She had just applied her make-up when the phone rang. The voice on the other end made her pussy quiver and wet just hearing it. What are you doing calling me on a Saturday morning? Where is your wife?
He told her they had another fight and he decided to just head out this morning and could not wait to see her. It had been months since they had any time together and they had yet to consummate their relationship the way they both desired.
The drive up left him time to plan things, to go over all what they had discussed all these months. He was finally going to fuck her, the way her ex had never done. He was going to put the passion back into both of their lives, starting off what was to be an incredible long union, the way they both desired.
Their new life was going to begin with an intensity that could only be achieved by two people who had matured, who had experienced enough to know what it was going to take to last for the rest of their lives together. They had the intellect, they had the compatibility outside the bedroom, now they were going to see if they rocked in the bedroom the way they both were sure they would.
Luck was on his side, the front door to the condo was open, movers moving in other tenants. He was hoping to surprise her without buzzing up, and then he made his way up the stairs, looking for apartment 217. As he walked, he heard her voice, and he looked down the hall to see her walking towards him. His heart raced the closer she got and finally he scooped her up, twirling her around and around. She felt like a paper doll in his arms he was so excited holding her, and then he finally held her against the wall, her toes barely reaching the floor as he kissed her deeply, passionately. She returned the kiss as eagerly, her tongue exploring his mouth, her hands running through his salt and pepper hair, pulling him closer. His hands ran over her beautiful round ass, up to her perfect tits, not sure where to go next, what all to caress, trying to get it all in like a love struck kid getting his first taste of sexual contact. You could feel the sexual tension, both of them breathing heavy, both shaking from the inside out.
Finally they broke apart and she told him how happy she was, how excited to finally show her what was soon to be their new place. He held her hand, then felt her bottom, then held her hand, as they walked to the door.
Once inside, they pulled each other close, kissing again, her hands running over his ass, pulling him close as she ground her pelvic area into his, wanting to feel his apparent hardness for her, against her. She knew the effect she had on him, and how he affected her. It was like out of a movie, a fairy-tale. They had finally found the right one, the one that made it finally make sense.
Her lips tasted sweet, remember how she tasted earlier that year when they were stealing kisses. The old saying was true at the time, stolen kisses tasted best, but it was hard to argue that right now, it was just her kisses, stolen or not that tasted better than anything he had ever tasted before.
With both sets of eyes open, they stared, they longed and finally they saw their future together. Finally they pulled apart and she asked him if he wanted a coffee. Nervously he nodded his head and he thanked her when she gave it to him. He was sitting at the island, a bar style chair and she half sat on his lap, half standing as he ran his hands up and down her back, one moment in her back pocket, the next caressing her sides, her waist.
They talked small talk, and slowly she half pulled, half dragged him down the hallway.