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Flashback At The Falls

Flashback At The Falls

by floorlampvibe
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Notes: This is non-fiction -- a sort of NSFW love letter. It's my first narrative writing in several years, inspired by a chance encounter this morning. It alternates between that and flashbacks, so for readability's sake, I have separated them with "---" It felt most natural to write in the second person rather than to contrive pseudonyms, so thank you in advance for indulging that detail. Lastly, for scenes where there is more action as opposed to build-up, you can skip ahead to "***" Thank you for reading!

This morning, you jogged past me on the trail up to Gorrel Falls. I recognized you from behind by your figure and gait; a testament to how well you've kept in shape in the decade since I last saw you. I thought to call out and say hello, but you were clearly in the zone and had your headphones in anyway. I guessed that I would see you either at the falls or on your way back down the mountain, so I watched you jog on, nimbly bouncing up the rocks and out of sight as a cascade of faint memories of us came into a focused playback in my mind...

---

I remember the afternoon that our mutual friend invited me to join you and his girlfriend for dinner, unexpectly adding the instruction, "collared shirt and dress shoes, dude. It's casual, but you'll want to make a good first impression."

"With whom?" I asked, skeptical that he and his girlfriend knew my taste in women well enough to tee up anything of worthwhile interest.

"You'll see," was all I got in reply.

They didn't know that we'd already met -- we'd had a couple classes and a study group together -- but when our friend and I got to the restaurant and I saw you in your dark blue sun dress, it was as if I was seeing you for the first time. My impression of you as "cute" was suddenly doused with gasoline, exploding into "wow, she's a total smokeshow!" When you turned and saw me, I think the stupefied look on my face threw you because it took a moment for your smile to come into full bloom. We laughed and greeted each other by name, surprising our friends and kicking off a serendipitous evening of drinks, tapas, and revelry. I learned that you were recently single, which quickened my heartbeat. I must have tried too hard to play it cool, because my crushing was obvious enough that you generously threw me a lifeline and offered to drive me home. Our friends were thrilled as we walked to your car, and I admired you for ingratiating them as well as for not letting me become too awkward.

As you dropped me off, my primal physical inclinations were pleading with me to just dive in and make my move. From the evening's conversation about breakups and rebounds, I knew better than to lean over for anything more than a quick hug. I'm glad I'd shaved and even more glad that I dabbed on a little aftershave, because as our cheeks brushed against each other and we exchanged fragrances, I felt you suddenly inhale in surprise.

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That aroma and the moment's sensation of supreme confidence and excitement were clear memories in my mind as I came around a corner on the trail to the base of Gorrel Falls. You were about twenty meters away, stretching your hamstring against a boulder where the trees met the water and looking down at your phone. When you stood up and arched your back, I was transported from that evening in your car to another evening a couple months later...

--- ***

After a few casual hangouts, we moved on to official dates that were definitely leading somewhere. One evening, we were at your place watching House, M.D. and drinking mulled wine. It must have had you feeling playful, because as the episode neared a cliffhanging end, you snatched the remote control and changed the audio to French without subtitles. Bemused, I tried to snatch back the remote to pause the episode and correct the situation, but you were too quick. In the ensuing keep-away scuffle, you flopped onto your back, deftly tucking the remote in between the couch cushions.

I tumbled on top of you as I reached for it and must have tickled your ribs, because you suddenly arched your back and laughed effervescently. In that moment, as your chest rose to meet my face, I felt my blood begin to rush. Collapsing back onto the couch, the smell of your hair surged into my nostrils as my face settled into the crook of your neck. Your laughter melted into a sigh as months of tension between us began to spring free into kinetic passion. We made out hungrily and passionately as the TV resumed into the next episode with French dialogue in the distant background of my consciousness. I remember the House, M.D. title music playing as I picked you up and carried you to your bedroom, buoying the mood.

I laid you on the bed and we made out some more. As our hands began to wander to our waistbands, you pulled back from me and whispered, "just a second."

I sat on the bed as you stood up, grabbed a lighter from your dresser and lit a couple candles. At this point, my blood was boiling over and I was in a dizzy euphoria. You pulled your shirt off over your head as you walked back towards me, silhouetted in the candlelight and making a graceful, intoxicating show of your feminine physique. In particular, I remember your navel piercing - a silver turtle with a tiny opal for its shell - slowly swimming toward me in the motion of your hips until you were standing between my legs. You ran your fingers through the hair on the back of my head and pulled my face into your midriff. I applied kisses there as you lifted my shirt over my head and I kept kissing, tracing upward to your bra as you lowered onto your knees in front of me. I kept kissing onto your neck, then lips, then forehead as you ran your hands down until they were resting in mine. As you looked up at me, I was in a glorious discomfort of arousal, head spinning and with an erection throbbing impatiently against my belt. You were smiling gently and in the dim flickering of your bedroom, your eyes shone like the northern lights. I ached for you.

"I think we're on the same page here," I said, "but I just want to say out loud that we can go as far or stop as soon as you want tonight. I'm enjoying this more than I can tell you, but I know we've been going slow and I don't want you to feel pressure or obligation from my end."

You squeezed my hands then threw your arms around my neck and embraced me tightly. "Thank you," you whispered in my ear. "Respect is sexy." This sent a shudder of excitement throughout my body, which I'm sure you felt. You stood back up, unbuttoned your pants, and as you shimmied out of them, you said, "I'll let you know if you'll do the same."

I knew what you meant, so I nodded as I ran my hands over your body, receding back into the swells of vertiginous excitement. You leaned me onto the bed, kissing me deeply, and as I pulled you onto me, I rolled us over. I worked my way down to kissing your thighs. You shuffled a pillow under your head, rolled your shoulders back, tucked your hips, and arched your back again, in a surging wave of anticipation. I lifted your feet up and over my shoulders, taking in the new and more intoxicating aroma of your arousal. I ran the tips of my fingers along the inside of one thigh while I kissed and licked the inside of the other.

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You reached down and ran your fingers through my hair, pulling me towards you, but I resisted slightly, taking my time and trying to relax enough to not cum in my pants -- I was teetering carelessly at the edge and had to tip-toe back. You pulled harder, so I knelt upright, bucked your legs off my shoulders straight into the air and pulled your thong underwear up and off. I tossed them onto the floor and repositioned myself closer to where you wanted me to go. This time, instead of the pads of my fingers, I lightly dragged my fingernails along your inner thighs as I licked and kissed towards your opening, discovering in exhilaration that you were not only neatly shaved, but glisteningly wet. You arched your back again as I introduced my tongue to your inner labia and slowly lapped upwards to your clit.

The gratifying shock of nerves that erupted throughout your body erupted through me as your moans filled my ears like music. I realized that you were happily convulsing and reached up to massage your breasts, trying to surf the wave of pleasure with you. As it began to subside, I darted my tongue and fingers in and out of your pussy to keep you thrumming. You grabbed my hand and pulled it to your mouth, licking and sucking my fingers between shivers, which I mimicked as instructions for what to do along your lips and around your clit. Suddenly, we were exploring pleasure in some cosmic common language and in mutual, harmonious understanding.

I think we both lost count of the number of your orgasms before you wrapped your legs around my neck, looked down at me, and murmured, "I want you."

"I don't have a condom," I said, kissing my way up your stomach and pausing at the opal-shelled turtle.

"It's okay," you reassured me breathily.

---

Suddenly, I realized you were done stretching and turning back towards the trail's end to head back down the mountain. I don't know why, but I quickly looked away as you headed in my direction -- I guess I needed an extra moment to snap back into reality from my vivid and intense reminiscence. I wouldn't quite have known what to say if you'd caught me checking you out, but that extra moment it took you to recognize me allowed me to compose myself and conjure a proper greeting.

"Hey!" you shouted cheerfully.

"Hey, what's up?" I called back, walking toward you.

We met by the water's edge and made small talk, catching up for what turned out to be barely a minute. It felt a lot longer to me, marinating in the familiarity of your eyes, your smile, your voice, your energy. I knew it best to keep things light and short so as not to disrupt your workout, but I could have stayed there by the falls with you for hours.

"Well, it was great seeing you," you said as you popped an earbud back in.

"Definitely. You, too," I replied as you leaned in for a quick, casual hug. It felt so good to feel your embrace, even just for that brief, platonic moment. "Hey, do you still have my number?" I blurted out as we released, "we should grab coffee or something if you want."

"Ooh, new phone," you shrugged, "duh, it's been ten freaking years! I've purged contacts a few times."

I hadn't intended to make you laugh, but I couldn't help smiling like an idiot. "Yeah, dumb question," I said, "I just keep porting my same contacts from phone to phone, so I can text you my number if yours is still the same."

"Yep," you answered, to my good fortune, adding, "text away. I'm on silent until I'm done with the run, but I'll catch you later, okay?"

"Sounds good. Have fun, be safe," I said, feeling sheepish but levitating as I watched you pop in the other ear bud, wave, and take off back down the trail.

Once you were around the corner and out of sight, I sat down under a tree, breathed deeply, and let the cool shade and gentle whooshing of the falls usher me back into my memory...

---***

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"...It's okay," you reassured me breathily.

I kissed the opal-shelled turtle and worked my way upwards. I reached behind you, unclasped your bra, and helped you discard it. Your perfect breasts heaved up and down with your breathing. I dragged my tongue slowly over your left nipple, feeling it harden. Your breathing quickened as you reached down and gripped my cock. It was fully erect, but I felt it throb and stiffen in your grasp. Then, I felt you reach further down and return your hand to my shaft with a generous application of your wetness. You did this a few times, slathering me as a nibbled your ear lobe between my own shallowing breaths.

"Gawwwwd, I want you," you growled, aligning my cock with your warmth.

I began to rock my hips, rubbing the underside of my shaft against your clit. You tossed your head to the side, panting in the throes of another short orgasm and giving me a few moments to retreat from the imminence of my own orgasm -- I had to last for you. We had so much to savor. As our breaths settled into a synchronous rhythm, you looked up at me. The expression in your eyes was an indescribably beautiful blend of longing, hunger, and anticipation. We both knew that the moment had finally arrived.

I nestled the head of my cock between your smooth lips and pressed gently. You bit your lip and tossed your head back. I pushed in slowly, taking in all the sensations of you and feeling your deep moan reverberate through me. You had one hand on my back and the other on my ass, and when you dug your fingernails in, a powerful surge of sensation shot through me. I plunged the rest of the way into your tight, heavenly pussy.

"Ahh," you shouted in an ecstatic gasp. You started rocking your hips underneath me and I complemented your rhythm, slowly settling in to deep thrusts.

"You are exquisite," I murmured in your ear as our pace quickened.

"I can feel your heartbeat in your cock," you panted in disbelief.

I felt you grip me with fervent Kegel flexes as our tongues danced in hungry kisses. Your flexing became stronger as you approached orgasm, giving way to frantic contractions and enraptured moans. I was soaring on winds of deep satisfaction, watching you buck, shiver, and squirm with pleasure beneath. I thrusted fully but mindfully, the build-up to my orgasm paused by a hint of disbelief that any of this was real. You kept me in the moment, digging your fingernails into my back again and kissing my neck. You wrapped your arms and legs around me and rolled us over. I kissed your neck and breasts as you tied your hair back with the hair tie on your wrist.

"I'm going to finish you," you said sultrily, looking down at me with a devious smirk. "Let me know, okay?"

You pressed me back onto the pillow and started grinding your hips. I kneaded your muscular ass and sucked your nipples as you started riding in long, bucking strokes. I looked down and saw the opal-shelled turtle tossing about while you engulfed my cock over and over. Your wetness was dripping down and onto my balls. When you dug your fingernails for the third time, this time into my chest, I could not pull back the reigns on my rising orgasm.

"Here it comes," I grunted.

You suddenly dismounted and took me into your mouth. You sucked hard on the head of my cock and stroked my shaft urgently. I came so hard I saw stars. You kept sucking and stroking as I convulsed in your mouth, humming with delight as you drained surge after surge of cum out of me. You caressed my balls and took more of me in your mouth as my orgasm wound down, teasing a few rounds of aftershocks out of me as I went limp beneath you. You looked up at me as you drew the last drips of cum out of me and released the head of my cock with an audible pop. Without blinking, you swallowed and kept gently stroking me.

"Holy shit, you are incredible," was all I could manage.

You smiled back, proud and satisfied. You cuddled up against me and we breathed and caressed each other other until we fell asleep. We woke up once during the night for another round, and had a third as the sun came up the next morning.

---

So here I sit. It's mid afternoon and the sun is starting to really beat down on Gorrel Falls. My water bottle is empty and I need to get back down the mountain before I risk dehydration. It has been worth it to relive the memory of us here by the falls and jot down all these details of the most amazing experience of my life. I hope you call or text me. Even though our lives have moved on in the last decade, it excites me to share that for years after we were together, I would edge myself, sometimes for an hour or more, to the memories of your dark blue sundress, the smell of our cheeks rubbing together, the arch of your back, your green eyes in the candlelight, your perfect breasts in my hands, your nipple hardening in my mouth, the opal-shelled turtle, you biting your lip, your exquisite pussy, wetly gripping me as you whispered in my ear, and you sucking me so hard that I ached the next day.

When I'd get to the the edge thinking of all this, I'd dig my fingernails into my thigh and reconnect all the parts of my brain from that night. The endorphins, oxytocin, and adrenaline, all come back and flood my brain, and it was an amazing orgasm every single time. Whenever I'm stressed or worn out, this is still a reliable remedy. If you're somehow reading this, I hope these details take you back to a happy, exciting place. Of all of our brief time together, thank you so much for the gift of that evening.

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