[M]eeting up again, [F]ive Years Later

Hi readers. Here’s my first story. I realize it’s got quite a wordy intro, but context is important to me. I welcome any and all constructive feedback. She keeps promising me she will post her own version of the story, and I’ve even read part of it. Maybe you can encourage her in the comments.

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I’ve known her for a few years, after we met through work. We both worked for the same company, but at different stores, and I had to pick up a product from her store to transfer to ours. I drove over, and she was at the till. If I’m being honest, the first thing I noticed was her chest. It’s not always the first thing I check out (mostly, but not always), but you need to understand what the outfit was doing.

Let me try to paint a picture – we had recently replaced the uniforms, and these were button-down dress shirts. The ladies’ style was fitted, dark-grey, with three quarter length sleeves. Nice enough style, but the sizes seemed to go from “fit perfectly until you wash it the first time and then it’s meant for a doll”, to “hey little child, does your dad know your borrowed his shirt?” We worked in a commission-based, sales-driven environment, and she was self-aware enough to know what sells.

Not that her tits were the only thing going for her, not by a long shot. She’s beautiful. Short – a little over five feet. Very fair skin, and long, straight and very blonde hair. She wears glasses, framing her already striking, and large eyes that stand out among otherwise small features. Honestly, the only other thing that’s not small on this girl are her tits. Five years later, she’s currently a 32K, but at the time, she was bit thicker, so you could safely scale up.

Outside of some impressive good looks, this is a girl I can get along with, and like to spend time with. After years of talking, we learned we were pretty aligned on a lot of things, including our views on sexuality and relationships. Important for people like us, we seem to be few and far between.

But I digress, back to the shirt. It may have been dangerous to stand directly in front of her, should she blow a button. The shirt was stretched tight across her chest, pressing into her breasts enough to flatten them down a bit, but there was no hiding them. I thought I did a pretty good job of obviously staring, though I would later learn this was not the case. We exchanged a few words, I got the product from the manager, and was on my way.

This was around the time when you would add someone on Facebook if you were once in the same room, maybe not even at the same time, so I almost immediately looked her up and sent a friend request, which she instantly accepted. Seemed like a good sign. We chatted for a while, things quickly became explicit, and long story short, we hooked up a few times. It was awesome, but those are stories for a different time. I ended up moving to a different city, and shortly after, she did too. We both stayed with the same company, I got a job in head office, she moved up in the retail world, and while we would talk from time to time, it was rare. My new role required a lot of travel and we decided we’d get together if we could, but it never took me to where she was living.

Fast forward to last year, maybe April or May. At this point, it’s important to know that I’ve been a military reservist (weekend warrior, if you want to be a dick about it) for 12 years, and I’ve begun teaching at one of the training schools on the base about an hour away from home. When you’re teaching, you get notice several months in advance (sometimes over a year), so you can schedule accordingly. I was going to be there for a week that June. I recalled that she had been working at a store in town near the base. My job gives me access to schedules, so I wanted to see what hers was like, and maybe “drop in.” Much to my dismay, her schedule was empty. That means she’d either left the company, or was on some kind of extended leave. Maybe she was on disability. Maybe she was on maternity leave after kid number 4. Who knows?

But I’d been thinking about her for years at this point. I had one picture she had sent me, the only one of her salvaged from a hard drive that took a shit some time ago, that was used frequently as, uh, reference material. I couldn’t let this go. I was going to be a stone’s throw away, finally.

So I sent her a message. After what felt like 500 years, (more likely an hour or so), she responded. I tried to be coy, “Hey where you living these days?” even though I knew the answer. Just feeling things out. I learned that she had left the company maybe a month or so prior, as she was now working in her field. After some friendly chit chat, I mentioned I was going to be in her neck of the woods that summer, maybe we could get together for a drink, or a coffee. This was another long wait. Thousands of years. My hands were shaking when the response came back: “That sound like a fantastic idea.”

*[Fun fact: this wait turned out to be one minute]*

I was pretty sure I was in, but maybe she really did just want drinks or coffee. A lot of time had passed, and times change. People change. Oh well, we always got along, so at a minimum I could just have a nice time. We chatted a bit more, and over the next few months, talked on and off. Nothing explicit, just friendly.

When June rolled around, and I was on base, the chatting picked up quite a bit. Again, it was friendly, but there was discernible tension, that kept ramping up. Neither of us mentioned what we wanted, and for all I knew, it was still going to be just coffee. Eventually the tension was too much, and I said, “So, we’re talking about fucking, right?”

*[insert a wait that is the sum of all time that has ever existed or will ever exist [also less than a minute]]*

“Kinda, yeah.”

But now, schedules wouldn’t allow us to get together until the last days of the course. So as I put some polish on lesson plans, we start talking about what we want to do, things we’ve never done, etc. I won’t spoil the details, since we ticked most of the boxes. She starts sending photos, telling a story with them as she slowly gets undressed, and then playing with her tits, her pussy, and her asshole. We have a couple of video calls because neither of us can stand the wait.

Finally. Finally. Finally finally finally. Finally the day arrives. It was a long day. And then she was working, and realistically couldn’t show up until 8 or 9. There is not a lot to do on base on a weekend aside from beating off, and I didn’t really want to do that.

She arrived, and I walked out to meet her. It was a beautiful summer evening, and she was wearing a blue floral dress that stops just above her knees. It hugged her waist and hips perfectly, and I could see the material straining across her chest. It had a low neck, but it wasn’t an insane amount of cleavage, but it wasn’t keeping any secrets, either.

Thanks for sticking with me, dear reader. We’re almost there.

We got into my room, and she sat on the end of the bed. There was maybe 3 minutes of small talk. We were both nervous to the point of shaking. We’d fucked before, but there was so much build up that it was like our first time all over again. I leaned in, and kissed her. You know how when you kiss someone new the first time, it’s a little weird, as you adjust to each other’s style of kissing? It had been five years, and it was like it had only been five minutes. A soft kiss to break the tension quickly turned to a pretty ravenous makeout session, hands all over each other, lying on the bed. I had my right hand up her skirt, squeezing her ass, rubbing her already wet pussy through her panties, while my left pulled those enormous tits out of her dress, one after the other. Not long after, the dress was off and she was completely naked, while I was was still fully dressed.

I kissed down her jaw, to her neck, then collar bone, before taking her nipples in my mouth, She inhaled quickly and started to moan as I ran my tongue across them, and gently bit them. I moved back and forth, from left to right, my mouth barely leaving her body as I moved between them. I squeezed them together, bringing her nipples together so I could suck both at once.

She wanted to change things around, so she again sat on the bed, and pulled out my cock. I don’t claim to have the world’s biggest dick, It’s a respectable seven or eight inches, but I’m told it’s got some girth. I don’t really have a point of reference, so, I’ll take it.

She grabbed my cock in her hand and wrapped her mouth around the head. I told you she’s got small features, so it was impressive to watch. It was an amazing reminder that this girl can suck dick like she made it up. She struggled with the last inch or so, but I pushed her head down and felt the cock go down her throat. She’s got no gag reflex to speak of, and loves to have her face fucked.

She moved off the bed and onto her knees, without missing a beat. She kept amazing eye contact while she bobbed up and down, her hand stroking and twisting in rhythm with her mouth. It was sloppy – her eyes were watering, mascara running, and my shaft was coated in spit, dripping down her chin onto those glorious tits.

As much as I would have loved to cum right there, I had other ideas. I pulled her to her feet, turned her around, and bent her over the TV counter in front of me. Her pussy was soaking, and I buried my face in it. She has the most amazing cunt I’ve ever experienced. She has a large clit, easy to find, easy to please. I sucked it, licked it, kept my tongue on it as much as possible. She squirmed, moaned, and whimpered as she came. I reached up and played with her tits, continuing to eat her pussy, making her cum again.

At that moment something came over me. Not sure where it came from. I’d never eaten an asshole before, never really had any interest, but it was staring me in the face, and I just dove in. I flicked my tongue quickly, while I slid two and then three fingers into her pussy, sliding in and out while my thumb worked her clit. I pushed my tongue into her ass and felt her body tense and then relax, accompanied by a deep moan. I felt her dripping down her inner thighs to the floor below.

Neither of us could take it anymore, so I spun her around, kissed her deeply, and then pushed her onto the bed with her legs hanging off. I took one in each arm, put them over my shoulders, and pushed my cock inside her. It was like coming home. Her eyes widened as I slid all the way in, and she bit her fingers to stifle the noise. I held onto her thighs and pulled her toward me as I thrust forward, faster and faster. We were both dripping with sweat, and I would alternate from hard, deep thrusts, to slower while I bent forward to suck on her tits. She rubbed her clit as we fucked, moaning, screaming, nearly crying as she came. When I felt an orgasm building, I pulled out, and straddled her body. She squeezed her tits together, and I watched my cock disappear between them. I thrust between them as she bent her head forward to suck it while I fucked her tits. When I was ready to cum, she sat up on her elbows, opened her mouth, and stuck out her pierced tongue. I guess my aim was off, most of it hit her face, and ran down onto her chest, though some did make the mark and land in her mouth. She swallowed what made it, and we cleaned up the rest

We got dressed again, and went outside to have a smoke or two while we recharged a bit. Maybe 30 minutes later, but probably less, we were back in my room, kissing again. We undressed each other quickly, and she commented that she couldn’t believe I was hard again. I told her that was because of her, and it was for her. This was well received. We continued to kiss, standing fully naked in the centre of the room, one hand on her tits, and one on her ass, while she stroked my cock. I reached between her legs, and again she was soaking wet. I played with her pussy, teasing her clit, and then led her over to the bed. I laid on my back and pulled her on top of me. She climbed on top, one leg on each side while we continued to kiss, until she lined up my cock with her cunt, and slowly lowered herself down on to me. She began to slide up and down on my with her massive tits in my face, which I greedily sucked until she sat up straight, hands on my chest, with her breasts squeezed between her upper arms. She started to grind against me, with my cock fully inserted, gradually picking up speed. I grabbed her hips and helped her move faster and faster, hearing how wet she was, and feeling her squirt against me, running down my body onto the mattress below as she came. She held her hand over her mouth to muffle the moans as the orgasms ripped through her, one after another. Eventually she collapsed on to me, exhausted.

We lay together for a few moments, kissing, touching each other until I reached back around to her ass and used one finger to slowly trace around her asshole. She inhaled deeply, but gave me the green light. I pressed my finger inside, just up to the first knuckle. We had never done anal together, and neither of us had for years, but it seemed that nothing was off the table between us. I asked if she wanted me to fuck her ass, and she simply looked at me, bit her lip, smiled and nodded before saying, “yes, please.”

We stood up and she grabbed the lube from her bag. She started fingering her asshole in preparation, while stroking lube on my cock and continuing to kiss me. She bent over, with her feet on the floor and her hands on the bed, and I positioned myself behind her. She reached between her legs and lined my cock up with her asshole, and guided me in slowly. Remember, this girl is tiny. I figured this might be a non-starter, but I gently slid deeper and deeper, with her calling the speed, and we paused as she needed. Her breathing was heavy, but controlled as she fought through the pain. Amazingly, she took it all, and I was buried in her ass to the hilt.

I began thrusting back and forth, slowly at first, while she kept repeating “oh wow, oh wow, oh wow” in an audible whisper. It wasn’t long before I was pounding her ass the same I would with her pussy, and we were both loving it. I pulled her hair and spanked her ass cheeks, and she started to rub her clit. She squirted on the bed as she came, and I could feel her tighten around my shaft. That was enough to put me over the edge, and I announced that I was going to cum. She told me to please cum in her ass, and I happily obliged, cumming with hard, deep thrusts, filling her ass with my load.

We both collapsed on the bed and eventually rolled apart. We decided it might be a good idea to have a shower together. Afterward, we dressed, and smoked some more. Again we returned to the room, and started to shut things down for the evening. We got into bed together naked, spooning with her ass pressed against my cock. One arm was under the pillow, under my head, and the other was draped over her breasts. Me being me, I could feel my cock stirring again, and I guess she could too, as she started grinding against it. I started to squeeze her tits, pinching her nipples hard, just how she likes it. We started kissing and she turned around, and I was inside of her again. This was a much slower fuck, more passionate than the previous two that night. We whispered to each other about how much love to fuck, and she held my head in her hands while her arms squeezed her tits together. She came, and rolled off of me, and put me on my back, and started to suck my cock, taking breaks to stroke it while sucking on my balls. This being our third round that night, it was looking like me cumming was out of the question, and we slowed down naturally, taking our time until we stopped, and fell asleep in each others arms.

We’d fucked before, but this was some of the most intense fucking I’ve ever experienced. We parted ways the next morning, both heading to work, sleep deprived, and said we’d get together again when I was back on base in a few months. We did five years, this would be easy.

I don’t think we lasted five days. But that’s another story.

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