I watched her walk naked into the room, my eyes devouring every nuance and curve as my heart raced and my flaccid cock began to stir. Her bright green eyes sparkled knowingly and a mischievous grin danced on her full lips. She was beautiful, sexy, intelligent and giving and I loved all of those things about her and more. I'd first met her nearly a decade earlier at a restaurant in Boston. We'd both been married then but we'd been drawn together by a powerful unseen and unstoppable force. Our first night together had been innocent and benign. We had slept together, fully clothed on a small roll-away bed in a hotel room with a half dozen friends. We lay on our sides with our bodies spooned tightly together and our fingers laced together as one.
In the early morning as the sun outside began to rise and the others in the room slept peacefully around us our lips met in a tender kiss. Our passion had risen quickly to a fevered pitch and it had taken every once of self control to stop at just a kiss but our connection had been made and it would not be denied. We were a perfect pair. She was the Yin to my Yang and what followed was kismet but our star burned too brightly and it collapsed, albeit temporarily, under the gravity of expectation.
Our affair had lasted eleven months but we remained connected in mind and spirit even when we had little to no actual contact there was rarely a doubt that we would eventually find our way back into each others arms.
"What?" She asked with a glowing smile. She often displayed more than a hint of self consciousness despite her radiant beauty and I vividly recalled her covering her gorgeous, big natural breasts the first time we were ever alone together.
She'd had a fuller figure when we'd first met but she had been equally beautiful and I'd never been able to tear my eyes away from her sensuous body or her pretty eyes. I'd noticed her eyes first despite her boutiful bosom but I'd always been drawn to a woman's eyes and hers were like sparkling emeralds. She was exceptionally bright and her intelligence was visible her eyes.
"You're beautiful," I replied quickly as my cock ballooned between my strong, well defined skaters legs. I was in my mid forties but I kept myself fit by playing hockey, running and doing pushups if for no reason other than to look good to her.
"I know," she teased playfully as she cupped her hands under her big firm d cup tits. They'd been double d's when we met a decade earlier and while I'd never been a breast man before her she had changed that in a hurry. I couldn't get enough of her body or her mind and she literally redefined my definition of sexy. Before I'd met her I had always been attracted to small breasted, petite, waspy blondes with long flowing hair. Her hair had been short, dark and even bright pink during our first eleven months together and she was full figured with a tiny waist, big boobs and an incredible round ass, but she was more attractive to me than anyone I'd ever seen and that hadn't changed at all in the nearly ten years we were apart.
"Modest too," I said playfully as I silently beckoned her closer with a hungry gaze. I could smell the fresh scent of her body and I inhaled sharply drawing it into my lungs as I rolled onto my side and extended my hand towards her. It had been years since we'd been together but it felt like the blink of an eye, as though our time apart had been a mere speed bump in an eternity together. I'd never believed in fate or destiny before I met her. I had never believed in soul mates either but in the days and weeks after we'd first met I felt as though I'd known her all my life. It was as though our souls had been together long before we met and they'd been waiting for our bodies to catch up. That feeling had caused me to question my lack of faith in destiny and fate.
"Exceptionally modest," she corrected with a devilish smile. She stepped closer and took my hand in hers. My eyes fluttered closed as I savored the warmth and softness of her hand. I had missed her touch. I had missed the smell of her body. I had missed the sound of her voice and the way her face lit up whenever our eyes met.
I pulled her to the bed and ran my free hand up her soft supple thigh towards her smooth shaved pussy. The delicious aroma of her arousal wafted over me and my head started to spin as if my proximity to her was making me drunk.
"Come here," I said softly but firmly. We had discovered early in our relationship that we shared many of the same sexual kinks, not the least of which was an attraction to the BDSM lifestyle. We both identified as switch but we shared a preference for the submissive role and because of that we traded off being dominant depending on our moods. But we were so in tuned with each other that we were rarely looking to be submissive at the same time. My finger touched her labia and she shivered lightly.
"Ohhh," she sighed as she closed her eyes and focused on my touch. I hadn't touched her naked body in nearly a decade before that day but it felt simultaneously familiar and exceptionally exciting to do so even though we'd already made love once since entering the room. I had to fight my desire to throw her onto the bed and ravish her delectable body without the slow build that we both wanted and needed.
"You're wet," I said matter of factly. My fingers slipped between her engorged lips and a flood of her juices flowed from her needy cunt. She had always produced a lot of juices, at least with me, and I pulled my hand away from her slick folds and examined it as she stood with her legs spread shoulder width, her chest thrust proudly out, her shoulders square and her hands clasped submissively behind her.
My fingers glistened with her copious juices and I brought them to my lips while my eyes held her gaze.
"You still taste divine," I said as I licked my wet hand like a kitten cleaning its paw. She tasted delicious and my recently deposited seed had done nothing to detract from that. We'd made love once shortly after closing the door behind us and it had been sensuous and passionate as we reacquainted ourselves with one another but we'd both recovered quickly from our respective climaxes and, as usual, we were hungry for more.
Our sex life had been intense and dynamic from the very beginning. Our first weekend together we had sex eight times in 36 hours. It had been a combination of tender and loving, raw and passionate, and hard and dirty and it had left us both exhausted, sore and wanting more. To me she was like a drug and I was an addict. I fed on her and she on me and the most difficult part of that first time together had been saying goodbye. It had been nearly impossible to leave her after that first weekend and I could still remember the pain I felt watching tears stream down her face when I walked away to my gate inside the Reno airport.
"Thank you Sir," she replied slipping effortlessly into her submissive persona. She had taken on the dominant role often in our first eleven months together and I had loved it when we delved into FemDom but during our time apart she had really embraced her submissive nature and I was eager to explore that side of her in detail. I knew punishing her would not come naturally despite my natural type A personality because I never wanted to hurt her but in our frequent conversations about BDSM she had assured me that she enjoyed the discipline just like I did and the physical pain added to her pleasure.
"Would you like a taste?" I asked as my fingers slid back into her soaking wet grotto making her shudder and moan. Her lean athletic body shifted as she struggled not to squirm and writhe. My thumb touched her hard clit and a deep guttural grown spilled from her lips. She inhaled sharply and glanced down at me with soft puppy dog eyes.
"Yes please," she answered softly. Her sweet, melodic voice shook with tremolo, betraying the depths of her excitement. The rich aroma of her arousal hung in the air and I brought my wet glistening hand to my face and inhaled deeply letting it fill my lungs before raising my fingers to her soft eager lips.
