This story is based on real-life events.
My name is Norah. I'm 33 years old and eight years ago, I had the best sex of my life. His name was Greg, and we fucked each other exquisitely for several months before ending things when we both realized that the other one was in love with someone else. It was a confusing time in my life, where I was very casual about dating several guys at once, but all I really wanted was a boyfriend. Greg was not boyfriend material. He often said things I found offensive and he would occasionally blow me off. But then he would be desperate to see me, and every time he did, he gave me mind-blowing orgasms, usually multiple ones.
When we decided to call things off, we had the only deep, personal conversation we ever had. And that's when he told me that he actually had wanted to care about me and get to know me, but I hadn't let him. He was right. I never wanted to get to know him or show him who I was. I just wanted his dick in me, again and again, because it felt sooo good.
For years after, I would have dreams about Greg. About fucking him again. About all the things I wanted to do to him that I never got the chance to do. About the one thing we were edging closer to doing when we ended it.
He had never asked me if I wanted to, which made it even hotter. I liked that he didn't ask my permission. At first, he would just start playing with my ass while he was fingering me or eating my pussy. He just did it out of the blue. And I loved it. He pushed one finger inside my asshole, then another and fucked me while eating me out. This would make me come even harder. One of the last times we fucked, at my place, I was riding him reverse cowgirl style and as I was getting off him and bending over so he could move his legs out from under me and start fucking me from behind, I felt something I'd never felt before. His hands were on my ass cheeks and his tongue was stroking my asshole. I collapsed from pleasure and started moaning "yes" while he explored my ass with his mouth. I felt like I could come just from this and I realized that I really wanted him to fuck my ass. But we never got that far, and suddenly our months-long sexual fling was over.
Years later, I have met the love of my life and settled down with him. We had mind-blowing sex when we met, but as one of my greatest turn-ons has always been being fucked by a stranger, we have eventually settled into a comfortable, but slightly boring sex life. My fiancée is not to blame for this. I think that I am, but maybe this is just what happens after seven years together.
One night, I'm attending a book launch. The author is a friend of a friend and there are several people to chat with that I haven't seen in a long time. And then, there he is. Greg. He's standing at the bar with some friends of his. He looks exactly the same. Not that tall, but muscular and confident. He has noticed me too, and he's smiling at me with a look on his face that says "I remember what I used to do to you. I remember how I made you scream". I have no idea what to say to him, so I hesitate to go over to him. I blush and try to return to the conversation in my group. When I return from the toilet, I find myself walking straight towards Greg.
"Hi." "Hi, Norah." "You look good", I smile. "You look amazing yourself", he laughs.
I can feel my pussy pounding. We find a table and start talking about what we've both been up to. He asks me if I ended up with the guy I was seeing while we were fucking, and I tell him no, I met someone else a year later. He, however, did end up with the woman he was in love with while he was fucking me. They are married and have a kid.
"It's so strange seeing you again", I say, lowering my voice slightly. "I know. I've thought about you sometimes and wondered where you are. I know we never really got close, but our sexual chemistry ..." he says, almost whispering, "I've never felt anything like that with anyone else." Greg looks at me intensely, and I feel my knees tremble. "I know. I haven't either. It was pretty amazing, wasn't it?" I laugh nervously. Greg nods and smiles and lowers his eyes. Is he blushing? Eyes still on the ground he asks me: "What was your favorite part?" "Probably that time when you made me come three times in a row while eating my pussy." He is definitely blushing now, but for some reason I'm not. "What was your favorite part, Greg?" "The first time you blew me. You are so good at that. And when you swallowed, I thought: 'Oh god, this girl is wild. I need to never let her go." We smile and neither of us know what to say. We get another drink and I muster up the courage to tell him something I've been thinking about for so long. I lean over and whisper in his ear: "You know what, though? There was one thing I really wanted you to do, that we never did." I pull back slightly and look in his eyes. My breasts are up against his chest and our lips are just inches apart. "What was that?" he asks, his voice hoarse. I lean forward and whisper in his ear again. "I really wanted you to fuck me in the ass." Greg sighs and places his hand on my back. He can probably feel me trembling. "Do you want to get out of here?" he asks. I nod and we exit the party.
We cross the street and enter the park. In a clearing surrounded by maple trees, we stop, and Greg turns to look at me. "What do you want me to do?" he says, looking at me with an almost painful look in his eyes. "I --" "We're both taken, Norah. We can't do this. I have a kid. I can't be that guy; I don't want to be that guy." "I never said that you should!" "I know, but it feels like you want me to." "I do want you to! I've wanted you to ever since we stopped seeing each other. I desperately want to fuck you again. I want to feel your cock inside of me. I want you to make me come." "Stop it!" Greg shouts at me. I am almost crying. I want him so bad, and yet I know that it's wrong to give in. "I don't know how to fight this, Greg. I'm sorry. I'll leave, and we'll just try to forget all of this happened. Ok? Is that what you want?" I wrap my coat around me and turn to walk away.
But suddenly he's there, on me, with all the wild energy that I loved when we used to play with each other when we were younger. He pushes me up against the trunk of a huge tree, it's almost painful. We start kissing and his hands are everywhere. They rub my breasts, clutch my waist and stroke my long, brown hair. I start moaning. He even brings his right hand up the inside of my thigh, under my dress and starts rubbing my pussy through my underwear. Greg's kissing my neck and playing with my clit in the middle of the park and I lift my leg and place my foot on the bench next to us to give him better access. His touch feels amazing and I turn him around and slam him down on the cold bench and straddle him. I start grinding my pussy on his growing cock and just as he starts moaning, a couple of teenage boys spot us from a distance and start howling. They laugh and continue down the path away from us, but the attention makes both of us remember how close we are to a building full of our friends and acquaintances. "Where do we go?" Greg says, panting. "There", I say, waving my arm to the left and only briefly pausing from biting his ear. "Hotel".
