I felt as if time had caught up with us, but not changed us. When I saw him leaning against his car, arms crossed, gaze fixed into the distance, I was instantly seventeen again. The years between us melted away like snow in the sun. I got out of my car and walked toward him. The gravel crunched under my shoes. He turned around, and his smile hit me with full force. My heart raced, and between my legs I already felt that moist warmth spreading, just from seeing him.
A Meeting at the Forest Edge
“Lena,” he said softly, and my name sounded in his mouth like a familiar melody. We hugged, briefly and stiffly, as if we had to relearn how to touch each other. It smelled of resin and damp moss. The sun hung low, casting long shadows between the trees. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered, and I felt his breath on my ear. I nodded, unable to speak. What was I supposed to say? That I had dreamed of him every night? That I was cheating on my husband just by standing here? That my cunt was already getting wet just from inhaling his scent? He took my hand and pulled me toward the car. “Come, sit with me. We can talk.”
The door clicked shut, and suddenly we were in another world. The sounds of the forest grew quiet, only our breathing was audible. He turned the ignition key, let the engine run, but the car stayed put. “I don’t know why I called you,” he said. “Yes, you do,” I replied. His hand lay on the center console, and I placed mine on top of it. Our fingers intertwined as if by themselves. The few inches between us felt like miles, but I felt the heat radiating from his body, and my pussy began to pulse with desire.
The Old Familiarity
“Lena, I don’t want to lie to you. I’m married, you are too. This is wrong.” His words were a weak dam against the flood rising inside me. “I know,” I said, my gaze fixed on his lips. “But I still want it.” I leaned forward and kissed him. It wasn’t a gentle kiss, but one full of hunger and years of longing. His hand slid into my neck, pulling me closer. The seat creaked under me as I turned to reach him better. His tongue met mine, and I tasted coffee and something sweet, maybe the gum he always chewed. His tongue explored my mouth while I felt my nipples stiffen under the fabric of my dress, hard and sensitive.
We pulled apart, breathless. His eyes were dark with desire. “This is crazy,” he muttered. “I know,” I repeated, laughing softly. But the laughter died as he took my hand and placed it on his thigh. I felt the heat of his skin through the fabric. “I want you,” he said, each word a confession. “Here? Now?” I nodded, unable to speak. He pushed the seat back as far as it would go and tilted the backrest. It was cramped, but that didn’t matter.
I turned to him, letting my hand glide over his chest, feeling the fabric of his shirt. “I want you too,” I whispered. “I want to feel your hands on me. I want you to lick my wet cunt until I scream.” He reacted instantly, his fingers finding the hem of my dress and slowly pushing it up. The cool air hit my bare thighs, and I flinched. “You’re trembling,” he whispered. “From cold or from me?” “From both,” I confessed. He leaned forward and kissed me again, while his fingers stroked the inside of my thighs. Each touch burned like a hot spark. I opened my legs a little, and he let his hand glide higher until he reached the thin fabric of my panties. “You’re already wet,” he stated, his voice hoarse. “I’m dripping wet for you, you asshole,” I panted. “Because I’ve been thinking the whole time about how you fuck me.” I closed my eyes as he pushed the panties aside and ran a finger over my slit. A shudder ran through me. His fingertip glided through the wet lips of my cunt, gathered my juice, and then stroked over my clit. I arched up as he hit my most sensitive spot directly.
“I want to taste you,” he said suddenly, and I looked at him in surprise. He smiled, leaned forward, and kissed my belly, while his fingers continued circling inside me. He pushed a finger into me, and I moaned loudly as he felt the tightness of my cunt. “So tight, so hot,” he murmured against my skin. Then he slid lower until his mouth was on my center. I gasped as his tongue found me, first hesitantly, then more demandingly. He licked over my labia, collecting my juice as if he were starving. “Yes, lick me, lick my wet cunt,” I moaned, grabbing his hair to press his head harder against me. His tongue circled my clit, sometimes gently, sometimes more intensely, until I felt like I would burst. He sucked on my clit while two fingers penetrated me and stretched me. I felt my climax building, like a wave rushing inexorably toward me. “Come for me,” he murmured against my skin, and that was the trigger. A tremor ran through me, and I came with a scream that echoed in the cramped car. My muscles tightened around his fingers, and I came on his tongue while he continued, sucking up every drop that flowed from my pulsating cunt.
I lay there, gasping for air, as he straightened up again. His lips glistened wetly. “You taste so good,” he said softly. “Now taste me,” I whispered, pulling him to me, kissing him, and tasting myself on his tongue. It was arousing, intimate. “Now it’s your turn,” I whispered, sliding my hand into his lap. I wanted to feel him, properly. So I reached for his belt, opened it with trembling fingers. The button gave way, the zipper rasped. He lifted his hips, and I pulled his pants down. His cock sprang toward me, hard and ready. The dick jutted out of his underwear, thick and long, the tip already moist with precum. I grasped it, letting my thumb glide over the wet tip. “You’re already so wet,” I said, licking my lips. “Only for you,” he groaned. I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth. The warmth and taste of salt and man filled my mouth. I let my tongue circle the tip, then took him as deep as I could, until he touched my throat. He groaned. “Lena, if you keep this up, it’ll be over soon.” But I kept going, wanting to feel him, wanting to taste his cum. I moved my head up and down, taking him deeper each time. His hands tangled in my hair, guiding my rhythm. “I’m going to come,” he gasped, and I felt him tense. Hot cum shot into my mouth, and I swallowed it all, every drop, as his body shuddered. I pulled away, licking my lips, satisfied. “Delicious,” I whispered. He pulled me up, kissed me, tasting himself on my lips. “We should do this again,” he murmured. “Definitely,” I replied, already thinking about the next time.
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