Lee and I were both in our early twenties when we met working together at a flower shop.
I can’t say it was instant attraction, but we did a lot of work together for the company, things started to click between us and we quickly became friends. The flower shop was large and had a lot of corporate accounts. Lee and I would go out with a manager and decorate corporate offices for the holidays and also we handled a lot of merchandise and inventory, in addition to all the fresh flowers offered by the shop for delivery.
We spent a lot of overtime together and had a lot of fun too! I remember from time to time noticing what a large cock he had, which was clearly visible hanging down his leg, through the cloth of his pants.
I also remember thinking to myself; “I would really like to get a better look at it close up and naked!” It looked to be thick and long, just something I would enjoy.
Lee had a girlfriend who was pregnant when we met and I had a boyfriend that I was not serious with at the time. I could not get that big cock out of my mind. I did what any sexually active and horny female did in the early 80’s I went for it! After our first encounters we were full on in lust, love and involved in each other’s lives, secretly of course, except for a few close friends.
I have not mentioned yet, that he is black and I am white. Which turned out to be complicated, because of old southern attitudes and prejudices. But as you will read on it never stopped us. I had dated black men in high school and slept with some, but I can’t say I leaned one way or the other on the race I preferred to date. Looking back from the present, I have decided the black men I dated on the average were more considerate and respectful to me than the other men I dated and eventually married. That is another story in it’s self along with the escapades I had with my lover.
I moved away from Raleigh in 1990 to live at the coast of North Carolina on the Outer Banks. The love of the ocean and the peacefulness of the area lured me away from the big city life where I had been manager of a small flower shop and trying to find my way in the world. Lee had two children by then and the same girlfriend when I left. We still loved each other from all those years earlier but we were torn lovers. He had a family and children and I wanted the same for myself. Something I knew I could never have with him. I left the area so he would do right by his family and I know as long as I was around he would never do that. I left and they married a year later.
I told myself, “Good for him… and her!”
I was still single and living on the coast. It was paradise to me and I still live here, for now.
He and I did not speak for several years, but I never truly lost contact or the love I felt for him. Leaving the area and leaving him behind was hard for both of us, but I don’t think he knows how hard it really was for me.
I would call him occasionally, every year or two, sometimes every 6-8 months to check on him and his family. He is a public servant and I knew I could track him down through the personnel office. He always seemed happy to hear from me whenever I called!
I still loved him and thought of him often, especially when I masturbated, my thoughts always seemed to drift to my secret lover. I could visualize him with me, in so many ways, his thick hardness cumming towards my hot pussy and slowly penetrating me and filling me up with his big black cock. While I encircle my clitoris with my finger and using the slick wetness that the thought of him brought on, to lubricate and manipulate myself to organisms.
I would remember all our hot times together and all the different places and positions we made love. I say made love, because even though we fucked long, hard and freaky, it was always with passion and love. He is a wonderful lover and we taught each other many things and experimented with everything we were both comfortable with.
During our years apart we both had a lot of ups and downs separately, with partners and with children. I eventually married and had a beautiful little girl at the tender age of 41. The marriage is tolerable and the child is a blessing.
The only thing I wanted now was a lover. After consideration I decided I would not be happy until I could be with Lee again and tell him how much I still cared for him. I have been in more frequent contact with him over the last 2 years. He came to mind almost daily. I felt we were soulmates separated by circumstance. I had to feel his love again. I was also aware at every moment that we were both married now and had children to consider. I wondered if he would want me again.
So many times when I was horny I almost picked up the phone after I masturbated just to tell him I wanted him in my life again. Eventually I worked up the nerve to see if he was really still interested in me. Much to my delight he was, very much so!
We started talking on the phone getting reacquainted and catching up on each other’s lives. Our chats soon turned sexual, and how we both remembered how good we were together. We left voice messages for each other at all hours of the day, detailing something sexual that we wanted to do with one another. Nice juicy messages! We walked around horny for each other with just a mere thought of what we could do.
I would call him up and have my fingers in my extremely wet pussy; I would put the phone down, so he could hear me playing with that juicy slit.
I would say,"Listen to that pussy Baby, it’s wet for you!”
Then I would put my fingers in my mouth and suck on them letting him hear how good it was. “Ummm… it tastes so good! I would say, between licking and sucking my fingers.
Lee loves the way my pussy tastes. It turns him on that I love the taste of my pussy. It was always a turn on for me too!
He would tell me, “Baby, I can’t believe you are licking that pussy juice off your fingers for me on the phone.”
“Why not? I would say, “I’m wet from thinking of you! Shouldn’t I share this with you?”
“I can’t wait to taste it again, it’s so good!” he would tell me.
I would let him hear me cum, so he could have a nice message to save when he missed me and had to hear my voice.
Breathing, moaning and cumming, then telling him. “Oh! Baby! It feels so good, I wish your cock were in me now for you to feel it cum! Mmmm to feel it cum on your hard cock, gripping it tight!”
After several weeks of this I could not wait any longer. I told him, “I coming home to see you Baby! Can we meet on Saturday?”
Lee said, “I’ll be waiting for you, call me when you get to your Mom’s. I’m hard just thinking about seeing you. I Love You Baby!”
We agreed to split the cost of a room for the day. I wanted our first time back together in a real bed. We were quite adventurous when we were in our twenties. We made love everywhere and anywhere. Now that we were in our forty’s I felt we would be more comfortable in a nice king-size bed.
Thinking back now, we were so comfortable, there were moments I felt that we had never been apart.
I arrived early to settle in our room. I was nervous as a teenager; I could not stop the butterflies I felt in my stomach. I was horny and hesitant, only because this was the first time I had cheated on my husband. Somewhere inside I wondered to myself if I was going to feel guilty about my rendezvous with my lover. As it turned out afterwards and during, not a bit!
The room was nice, with a big bed and dark curtains. I lit a sandalwood scented candle I had brought with me and put some drinks in the refrigerator. The sheets were already turns back and just looking at the bed before I messed it up had my pussy getting wet and my clit engorging just thinking about what was to cum. My panties were damp already, as they are while I write this.
I have to resist the urge to touch myself right now or I will never finish my train of thought. I just wanted that first kiss, first touch, soon and again now! With every beat of my heart I could feel my clit throb.
I had to touch myself just to see how wet I was. I was slick with excitement and I could have cum in an instant. But I told myself, “Stop, you need to save this for Lee!”
The time finally came. He called me on my cell and let me know he had arrived. I went down the hall to let him in the side entrance. I was smiling, and I could only wonder what he was thinking behind those shades, I couldn’t see his eyes.
“Hey baby,” I said, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and then I led him down the hall to our room.
When we entered, it was so dark in comparison to the light in the hall and outside. Temporarily blinded by the darkness I reached up to put my arms around his neck and broad shoulders and we shared our first kiss in many, many years. Not the first kiss we ever shared, but another memorable one. His soft lips and strong arms, all I wanted, I had again. I led him into the room and turned on a light.
He lay across the bed and looking up at me with a wicked grin said, “Come give me some more kisses!”
We shared wonderful kisses and I could not help but take little bites of his lips as we kissed.
We both agreed that it was unbelievable that we were together again. My hands wandered over familiar territories, he is still as built as he always was and feeling as good as he always did. I found the bulge in his pants, which by this time was sticking out the top of his pants pocket, rubbing and squeezing the firm shape.
I wanted to get more comfortable. I pulled away and said, “I’m going to slip in to something else, you get comfy too.”
I went to the bathroom to change into a little ivory satin nightie, I felt how wet my pussy was and decided to lose the panties. I fixed a drink and we came together in bed. We made out, kissed, and cuddled for a while. He was naked and so warm and inviting. He moved his hands over my body, sucking on my nipples, caressing me, holding me.
I reached down and wrapped my hand around his cock, and felt its thickness under his foreskin, which I used to stroke his hard cock, up and down, slowly and firmly. All the way down his shaft until his head emerged and I used my finger to gather any precum that may be there on that velvety head.
He put his fingers in my pussy and felt my wetness, kissing my breast and sucking a little harder on my nipples. He loves it when I get so wet!
He once told me, “I want that pussy so wet that it just sucks my dick in when it gets close”
I don’t think we were far from that!
He moved down between my legs to taste my sweetness. I willingly open to let him in. I could hear him moan with delight when he buried his face in my puss and tongued my clit.
“Mmm, Baby its still sooo good!” I could hear him say in a muffled voice because of his face buried in my pussy.
I already told you my clit was pounding by now. I wanted to cum and I wanted to feel him inside my tight pussy filling me up when I did. I would let him enjoy himself for a while and I fought the urge to cum until he was inside me.
I said, “Ohhh, mmm, Baby your tongue feels good! Work that clit, please!”
As I closed my eyes, running my hands over his head and shoulders, moving my hips against the movement of his mouth. Concentrating on the feel of his tongue in my pussy, my hands moving to open myself wider for him, pulling those pussy lips open. It felt so good!
I pulled him up to me, kissing and tasting my juices on his lips. I could feel his hardness and the heat between my legs. Moving against each other kissing and tasting and smelling each other. I grabbed a pillow and put it under my hips.
He moved over me, coming between my legs to my tight pussy. I reached down to touch my clit and help guide him to my honey hole. His huge head pushed my fat pussy lips apart and his started to enter me slowly.
