She was sitting at home. Quiet flat. Nobody around. Just watching a bit of fluff TV when she hears the familiar sound of a txt message arriving on her phone.
"L, its M. I'm in London. Meeting cancelled. I have a few hours before I have to get back home. Want to meet for a drink?"
She hasn't seen him in years, and yet the memories come back in a flood. Is he serious? After all this time? To meet in person?
She knows this would only be a brief, flirtatious meeting, but she feels the warmth in her body rise, as she replies. "Sounds good". She gives him the name of the area she now lives in, and they arrange to meet in a local wine bar.
One hour later, and she walks into the bar, and spots him over in a corner, watching her with a smile. She walks up to him and they give each other a big hug. Just like the last time they saw each other, they squeeze each other tightly and smell each others scent.
He loves the feel of her warm body as it presses into his, and he wraps his arms around her back as she places her head over his shoulder and squeezes him back. 30 seconds pass, and then another 30. Neither releases the embrace, and they stand there locked together.
Eventually, after what seems an eternity, they separate and look into each others eyes, hands still resting on each others sides. He leans forward and gives her a short soft kiss on the lips, pulls back and says "Hi there!" She smiles, and says "Hi there to you too!"
They smile to each other, and there is an awkward moment, of not being sure what to say next. To break the moment, he turns to the bar, and orders a bottle of white wine and two glasses.
Pointing to a bench seat, they sit down next to each other, slightly apart, but not overly so and he pours a glass of wine for each of them.
They raise their glasses "To old times" he says. "And new ones" she adds He smiles as he raises his glass, and they clink them together.
They then begin to catch up on small talk: what were you dong in london? why was the meeting cancelled? aren't you expected home. All the things that two people can think of without touching on the facts of their personal life's, and the cold realities of their situations.
During this conversation, she shifts her position on the seat slightly, and turns towards him more. Relaxing into the conversation, she starts to lean forward, and at one point touches M's leg as they exchange a brief giggle about nothing in particular. He feels the electricity in her touch, and his mind begins to swim with the emotions of being with the girl of his sexual and emotional fantasies of the last 8 years once again.
The atmosphere changes after the "touch", and she feels it too. His look changes, and she notices that despite the time that has past, there is still some base connection between the two of them. A connection that was never fully realised. Never fully acted upon.
She remembers one thing that he had said to her the last time they met all those years ago, and she looks him in the eye, and lightly bites her bottom lip. Expecting him to laugh, and smile, she is instead met with a serious and lustful look. He leans forward in the seat, slides across so their legs now touch together, moves his arm around the back of her shoulders and his hand up to her head, leans forward and pulls her towards him. No word is said, but their soft lips touch once more, but this time with a more intensive, emotional connection.
She opens her mouth slightly to his kiss, and they brush their lips together, slowly, lightly.
She moves her hand across to his knee, and slides it onto his lower thigh, and gives him the lightest squeeze to encourage him further.
He tips his head slightly to the side, and she does the same. He pulls her head closer to his, and a full connection of soft lips is formed. She lets out a light moan, as she feels his mouth searching and moving around her own. They open their mouths further, and she slips her tongue slightly into his mouth. He reacts by touching it lightly with his.
They begin to lick and suck softly and slowly on each others tongues as their mouths open and close against each others. Oblivious to their location in a bar, and carefree as to whether they are being watched by anybody at all.
He pulls apart from their kiss slightly, looks her in the eyes, "I've been dreaming of doing this again since the last time I saw you, you are amazing".
Her mouth is still slightly ajar, and she slides her hand across his thigh slightly, and leans forward for another kiss without saying a word.
"ah-hem" said the barman. "Here is your bill, unless there is anything else you need?" He gave them a knowing look, and they giggled slightly.
"Erm, no. Thats fine, thank you very much" M said, and quickly paid the bill. "I think he is asking us to take this somewhere else" L said "I think so too." "How do you feel about that?" she said with a very clear twinkle in her eye. "Well, I have a while till I have to catch the train to go back to the real world" he said. "Lets go back to my place then. and we can have another drink there"
Five minutes later she was opening the door to the apartment. A quick cursory glance around confirmed to her that her flat mate was definitely out for the rest of the night. "Make yourself comfy, and I'll go and open another bottle I have in the fridge"
M sat down on the large sofa, and glanced around the new surroundings.
She soon came back with two glasses of wine, and sat down next to him on the sofa. "You know what, it's good to finally have you somewhere more private after all these years" she said. "It has been a long time coming" he agreed.
She leant forward with a smile in the corner of her mouth and reached out and stroked his jaw line. "We should have done this before"
He looked into her beautiful brown eyes, and felt what remained of his defences collapse under the power of this amazing woman.
They kissed once again, slightly harder this time, and his hand moved directly onto her jean covered thigh, and he slid it up towards the top. She moaned loudly this time, feeling more able to be free with the way she felt in this more private location. The kissed hungrily, and passionately, and he moved his hand further upwards till it was above her belt line. She sucked in her tummy to give him room, and he slid his hand back downwards, but inside her jeans. She reached across his chest and rested her hand on his neck whilst she enjoyed the feeling of his hand as he cupped her knicker clad pussy with his whole hand.
He pressed the palm of his hand against her mound, and squeezed and rolled his fingers as they pressed against the fabric of her knickers.
He became aware of a slightly wet area under his fingers, and he knew that she was ready for the most intimate contact they had every had together.
She reached down and undid her belt with her free hand, and slid her jeans down over her sexy arse and onto the floor.
He moved his hand back to her mound and gave it another squeeze. With more room to move he began to trace and tickle the inside of her thighs, as she parted her legs widely to allow him.
She moaned loudly now, as he traced his fingers around her pussy, and teased her with the slightest touch.
"Touch me" she said "If you insist" he replied, and he moved his hand down inside her knickers and onto her pussy directly for the first time.
He slipped a finger in-between her lips, and immediately felt the moist of her pussy surround it. He spread her lips apart with 3 fingers now, and rubbed her pussy fully... feeling his hand slide on her wetness. He moved up towards her clit, and positioned a finger either side, and used the wetness to begin a slow rhythmic rub of her most intimate part.
She began to grind her hips up to meet his hand, and broke away from their passionate kissing and looked him straight in the eyes.
"I am so hot for you right now" she said
M began to slide down her body whilst looking her straight in the eyes. Fingers still rubbing either side of her clit, stroking. He dropped down off the sofa, and positioned himself between her legs, and began to kiss her inner thigh. A kiss and then a lick, a kiss and then a lick. His fingers still moving in a slow rhythm, never stopping. She parts her legs wider and begins to pant slightly as she feels the first waves of pleasure begin to creep through her body. He continues to kiss and lick her thigh, moving up until his mouth is right there, in front of her glistening wet pussy. Spread open and waiting for his tongue. In one move, his fingers slide down away from her clit and move inside her, thrusting as far as they will go, whilst his tongue takes over the attention on her clit. He strokes his fingers in and out of her hole, fucking her pussy with his fingers, whilst lapping at her wetness, tasting her juices. He circles his tongue around her, and the slow relentless feeling begins to work its magic. L undoes her top with her hands, and begins to squeeze her breasts whilst they are still captured in her stunning black lacy bra. She feels the pleasure building up, and looks down at the top of M's head as his tongue is lapping at her pussy, fingers sliding in and out of her hole.
She begins to feel the signs of an orgasm build and build, his tongue never stops, his fingers continue to slide, she closes her eyes, squeezes her breasts, she moves her hand down to his head and places it on the back and pulls his head even closer to herself. "On my god, you're going to make me cum" He groans his pleasure at hearing these words and makes it quite clear that this is something he wants to happen. He slightly increases the rate of his licks, and pushes a third finger inside her.
She arches her back and thrusts her pussy into his face as her orgasm approaches, she moans out loud "I'm cumming" He groans with pleasure once more, and this tips her over the edge, She lets herself go, lets the power of the orgasm overwhelm her body, she arches her back and lets out a shout of pleasure.
She sinks back into the sofa, the orgasm subsides. M removes his fingers, and is licking her pussy from the bottom to the top, in long slow licks with his tongue flattened against her, tasting her juices, licking them up, he slips his tongue inside her as deep as he can, savouring the taste of this wonderful woman.
She grabs his head in her hands, and pulls him up her body, he tries to resist, he wants more, but she pulls him up. He licks her stomach on the way up and feels his leg press against her soaking pussy, as their faces draw in line with each other.
She looks him in the eyes. "That was amazing" she says. "I enjoyed it too" he said
