The road was windy and narrow and the light rain wasn't helping. Even so, I knew the way. It wasn't far. And my mind drifted back to my chance meeting with my old college flame, now divorced living alone a short drive from my home. To relieve some of the tension, we got coffee and sat outside and suddenly it was true confessions.
She told me she thought of me even when she was married when they had sex and when she masturbated. She blurted that she's do anything for one night like it had been back in college.
And I told her that I'd likewise always used her as the model for my fantasies. The porn stars I liked jerking off to looked like her. But I told her that my dream was for something beyond what we'd done years ago. And I told her she probably wouldn't be willing to play along happily. But she said to try her. I told her I wanted a woman to need my cock in her mouth and as far down her throat as she could. And I wanted her to desire my cum in her mouth, on her face, in her hair, all over her body, in any hole. I wanted her to take what she desired. If she wants me to eat her pussy, she should straddle my face and ride it. Since we're both clean, anal sex by whichever of us wants to do whatever is on the menu. And I told her that my consuming passion was for her big breasts. And I would need total access to them for my enjoyment.
So, we decided we'd meet twice. The first time would be for Diane. It would be romantic, sensual, satisfying, and sweet. The second time would be for me. Diane would study up on some porn links I sent her to see what I wanted and would do all she could to measure up. And as I thought about our bargain, I arrived at her rural house on it cul-de-sac lot. I walked up the steps to the porch and found the front door unlocked as we arranged. I locked it behind me and went up the stairs to the master bedroom. I could hear low music coming from inside, tunes from college. I entered and saw the large bed turned down and standing at the foot of the bed was Diane, in near darkness. As my eyes adjusted, I saw she was wearing a sheer robe, hanging open in front and nothing else.
I stripped and hastily deposited my clothes on a nearby rocking chair. When I turn back to her, Diane moved directly in front of me. I slid my hands inside each side of the silken robe and slid it over her shoulders to the floor silently. I bent down kiss the much shorter Diane and I was transported. I had forgotten what an amazing kisser she was. We would kiss for hours, just nibbling, tasting, playing, probing. She had the gift of perfectly matching your kiss and intensity. Our kiss became deep and emotional quickly. I fell to my knees on the thick rug and buried my face between her perfumed breasts. As I had so long ago, I cupped a big breast in each hand and pushed them together to cut off my air. I could feel only her soft, full, warm breast flesh engulfing me. I pulled back to lick and suck them. And here was Diane's surprise.
Childbirth and breastfeeding had transformed her big, beautiful breasts in wonderful ways. Diane's previously pale-to-barely-there aureole had become a dark carmine red. They were ellipses two inches high and an inch wide. And her likewise barely-there, not-very-sensitive, nipples had become almost half-inch-long nubs as big around as a pencil. And from the sounds Diane was making and the way she was squirming as I mock-nursed and suckled, they were much more sensitive than before. Diane took my hand and guided me to the bed.
We kissed and cuddled and petted and touched for a long time. She was so hungry for human contact, never mind intimate contact. Her hands roamed all over me. I had begun working out a few years after Diane and I split. So she got to see what 35 years of regular workouts did for me. She loved my chest as much as I loved hers, it seemed. And she stroked and jacked my cock every way she could, taking it in one hand then the other, then both. She was worshiping my cock. And her hand cradled my cum-heavy balls. Back in the day I knew she really didn't like sucking cock and wasn't good at it, so why spoil her night. I moved down to eat Diane's pussy.
Actually, I kissed my way from her lips to her cheek, down her neck, to her chest, and paused a nice long time for some R&R with those breasts. As she lay on her back the mass of each breast sagged to the sides. I gathered up the fleshpots and gorged myself on them, sucking, licking and biting gently. I felt Diane grind her mound against my chest and I moved down to bury my face in her full brown bush. I inhaled deeply. I instantly recalled every detail of every time we had fucked thirty-plus years ago.