Through-out my 20's and in some of my 30's I had a wonderful friend with benefits. The first night we met, we were both 20 years old (we are 45 now) we ended up having sex on the floor at our friend's parents' cottage. Grace and I were never a "couple", we never really dated, though we did go out the odd time, our meetings were always about having sex.
My group of friends and her friends began to hang out quite a bit through our 20's but I never told my friends about the arrangement Grace and I had. She admitted to telling a couple of her friends about it. (That is actually an interesting side story!) We both decided it should be kept just between us and telling people about it would only lead to unwanted issues. We were both happy with our get togethers and we didn't need any pressure from people thinking it should be more than what we wanted.
Our "booty-calls" (for lack of a better term) continued while we both dated other people, and even after her engagement and into the start of her marriage. It only stopped when I met my future wife. Over the years we continued to just see each other occasionally when our friends got together. But we never continued with our fun, that is, until a couple weeks ago.
Grace is a lovely lady from Korea. She's about 5ft 4, and slightly on the larger size for an Asian. Broader shoulders, long dark hair, big brown eyes, full luscious lips, and large firm breasts with sensitive pyramid nipples. For the last while I found myself with a touch of Asian fever and of course I began to think about Grace.
Out of the blue, a couple of Saturday's ago, I sent her an email telling her I'd like to see her again. I added I'd be going into my work Sunday so I could get extra work done. Nobody would be there to bother me. I knew she lives close to my work. A couple of hours later she sent me a reply asking what time I'd be there and she would make an excuse to leave her house to see me. I knew this would be fun.
On that Sunday afternoon I saw Grace pull up in the parking lot. She didn't know I saw her through the window of my office. She sat in her in her car fixing her hair and adjusting her clothes slightly. I watched her walk up to the front of my business and knock. I made her wait a minute, then I went to the door.
She gave me a big, lovely smile as I came to the door. She had on a loose fitting dress, which showed off some cleavage and would keep her cool on this hot day. After I opened the door she came right in and gave me a big hug. We greeted each other like old friends.
I poured her a beer (I work in a craft brewery) and we sat down and chatted for quite awhile. We were chatting a lot and I was beginning to wonder if this was going anywhere. We needed a change of atmosphere so I offered her a tour of the brewery. As I showed her the brewery I put my arm around her waist. She turned and said; "You're an ass! You think you can just call me after ten years and think we're going to start fucking?!"
I replied honestly; "Yes."
"You ass" she stated but I leaned down and started kissing her. She then pushed me back, slapped my face, but then she leaned in and started kissing me. Her tongue darting into my mouth.