I am so late for this lunch party it's absurd. I should've been there already but I have to fill up with gas AND get some wine. Why didn't I do this last night? I grab my car keys, lock up the house and drive to the grocery store.
As my luck would have it the parking lot is absolutely full and I have have to park almost at the end of the strip mall. I lock the car and start walking towards the entrance of the store so I can buy wine, flowers and drive as fast as I can and hope I don't get pulled over.
Wine in hand, I'm walking towards my car and about 50 feet away I see someone I immediately recognize... That strut, that walk, those hips movements only belong to one woman. I remember how those hips feel, how that body shape fits perfectly around my hands and how soft that skin is. You were wearing tight yoga pants, as you always do, and a black top, drinking what I assume to be a smoothie. The closer you get the more I think about our nights together, our laughs and about that lip piercing that I tasted before anyone else ever did. It's been close to 8 years since I last saw you in person.
Of course I say "in person" because I'm always creeping around your pictures and videos. You have always turned me on and you always will. It's not my fault you get better looking every single day.
When you walk closer and lift your eyes you smile from ear to ear. You can't believe i'm standing a few feet away from you. Your eyes open wide, you hand your smoothie to your girlfriend who i'm guessing worked out with you, and you come running. You literally jump on me and I grab you and hug you like I hadn't hugged a woman in years. I kiss your cheek and whisper in your ear how good it is to see you and how that sexy strut can be recognized a mile away...
You smell so good too...
I ask you what you're doing in this part of town, since you moved a very long time ago... "I'm staying the weekend with my friend, just up the street. Leaving tonight, where are you going and when are you going to call them to cancel?" I start laughing thinking you were joking... I can't cancel or be late! I'm fucked...
All the while your friend is looking at us and she says: "this can't be happening... this was the guy you were telling me about just NOW???" I was confused... turns out you and her had been talking about me for real. Your friend asked you about what was like being single back in the day and if you could be with anyone else again who it would be...
You told her about my kisses... about how you love sucking on my lips and how you make me beg to bite yours. You told her about how amazing my mouth feels when I lick and suck on our succulent, huge breasts. How my hands feel so good and warm all over your magnificent body... how my wet tongue feels inside your mouth...or how I deliciously suck on your fingers right before I ask you to put them inside yourself. You told her how my hard cock fits perfectly inside your tight pussy and how I am the only person that has made you squirt.
I need to see that she said, right before I was literally in front of your very eyes. I'm sure she was wet just from hearing you speak.
And there i was...
She couldn't believe it and neither could you. But you just had to tell me about your conversation and naturally I got intrigued, curious, nostalgic and most of all horny.
"Listen, I really have to go but let me walk you to your car and maybe we can talk later" You were disappointed to say the least... It's not like we planned any of this but sometimes life happens and you need to go with the flow. No judgment. Nothing.
