latina with all the typical features. She had darker skin, dark hair, dark eyes and being first generation American, always was unique as she was raised culturally very different to anyone I knew. I suppose that’s what drew me to her in the first place. I suppose that’s what drew me in again this time.

It was a nice evening out. Seemingly another work night in between holidays where I took the opportunity to grab some food and drink with some out of town era visiting during their break from work. As anyone I knew began to shuffle out I finished my drink and grabbed my coat and keys to make my exit. I literally bumped into her weaving my way through the flow of smokers coming and going by way of the door. She had changed her hair drastically and I didn’t even realize it was her as she was in my face.

She shook me and it took me embarrassingly long to register who this was and I feebly tried to recover. She greeted me with a hug, pressing her large chest into mine and she demanded that I allow her to buy me a drink. Selena was married, she had no interest in children and over the course of our shared drinks and conversation it became clear that she was something of a swinger or whatever terminology she wanted to use.

I told her about my life over the last ten years and things loosened up a good amount pretty quickly. We began to laugh, we began to reminisce about the “old days”. That began to feel weird as we really had a bad falling out but I didn’t really want to get into it. Amid her laughter and very on brand elaborative hand gestures she managed to spill her drink and absolutely soak her own coat. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Some things never change!” I said in a chiding manner. She feigned a pouty face and gungbher head in an act of staged shame. She really was the same person as ever. This was dangerous territory. She was every bit as magnetic to me as she was the first time I met her and we went to my friend’s parents house while they were out of town to use their hot tub. She went in the hot tub naked before I even got the cover fully off. We touched and teased each other’s bodies before we smoked another joint, fucked and I came all over her ass. For some reason, the simple act of her spilling her drink and being so characteristically her brought all of this flooding back. It all felt new again. Some things really don’t ever change.

The drink that she spilled, the one that soaked her coat, had fallen to the ground and the glass shattered. The bartender swung around the bar to clean up the glass and mop. We were then handed Salena’s closed out card and shown the door. Sadly, she put on her wet coat and shame walked her way out with me following behind. She complained about being freezing cold so I offered her my jacket which she accepted and we walked out into the parking lot.

We made our way into the lot and got to her car. She asked if I wanted to smoke some weed and I figured why the fuck not. I felt college aged again. We smoked a bit and conversed then I made the wise choice to get the fuck out of there as I now began to get a bit paranoid about the situation I was in. I was also now beginning to get flooded with sexual memories of being stoned with her countless times in the past. The anal incident, the roommate scenario, the countless deepthroat treatments she’d gladly given. I had to go. As she sat in her deiver’s seat looking up at me, me looking down her shirt, I simply said I had to get home and leaned in for a quick hug then walked off.

I had made it to my new, sensible minivan that we’d just gotten for the family and got in the drivers seat. Before I could close the door I heard her voice behind me. “Hey” she said, holding out my jacket. She was now standing there in just her shirt freezing her tits off and her nipples were clearly visible. “You forgot your coat.”

I went to get out of the driver’s side to grab the coat and she pushed me back down and kissed me hard. The force put me back into my seat. She climbed in and straddled me and put her tits in my face. Damn were they perfect. Big but not huge. Round but not fat. The full weight of a Latina ass pushing down onto my cock. I didn’t stop it. I should have but I didn’t.

My hands reached up her shirt and kneaded her tits. I undid her bra almost immediately and she commented something silly like “you were always good at that” and I pressed on, lifting her shirt and sucking on her tits. She gyrated her hips onto me like some sort of high school dry jump but damn if I wasn’t into it. She climbed off of me and into the cavernous rear of my minivan she crawled, relatively unhravefully, to the rear bench. She removed her top and her jeans and asked what I was waiting for.

I made my way back there less gracefully than she had and she motioned for me to sit on the bench. She undid my pants and pulled them all the way down to my ankles. She ran her hands up my thighs and then playfully ran her nails gently over my balls. She teased my fully erect cock with her fingers then grabbed it firmly. She gave it a few strokes. Without warning she took me in her mouth and her lips went straight to my abdomen. All the way. She paused there for a second, either to acclimate or to tease me, didn’t matter which and she moaned in satisfaction.

She began to bob up and down and made a spit sloppy mess of the whole situation, in a good way. She was always a pro at that. I laid back and enjoyed it, I know not to fuck with a professional when they are in the zone. I played with her tits a bit, letting her nipples slide past my fingers as she bobbed up and down. They grew rock hard. She always loved that, if I remember correctly.

After a few minutes of the royal treatment, she rightfully wanted hers. We managed to switch positions and she was face down on the bench with her ass up on her knees between the two captain’s chairs. I needed no further instruction, we were back to old habits. I lined up behind her drooling, blushing pussy and pushed myself all the way to the bottom. One nice firm, yet slow push. I retracted extremely slowly then filled her back up again. Repeated this a few times then settled into a firm medium paced rhythm.

Her ass checks ripples in the low light of the back of the van. The windows steamed up. She moaned, but wouldn’t let herself scream. Things got very sweaty very quickly. I reached underneath her and caught her swinging tits with my hand and squeezed. Through exasperated breath she breathe-talked that she was going to cum. Just like so many times before, when my cock pushed her over the edge, the Spanish came out. I’ve never heard a word of Spanish come out of her mouth other than when she’s cumming.

I grabbed her by the hips and started to pull her ass back into me to meet my thrusts, she pushed with her arms backwards off the bench to slam her ass into me. My balls, which were once slapping against her pussy were tightening in preparation of my cumming. I held my breath and acquiesced to the flood of pleasure rolling through my body and my cum rushed to escape. She started to gyrate her hips to pull it out of me. A point from which there is no tmrwturn, we had learned years ago. I exploded shot after shot deep inside her pussy and she slowed her pace to let me enjoy every last moment. She slowly rose mocked back and forth so I could feel every inch of her moving up and down and I pulled out. Making a mess of the floor with the remnants of this huge mistake.

We cleaned it up as best we could. We cleaned ourselves up as best we could. I made it a point to hurriedly get dressed and motion that I was set to leave. Senior the hint and got out of the van and walked to her car. I drove off because somehow that felt like it could make things better. It had been awhile since I’d been fucked in such a satisfying way that it fucked with me the whole ride home.

I got home to a dark house. I threw my clothes in the hamper and hopped in the shower. I came out of the shower and my wife was stirring asking how my night went. I told her about running into old friends and that I had a good time. I said “some things never change.”

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