I was dozing off in front of the television—typical for a Thursday evening—when I heard the door bell ring. Or thought I did. I wasn’t sure so I continued to keep my eyes closed, then it rang again. So I got up and went to see who was stopping by at--10:45 at night?
I opened the door and didn’t recognize the silhouette so I stepped onto the porch and heard a voice I hadn’t heard for ages. “Hi. It’s me--- Dee,” she said.
It all came rushing back like it always does when I hear her or from her. Suddenly I was 20 years younger and in love---and getting turned on—I was always constantly excited just being near her.
“What are you doing here—and this late?” I asked.
“You aren’t happy to see me?” And she turned on the fake pouty lips—knowing I was definitely more than happy.
“Of course” I opened the door and she stepped onto the porch and fell into my arms. We held each other then tentatively and then passionately locked our lips in a deep, spicy kiss. The first one in 20 years or so.
“Ummmm, “ I said. “Still, here—now? Why?”
She said she was back in town for a wedding and had ditched her entourage for the night. “So I thought I’d stop by…” And she hugged me tightly again, initiating a version of the Time Warp embrace complete with pelvic thrust and grind. No more control on my part I thought.
She pulled back and the moonlight caught her face-still as young and smooth as ever. Full wild hair, luscious, sweet kissable lips and, luscious sweet kissable everything else… She slowly ran one hand down my chest to my stomach and onto the front of my straining shorts. She rested her hand gently but very pointedly on my cock. “Why don’t you keep that thought in mind and go start a warm shower,” she purred, “I need to get my toy box out of the car. Go get in the shower and wait for me.”