This story was automatically created with AI assistance. All characters are adults. 18+.
I stood at the window, gazing out into the rain that wrapped the city in a gray veil. My eyes wandered over the roofs of the old apartment buildings, their facades appearing even older and more dignified in the dim light. It was a typical Vienna Sunday evening, cozy and melancholic at the same time. I sighed and let my gaze drift back into the apartment, where memories of the past awaited me. Tonight, I had a visit from an old college friend I hadn’t seen in years. His name was Thomas, and I wondered if he would still sound as charming and witty as he used to. My fingers nervously played with the hem of my blouse, and I felt a damp warmth spreading between my thighs. Just the thought of him made me tremble inside.
The doorbell rang, and I went to open it. When I opened the door, Thomas stood before me, a smile on his face that instantly transported me back to the past. We hugged warmly, and I felt the years between us seem to vanish. He still looked just as I remembered him — the same blue eyes, the same dark hair, the same way of looking at me as if he truly saw me. His hands rested firmly on my back, and I felt the heat of his body through the thin fabric of my clothes. We stepped back, and I let him in. The apartment was still and quiet, only the ticking of the old clock on the wall could be heard. Thomas looked around, and I could see he noticed the changes in my apartment. We sat down in the living room, and I offered him a drink. We talked about old times, about our college friends, about what we had become. It was as if no time had passed, and yet everything was different. I was now a doctor, and he… well, he was still the same, just a bit wiser and a bit more melancholic.
We talked and laughed, and I felt the tension between us slowly ease. It was as if we were getting used to each other again, like two old friends meeting after a long time. I realized I felt comfortable in his presence, that I could relax without pretending. We talked about our travel plans, and Thomas told me about his last vacation in Italy. I listened to him, captivated, and he could see that I was daydreaming. He smiled and said he’d love to take me on a trip sometime, somewhere. I laughed and said I’d love to travel with him, but only if he promised not to bore me. He grinned and said he wouldn’t, that he’d always entertain me. I looked at him, and suddenly I felt closer to him than ever before. It was as if the time between us had disappeared, and we were again the old friends we once were.
We sat there, and the silence between us was no longer uncomfortable. It was as if we both knew something would happen between us, that we were both waiting for it. I looked at Thomas, and he looked at me, and suddenly the air between us was electrically charged. I stood up, and he stood up too, and we slowly walked toward each other. It was as if the world around us disappeared, and only we two existed. We stood before each other, and I could feel his breath on my skin. He looked at me, and I looked at him, and suddenly we kissed. It was as if time stood still, and only the kiss existed. I felt his lips on mine, his arms around me, his body pulling me close.
The kiss deepened, and I felt myself losing myself in him. It was as if I was in a dream where anything was possible. I felt his hands glide over my body, stroking me, caressing me. I felt my body respond to him, opening up to him, surrendering to him. It was as if I had dissolved into him, as if I was only a part of him. The kiss slowed, and we both took deep breaths. We looked at each other, and I could see that he loved me, that he desired me. I smiled, and he smiled too, and we both knew we had found each other.
“I want you,” I whispered in his ear, my hand gliding along his thigh. “I want you now.” Thomas’s eyes darkened with desire. “Then take me,” he groaned, and his fingers unbuttoned my blouse. I helped him slide the fabric off my shoulders, standing before him only in my black lace bra. My breasts were firm, my nipples hard and erect under the fine fabric. Thomas leaned forward and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it until I moaned. “Your tits are so fucking hot,” he murmured against my skin, and I felt my panties fill with wetness. I reached for his shirt, tore it open, and let my hands glide over his chest, the muscles beneath hard and warm. My gaze fell on the bulge in his pants, clearly outlined. I knelt before him and opened his belt, letting his pants slide down. His cock sprang toward me, plump and long, the tip glistening with arousal. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling its hardness, its heat, and my mouth went dry with desire. “Lick it,” Thomas demanded hoarsely, and I obeyed immediately. I took the tip into my mouth, circled my tongue around the sensitive head, and heard his groan. I dove deeper, taking his cock as far as I could until it touched my throat. He was big, very big, and I felt it expand in me, my tongue gliding over the veins on its underside. I massaged his balls with my free hand while I continued taking him into my mouth, and he grabbed my hair, pulling gently. “Yes, just like that,” he panted, “swallow it, you horny cunt.” The words drove me on, and I sucked harder, deeper, until I felt him fully in my mouth. His taste was salty and earthy, and I loved it. I let him slide out of my mouth, took the tip between my lips, and licked it clean while looking at him. “Now I want to fuck you,” I said in a rough voice.
I stood up and pulled him into the bedroom. My hand glided along his stomach as I let myself fall backward onto the bed. I spread my legs, and Thomas pulled off my panties. He looked at my wet, open pussy, the labia glistening and swollen. “My God, you’re so wet,” he whispered and leaned forward. His
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