Not so distant memories, IX

You feel your hardened nipples press against the lace of your new bra.  What had started with slight and gradual teasing through your thong has transitioned to aggressive teasing.  The sides of your little black dress are now pushed up past your hips and he’s occasionally used both hands to caress your inner thighs and slide up and down the soaked, slippery material of your new thong.

With force, he moves you by the hips so that you are now practically sitting in his lap, facing away from him.  You moan as you feel his swollen cock rub across your ass as you nestle down into him.  To anyone on the other side of the train it would look like you are just laying across him, resting, and you close your eyes in hopes that you can sell it.  To anyone within a row or two, it would be a different story.  He pulls your dress up above your hips completely and guides your legs open before rubbing you firmly, up and down.

His breath blows past your ear and he whispers “You’re so wet for me.”

“Mmmm hmmm.”

He moans as he more aggressively pets you for several moments.  How much time has passed since he started?  1o minutes? 20?  The stop near the Hyatt can’t be much further. Suddenly, he stops and then you feel firm smack as his hand slaps down onto your clit. You breath in violently and open your eyes, worried that the sound him playing with you echoed all the way across the car.  Nobody seems to care, though.  Immediately, you feel another slightly firmer smack. And then another. Your senses heighten and your breathing reaches what feels like an incredibly fast rhythm.  How does nobody hear him or me?

His fingers work underneath the thong completely and then inside of you. He chuckles.  You moan in response.

“Good girl,” he says.

“What?”

“I can tell…” he kisses you and slides his fingers back out and then fixates in on your clit.  He rubs in circles and you feel you back arch against him a little.

“What?” you finally say in between breathing and twisting in his lap.

“I can tell you haven’t had a guy in a while.” This time you chuckle, pushing yourself against his fingers as he caresses around your clit more and more.

“This week…she’s yours.” You mumble out in between moans.

The train lurches to a stop and the announcement comes on.  Your stop is next.  He steps up his tempo, realizing how little time remains before you get off the train. It shocks you how much you like it when he gets really focused on you.  The sensation of his hard cock against your ass and lower back and his fingers pleasing you in rhythm with you make you yearn for more.  You reach around your back and fumble around with one hand until you find a way to rub his cock through his pants.

You gasp and breath in deeply. “Mmmm. I could cum soon. Is that what you want?”

“It is.  But not yet.”  The train slows to a crawl as you reach the stop for his hotel.  As soon as the train stops moving his hands forcefully lift you up by the hips, helping you stand. To your surpise though, they grab your thong and slide it down forcefully all the way to your ankles.  You step out of it as he pulls it free and smells it, smiling devilishly.  He puts it in his pocket and helps you slide your dress down past your hips once more.

As you exit the train, his right hand guides you, seemingly controlling you at the base of your back.  He isn’t even holding your dress or grabbing you by the hip.  He’s just barely touching your lower spine.  But in that slight touch, you feel everything. He guides you straight into a crowded sports bar, where he escorts you into a corner booth, trapping you in.  His mouth finds yours and his tongue crashes into your with such force once you are both seated…but only for a moment.

A bartender comes by and he orders for you both.  Two vodka martinis.  His hand quickly works its way back between your legs, this time finding little resistance.  He leans in and kisses you while he spreads your wetness across your groin area slowly before stopping and bringing his mouth to your ear.
“It’s almost nine right now. Two hours from now you’re gonna be cumming all over my hotel room.”

You lean in against, pressing your firm breasts against his arm and chest.

“I could do that right now if you want.”

“I know you could.  But I don’t just want you to cum hard.  I want more than that.” He winks and kisses you again, all the while teasing you with his fingers.  You decide two can play this game.  You lean in and kiss him some more and reach down and gently start rubbing up and down his cock through his pants.

Not so distant memories, VIII

You wait anxiously for his arrival in one of your usual spots.  It’s an upscale wine and martini bar in an art district on the outskirts of the city.  You’ve been there many times with him and stayed in the hotel across the street on the nights when neither of you cold make it back to your place.

You stare down at your near empty martini glass, playing with olives that are barely floating above the bottom the glass.  You shift periodically on the bar stool, uncomfortable in the little black dress you chose for the night’s activity.  It fits tightly but without constricting your breathing.  If your breasts were any bigger, though, you wouldn’t fit in it all without spilling out over the top.  Sitting on top of the bar stool forces the flesh of your thighs to test the strength of the fabric, making it awkward anytime you shift your weight or try to re-position yourself at all.  You chose black sandals to go with the dress.  One dangles from your toes and the other is almost forgotten down on the floor beneath you.

Underneath your dress you planned to surprise him by wearing the red and black thong he loves again but then changed your mind at the last minute. Instead, you’re wearing a new matching lavender lingerie set that is heavily adorned with lace.  You want to make an impression when he sees you in it and think he will enjoy how you can almost see your nipple through the lace.  Almost.  Just as the dress, though, it fits awkwardly and you cannot stop yourself from itching or readjusting it every so often.

Two more slow martini’s pass and you start to wonder if he is going to come at all.  Anxiety, disappointment, disbelief, and discomfort build up inside you.  How could he stand you up after all that happened this week?  It isn’t like him, you reassure yourself over and over again. You begin to think about leaving soon when you receive a text from him.

Sorry got hung up. Can you just head over to my hotel?  The Hyatt downtown?  You can take the train…

You reluctantly agree. You feel relieved, but not completely. You aren’t wild about the idea of waiting another 30 minutes to see him.  You down the last martini quickly, feeling numbness spread from throat to your sinuses and then out to your cheeks.  One more and you’d be drunk, you think to yourself and as you focus your energy on walking down a few blocks to the train station.

A new train pulls up only moments after you arrive and hastily hop on board, escaping the chilly air outside.  You didn’t plan on being out that long.  Not in this dress. You walk toward the back of the train, avoiding eye contact with everyone as you do.  You glance down at your phone. Nothing new.  He didn’t even tell you what room to go to…not like him.

You lean your head against the window and stare out as the train lunges forward.  You hope everything works out with him tonight.  You spent all week focused on him and you never once imagined the possibility of not meeting up with him.

The train slows to a crawl as it arrives at a stop before lurching forward again.  You close your eyes briefly, trying to relax and get a grip on your nerves.

You hear a laugh off to your side followed by a familiar voice. It’s him

“What on earth are you doing here?” He jokes with a wink and a smile.  Relief washes over you completely at the sight of him standing in the aisle of the train, slowly moving toward you.  He is wearing a light grey suit with a blue shirt and patterned tie.  You’ve known he’s had a job that requires him to dress up every day but seldom see him in those situations.  Everytime you do, you resist the urge to rip them off his body.  He slides into the seat next to you and kisses you before you can answer him.  You whimper slightly and lose yourself in his kiss for several moments, stopping only when he does.  You smile back at him and feign anger.

“I can’t believe you were going to stand me up back there.”

“Who said anything about standing you up?”

“You said to meet you at our usual spot…”

“No, I said wait for me at our usual spot. You can check my text.” You slap him playfully and shoot him a glare that is harmless.

“You do have a room at the Hyatt, right?  That wasn’t a lie too was it?”

“Oh.  We have a room,” he declares with a deep smile.  You match his stare and smile for several moments before breaking the silence.

“Well, you have me here…how are you going to entertain me?”  He laughs, sitting closer to you in the seat before glancing around the train.  You follow what you imagine to be his line of sight.  The closest people are on the other side of the car now and most of them are dozing off as the train lunges toward one of many destinations.

“Well, I had an idea…” he whispers in your ear, touching his lips against the edge of your ear as he does.  You fight at first but give in and feel a shimmy shoot down your back at the mere presence of him near your ears and neck.

“What did you have in mind?” you ask, instinctively tilting your neck just enough to let him kiss under your ear and down your neck a bit.  His hand works down one of your thighs and then up the flesh of your inner thigh, forcing your skirt up a little as he does.  He kisses your neck lightly but not continuously.  He pauses, checking to see if anyone is watching what he’s doing.  Slowly his hand works higher up your thigh and you feel his fingers flicker over your new thong for the first time.  He moans and keeps rubbing your inner thigh, occasionally returning teasing you by running his fingers against the thong.  At long last, he finally flicks a finger across your clit through your thong.  You bite your lip.  He kisses your neck again and then breaks the silence once more.

“What do you think?” he asks while working a finger just underneath the thong, teasing you more and more with each passing moment.

 

Not so distant memories, VII

You’ve barely been able to function in the two days since you found out he was coming into town.  You tried hanging out with your sister more the first day and drank yourself into oblivion on the first night.  But you couldn’t keep that going all week.  Yesterday losing yourself in your job helped for the most part and you were so dead tired you fell asleep on the couch in what you wore to work.  But today already seems like it will be different.  Work is slow and you know you only have to wait until tomorrow to see him.

You are busying yourself double-checking the work you did the day before when your computer pings.  A moment of relief washes over you as you think maybe it will give you something to do for awhile to make you forget about him, if only for a moment.

The email is from him. “Important :)” is the subject line.  You hover the mouse over it a little bit before breathing deeply and clicking on it.

What are you wearing?

You glance over your shoulders, quickly and nervously, upon reading it.  Almost as if you could feel him watching you. Silly.  Your cubicle is the last in your part of the office and most of your neighbors are in a meeting downstairs.

What do you think? I’m at work, remember?

You bite down on your lip as type back to him, anxious and stressed.  Not because he’s emailing you but because a feeling deep inside you is telling you where this is heading.

I know. So am I. 🙂 What are you wearing?

Why don’t you just get here already and see for yourself? 😉

You glance at your calendar for the rest of the day.  Nothing. Again, he emails you asking you what you are wearing.  You laugh, frustrated by not being somewhere more safe to play with him.

I should really go.  Busy day here

A lie.

Come on, what are you wearing?  I’m stuck on this call for another hour and I need your company. 😉

Again, you catch yourself looking around, making sure you are alone.  You start typing a response when he emails again.  The subject says “SEE” and you can tell there is an attachment.  You are eyes fixate on the screen as you open it.  A picture of his crotch fills up your screen.  He is wearing blue suit pants with subtle grey striping.  Your attention quickly turns to what is impossible to miss.  His thick, mid-sized cock is erect, pushing against the suit fabric so much that you can easily make out the entire thing, from the tip to where the shaft disappears between his legs.  You can even make out a small spot near the tip of his cock where his suit pant is damp from pre-cum oozing its way out.  The sight of him pushes that desire you’ve been suppressing for days back to the surface.

A moment lingers and your fingers fight through your arousal and begin typing to him again.

Wow.  Looks like you haven’t had attention in some time…

I’m wearing one of my work shirts and a floral print skirt 🙂

He responds immediately.

That skirt you wore the time we hooked up in my office? Or the one you wore the time to the restaurant without anything on underneath it?

Neither. One you haven’t seen.  Remember the second one was ruined that night? Red wine and…other stains. lol.

Haha “other stains” i love it. I forgot about that.  Damn!  That was a good night. 😉

Yes it was.

What else are you wearing? Tell me about it. 🙂

You sigh, getting more and more aroused.  You triple-check that nobody can see you, bite your lip, and continue typing.

I’m wearing that red and black thong you used to love and a new bra…its all red with lace.

Wow, really? You still have that?  I still love looking at those pics. lol.

You had never forgotten that phase but reading that he still loves the pictures he took of you makes you smile.  He had just broken up with another short-term girlfriend. She just didn’t get him, he said.  He often texted or emailed or called shortly after break-ups. To vent mostly, but also, you thought at the time and still do, to subtly let you know that he wanted you.  He never said it and most of the time you wouldn’t actually sleep with him for another week or two.  But not that time.  That night you talked for an hour and he vented about how vanilla she was but the conversation turned quickly to things he missed about you.  Always sexual.  Your taste. Your skin. Your sounds.  You liked it, even though you worried he was rebounding too fast.  He got another phone call and had to go before things advanced.  Then an hour later he texted you saying he was in your neck of the woods and wanted to see you.

Your roommate was gone that night and you had no other plans so you said sure.  You didn’t even have time to change clothes when he knocked at your door.  It was in the heat of the summer and you were wearing just a white XL t-shirt with the red and block thong underneath.  Almost on instinct, you kissed him right away and you could tell by how he kissed back that he was already really worked up.  The kiss was so hard and wet and sloppy.  Though you weren’t as worked up that night as he was it had been so long since you’d seen him you quickly caught up.  In between kisses you pulled off the t-shirt and his hands and mouth and tongue immediately swarmed the bare skin of your upper body.  It was like he wanted you so much he didn’t even know where to begin.  His mouth finally found one of your nipples and you gasped as you quickly and skillfully worked his hard cock out of his pants.

You stood there with him for a few moments, stroking his cock awkwardly with both hands while he sucked on your breasts.  You squeezed him in your hands gently but enough to get his attention.

“Come on.” You whispered before turning and guiding him gently to your bedroom, holding his firm cock the entire trip.  You lay down on your back and slide up a foot before seductively moving your hands around your breasts, nipples, and the fabric of your thong that was dripping from your arousal. “Come on” you said again, peering up into his eyes as he climbed on top of you.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard.” He said quietly but firmly as he began to rub the whole length of his cock across the wet fabric of your thong, teasing you.

“Come on.” You say again, throaty, unable to mask how much you wanted to feel him enter you.  He teased you slowly, using the length and tip of his cock to rub all around your clit over and over again. “Come on fuck me,” you started to command.  Slowly and quietly, every few minutes at first, but more often and with increased urgency as the need for him to fuck you reached a fervor.

“Show me what you wanted to do with her but never could!” you randomly barked out.  He immediately, pulled your thong to the side and entered you hard and fast.  You both screamed. “Oh yeah fuck me!” you remember screaming over and over again. Within moments he told you he was gonna cum soon. “Please cum for me,” you responded every few moments, wanting him to use you to please himself.  Then quickly, he slams into you hard before pulling out and releasing his load all over your lower stomach, hips, and wet, throbbing pussy.

Almost without thinking your fingers reach down and gather some cum, which you play with a little, pressing it between your fingers and sliding them around.

“Fuck that was good.” He grunted out, slightly stroking his dripping cock before continuing, “I love that thong. You need to wear that more often around me.” He laughed and you giggle in return, as you started stroking him a little before pulling his cock toward your mouth.  You cleaned him off a little with your tongue and sucked him in a little bit when he surprised you by stopping everything and pulling out. “I don’t suppose I can take a picture of that, can I?”

“Of what?” you said, stroking him gently again.

“Of that.” He said, indicating the mess on your stomach and thong.

“REally?”

“Yeah,” he said, gathering his phone from his pants.

“I don’t know…”

“Come on! I wanna relive this day over and over.” You blushed and laughed awkwardly as he begged some more.

“Ok! Ok! Take some pictures. But you only get to keep them on two conditions.”

“What’s that?”

“One, I decide which one’s you keep.”

“Ok fine. What’s the second one?”

“You hurry up so you can come back and finish what you started.” You rubbed some cum onto your fingers and smeared it across your breasts.

The ping of your email brings you back to the present. You realize your right hand is down your skirt, playing with yourself through that infamous red and black thong.  You also realize your shirt is unbuttoned a little, and your bra straps have come loose, having slipped off your shoulders when you must of been touching your breasts as you remembered what happened that night.

Another ping brings you fully back to the present and you sit up and straighten your clothes. Both emails are from him.

I was so horny that night lol. Damn I fucked you hard after that too. 😉

He did, you remembered with a smile.  Though he didn’t even make you orgasm that night.  You close the first and realize the second email has an attachment.  You hold your breath, feeling the excitement and desire build in your stomach.  you quickly realize that there are numerous pictures loading onto your screen and you gasp and bite into your lip when you realize what they are.

Each picture showed his cock in his hand.  They were new pictures because he was clearly wearing the same pants from earlier.  The first two just showed him rock hard, showing you how he was stroking himself for you.  The third showed a large drop of pre-cum on his tip and the fourth his dripping hard cock above a handkerchief completely covered in his cum.

The email only had one line.

Wish you were here.

Not so distant memories, VI

You lay in bed as you remember the hot springs trip, two fingers from your right hand gently massaging your swollen and soaking wet clit. You rub your breasts with your left hand, alternating between each one, occasionally playing with your nipples as you do.  Your lips crack into a smile as your breathing gets harder and harder.  An alarm on your phone goes off, reminding you briefly that you are having dinner with your sister in an hour.  You should really stop and take a shower first.  Your hands and mind disobey. You haven’t even relived the best parts of the trip.

You had sex with him three more times that weekend.  Once in the shower of your hotel room after an afternoon sleeping, sunbathing, and swimming in the main hot springs pool.  You started the shower without him but he joined minutes in, kissing down your neck and fondling your breasts and clit from behind before bending you over and fucking you doggy style in the steamy, hot, shower stall.

Another time later that night after a late romantic dinner at the only Italian restaurant near the hot springs.  The food sucked but neither of you cared.  You were too busy enjoying each other’s company, flirting through dinner.  In the elevator afterward, you pinned him to the wall and kissed him deeply.  Deep kisses and more intimate sex were rare with the two of you but not that night.  You kissed until your lips were sore and tongues tired. Only slowly did he remove all of your clothing that night and when he did he did none of his usual pre-sex routine of fondling your breasts or licking and sucking on your nipples.  Instead, he continued kissing you, wrapping you up in his arms and getting as close to you as he could.  The sex was slow, emotional, and deep.  You didn’t orgasm but you didn’t care.  That wasn’t the point.

Your favorite time, though, was the next morning.  After the long, intense session the night before you fell asleep curled up next to him, wrapped in his arms.  You were naked.  The following morning you woke up to a warm sensation against your lower back. IT was his tongue flickering around your lower spine, tracing the lines of a tribal tattoo design.  You barely had time to realize what was happening when he spun you around, grabbing you by your ankles and positioning your legs where he wanted.

“Who needs breakfast,” you heard him whisper softly before sliding his tongue and mouth down one of your inner thighs before exploring and finding your clit. He licked you softly, responding to your breathing and moaning, seemingly reading your mind, for what seemed like an hour that morning.  You never told him then or since, but you’ve never enjoyed oral as much as you did that morning from him.  And yet he couldn’t make you cum that morning until he finally slide three of his fingers deep inside you and finger fucked you while he sucked on your clit.  After, he picked you up and carried you to the shower with the intention of fucking you there again but you never got that far.  You bent over the bathroom counter and begged for him. He didn’t disappoint.

You quiver in your bed, thoughts of his tongue and cock doing things to your body that final morning of the hot springs trip.  Your fingers are tired and swollen from fingering yourself too much today.  The alarm on your phone goes off again.  You need to leave in twenty minutes.  You roll across the bed to your nightstand and get out your vibrator before flopping back to where you were.  You are shaking, out of sorts, seemingly too horny to do anything else.  You are in a frenzy.  You turn on the vibrator and slide it around your clit a bit until you find a spot you like. How are you going to make it through dinner?  You wonder if you’ll even make it out today.

Your free hand grabs the closest pillow and you bury your face in it as you let out a scream, and even bite it at one point.  You want nothing more than to cum and yet its almost like you are fighting not to.  You don’t want the sensations to end. If only he were here you think as your head starts to spin and your shaking continues.  If only he were here.

 

Not so distant memories, V

When you returned to the room that night he turned on the television and collapsed on the bed while you hopped in the shower.  The taste of his cock and cum lingered in your mouth, making you smile.  If he were any other guy you’d be fuming, pissed that he didn’t immediately reciprocate at the hot springs or when you got back to the room.  But ever since the first time with him on the camping trip, you always just kind of knew that he’d make it worth your time.  You started wondering what the rest of the trip would be like, aroused from the blow job you gave him.  You loved feeling him grow in your mouth. You loved when you made him so hard it seemed like he would explode.  You smile, close your eyes, and let your hands wander down your breasts to your dripping wet pussy and back.  Ready to fuck, you turned the water off and hastily dried your whole body with a towel, which you then wrapped around your body just above your breasts.

You walked slowly and seductively out toward the bed.  You remember seeing his body before his face and to your surprise he was laying down on the bed, completely naked.  His cock was already partially erect as you approached the bed.  When you got between his line of sight and the television you saw his eyes were closed and heard him snore quietly.

You dropped the towel and crawled toward him.  You took him into your mouth again, sucking gently and then harder.  His cock responded immediately and became hard inside you once again.  He chuckled.  You peered up at him to see his eyes close but he was awake.  You kissed up his chest, rubbing your hands up his stomach before climbing on top of him.

Not wanting to lose any time, you started to grind yourself against his cock, rubbing your wetness up and down his shaft.  You wanted to use him. To feel him fill you up.  You stopped to help him enter you and slid down as he pushed up inside of you. He smiled and shifted his head to the side, almost squirming as you start to ride him hard.  After a few hard grinds you can’t help it.

“Fuck me,” you blurt out. You felt his hands slide up to your breasts before gliding around your torso and down your back, resting on your hips.  The gentleness of his touch fueled your desire.  You rocked against him harder and hard.

“Oh my god!” he murmured. “You’re so good at that.”  His eyes fixated on you and you found yourself staring down at him, grinding against him, while your hands wandered up to your breasts and your hair.

You chuckled playfully, almost mad with desire.

“Want me to cum on your cock?”

He didn’t respond with words but with a gentle fondling of your breasts before resting his hands on your hips.  Gently at first, he started to guide your hips and immediately you felt his cock plunge deeper and deeper inside of you.  Every thrust more controlled. Every thrust causing a louder cry to escape from your mouth.

You knew it was coming but still it surprised you.  When you got close you pinned him down and slowly, very deliberately maneuvered yourself against his cock.  Over and over and over again until it splashed over you. You sat up, allowing him to enter you completely and braced yourself as the shaking escalated until you couldn’t take it anymore and you lost your balance.  Your breasts crashed into his chest with a light smack as you felt his arms embrace you, preventing you from falling off to one of the sides.

You basked in the comfort of his body as you recovered.  Minutes later you felt his breathing get more rhythmic and heard him start to snore.  He didn’t even finish, you remembered thinking to yourself in amazement before closing your eyes and joining him in sleep.