Good Memories Bring Fantasy to Life

It had been at least three years since I had seen Janie in the flesh or spoken to her. Sure plenty of online chats over the years, but since she had moved north only the occasional work trip allowed us to meet up. It had been more than five since we became friends in the most trying of times for the both of us.

She had been badly treated by her long term boyfriend in a heartless breakup where he toyed with her emotions. I had been experiencing difficulties at work due to a poorly chosen fling with a colleague. So at the time we bonded and spent many nights drinking, dancing and flirting, but somehow never made the choice to actually get together.

When the chance for her to start anew in a different city came up we wished each other well and wondered what might have been. There was definitely a spark and on occasion we had found ourselves close to something physical. However discretion usually prevailed and some extended "alone time" to relieve the frustration was all that would come of the night.

So I saw Janie's name on my phone and was quick to answer. It had been too long. I had sent her a message that I would be visiting her new home town and she said she was keen to see me, but we had to talk first, we had to talk about "that one night".

Thinking of the night made me tingle instantly, I felt pressure in my boxers and released myself straight away. "The Night" had been unexpected and crazy, it was the making of our friendship, it was hot and just thinking about it made me grip my stiffening penis and slowly stroke as I answered.

After some friendly greetings Janie got straight down to business, she had a new boyfriend, his name was Bevan and she felt the relationship was going well. She told him we were going to meet and he had asked her if we had any history. She said yes and had told him the whole story. We had never been "together", we had never had sex, but we had fooled around a little, especially on "The Night".

"So I have told him everything that happened, it's the truth, but I want to go through what I told him, because if you meet he will ask and I don't want different versions of history causing him to doubt our friendship. He's a good man but a little old fashioned. So let's go through it. He's happy for me to go and meet you, I want him to trust us."

"Go for it", I was quick to reply. Squeezing my swelling cock a little harder, I was happy to hear her tell the story. I knew how much I enjoyed the memory of "The Night." I leaned back in my chair and flicked my phone to mute, I wanted to be sure there was no tell-tale sign of my self pleasure like heavy breathing.

She began. "So I was feeling awful about my breakup, your housemate Katerine was being a complete bitch to both of us at your place while we had some pre-drinks, which of course you paid for. I chose not to go, stayed with you and had a few more drinks then we decided to go and dance."

I agreed with the short summary and she continued.

"We had a great time dancing, you made me feel special again and I made you feel good about yourself too. As the night wore on we started drawing each other closer. As you gripped my hips I felt you hold me tight against you, I felt you start to swell between us, you almost blushed, but when you saw me smile you started to grind against me, becoming harder and harder. I breathed into your ear and you grabbed me tight with both hands, I felt your cock thrust into my stomach and throb like you were about to explode. Then you released me. We smiled and carried on dancing. That was close."

She was right it had been close then and was again now. I found my hand stroking my full length hard and fast. I stopped to unmute and agree. She continued.

"At he end of our night you went to your room, I went to the spare room and off to sleep it was. Well maybe not for you. I could hear your heavy breathing, so I quietly snuck up to your door and pushed it open far enough to see"

"Umm see what" I asked just a little puzzled.

"To see you stroking your self. I watched you. It's the first time I had ever watched a guy, it was almost hypnotic. Watching you stroke faster and faster, breathing heavier and heavier. Stifling what I am sure was my name as you shot that massive load of cum across your stomach. I'm sorry I never told you, but it was just so hot."

She was right it was, I picked up the pace to match the story.

"So I have seen you naked, I have seen what you've got and how you use it, so I had to tell Bevan and now you. I'm really sorry I spied on you, I hope you aren't angry."

I was far from angry. I told her I was thankful for the heads up and would be looking forward to seeing her in a few weeks. I hung up and released another massive load, this time not stifling her name. What a secret to tell me now. Far too late to do anything about it.

As the weeks went by we spoke a few more times and reacquainted ourselves. Now there were no secrets and we both admitted that we really thought a lot about each other and perhaps back in the day we really could have had something. That we had a connection, but those times were past.

I confessed "I know I would be aroused around you" and she replied "I know I would have contain myself, because well, it's you."

I promised her, "If you were to say, I will not go outside the boundaries of my marriage, I would honour that for both of us."

She was clear in her response, "OK..I would say that. But I think I would indulge at least in a warm embrace" and giggled.

I laughed as well adding, "And if with you up against me I were to get hard I would not ask you to touch me, but I might show you how hot you make me. Just hold you against me and feel the rough fabric of your jeans. nothing against your skin, your hands above the waist around my back, just hold each other in a close slow dance."

The giggling stopped. Quietly, almost deadly seriously she added, "My head buried in your chest, almost in tears trying to resist what I really want in this moment."

I took a breath and responded with, "You might feel me get hard between us, you know what is rubbing up against your jeans, perhaps slightly over the belt, almost touching the skin of you belly under your loose shirt."

I could hear her breath quickening as she replied, "And I look up at you, feel your hands slide up my back to my face and lean down and kiss me, as I stretch to reach you, your cock grazes my stomach."

Now in the moment I couldn't help but continue with, "I hold your head affectionately with one hand, the other in the small of your back holding you close. The feel of your skin causes a throb and drops of precum dribble against the soft skin and roll down into your jeans." Feeling I had overstepped I waited for the call to end.

But she continued as I heard her breath become short panting breaths, "My hand trails from your shoulders to your chest, down my cleavage, lingering at the choice. Then taking your hard member into my hands just leaving them there, spreading your pre-cum with over the tip."

My breath also becoming faster I couldn't help but follow on, "As I slowly move my hips back and forth, your hands stay still, but I push slowly up and down between them. I worry the promise may already be broken. I take your hands in mine, put your fingers to your lips so that you can taste me and pull you against my body."

That was too much. The call abruptly ended. But we soon spoke again, each call becoming more and more of a fantasy. We knew that was all it could be. Soon it was time to board the plane and meet again. When that time arrived we both knew none of our vivid thoughts could become reality. Just old friends getting together. It would be fine.

Each time her named appeared on my phone my heart raced. A quick chat, a deep talk, the blood always rushed the same. I see her in my minds eye, I feel her as I swell below, how many times I have fondled and stroked, how many times I've cried out as a flood of passion shot forth in her name. I dreamed she could see, watch each fevered stroke knowing I dreamed of her, mounted upon me, crying out in her own ecstasy.

But now to meet her, a flesh and blood person, no dream, no fantasy. Real life with its real consequences saying no. Great her as a loved one not a lover, save the dream for the alone time to come.

We arrange to meet at my hotel where she would drive me to her house for dinner. On arrival I receive a call from the lobby. I tell her to come up to my room, I am just finishing my preparations. I will leave the door ajar.

I apply the final touched to my hair, add some aftershave and walk out of my bathroom ready to go She's there! But not ready to leave for dinner at all, instead dress thrown aside, bear to the world all the mind imagined and more.

Blood rushing, passion swelling, a careless flick of the right hand and my penis is exposed. How I have longed for her to watch as I wanked it for her. A grip, a stroke, a groan. Stand firm, display but hold fast to your principles and she will demand the same, hold fast the growing sign of passion, at last she will watch as you watch her. But no further, as promised.

Strong thoughts, planned well, but now the body is stronger than the will, no recollection of discarding my clothes, no acknowledgement of the forward steps. Now we stand together, the choice still to be made in our heads, now we are wrapped as one, the choice has been made by our bodies. What choice will take us to the night.

We fall to the bed and she sits on my legs facing me, legs around my hips, my hard cock standing between us as we face each other

She looks deep int my eyes, "I'm not worried about the promise, it's a once in a life time gift."

"Then I leave it to you," I replied.

She wraps her arms around my neck then drops a hand down and grasps me tight.

Holding tight she confidently exclaimed, "I want you."

My hands hold her shapely backside. She feels one hand sliding under as two fingers of the other stoke her through her jeans. Pushing down I feel them become become wet as they press against her.

She raises herself, slides her jeans free and straddles my hard cock, her panties are my only barrier. A finger slides them clear, I lift her and hold her over me. The head just touching her soft lips. I release my grip, close my eyes and wonder if she will allow herself to slide down onto me.

With anticipation I become harder,, but not sure if she will allow me inside her or will rub up against me to tease what could have been.

She closes her eyes, breathing fast, pussy throbbing. Then opens them again to look at the detail on my face and sink on to me. Gasping as she feels me slide into her..

Everything is heightened, my eyes widen as I feel fer soft warmth envelope me. I begin to rock slowly, feeling her along every inch. Then I pull her hard toward me, thrusting as deep as I can.

She can't help but smile,.gripping my shoulders. She moans and begins too ride me. Up and down, first a few inches, then speed and strength build, bouncing deliberately an inch at a time, then more/

My chest hits against hers. Starting to pant, she groans through gritted teeth "Fuck me. If we do this then you FUCK me!"

I rock my hips thrusting hard and deeply into her.

"Ohhhhh that went through me!" she cries bouncing and rocking furiously on my cock. "I can't have you deep enough."

I stare right into her eyes, so excited I feel a rush about to burst from me "FUCK MEEEE!"

Grinding down on me her walls are tightening around me. My arms pull her down as hard as I can, deep inside her I explode. I let a primal scream of "YES!"

Arching her body back, waves of pleasure come over her, "Yes! Fill me!."

Three or four large shots of cum rocket inside her, my legs shake, I moan with pleasure and fall back to the bed.

Laughing almost manically as her body shakes hard, then begins to calm. She is on top of me twitching as she starts to squeeze my cock with convulsions and we look around to what has happened.

She lets out a final groan of pleasure then falls alongside me on the bed.

I look at her and say "I broke my promise, can you forgive me?"

She looks at me with fearsome eyes. "Of course, now clean up, we'll be late."

I snap out of it. That's right still dinner and drinks to come. Time to straighten up and prepare for the night ahead. Do we forget about this now? What's to come tonight?

We quickly dress and head for the car, smiling and chatting as if nothing has happened as we cross the lobby. No idea what comes next.