Sam sat and waited on the platform edge. It felt like an age since he had last seen Kat. In fact, it had been 6 months. She'd left Cardiff for Boston in the autumn for a secondment with her accountancy firm. They had been together for just over a year and decided to try and work through the long distance relationship thing, as she was scheduled to definitely return after 6 months. 'God,' thought Sam 'all those evenings in, wanking and dreaming of Kat's lush 34C tits wrapped around my cock. Finally it's all going to start happening for real again.'
Sam and Kat had met through a mutual friend at a Halloween Party. They were both single and long out of their last relationships. Sam couldn't help but stare and smile at Kat across the room. It was her long, auburn hair that had first attracted him, slick and smooth, resting on her shoulders. Her deep brown eyes had a cheeky glint that seemed just for him, and as he looked down her body he was captivated by her amazing athletic build, with toned arms, pert tits, and round hips. At 50kg, she was exactly his type; small, brunette, and as he found out later, her round arse was irresistible. After a few drinking games and a lot of drunken chat laden with innuendos, Sam found himself leading Kat out of a side door to the house, pulling her down a dark pathway and pushing her to her knees. What followed was one of the most exciting blow jobs he had ever experienced. Her cherry red lips sinking down his shaft with her tongue searching around the rim of his cock, whilst she fondled his balls. Pushing her to her knees had been the first hint at how this relationship was going to go. Normally quite reserved, Sam found that Kat brought out his dominant side. 'Get up here and turn around.' Sam remembered ordering her. She faced the wall and knew what was coming. Sam reached down and pushed up the short skirt she was wearing over her pert arse. The fishnet tights (this was Halloween) were easily torn, and rather than even trying to pull her tiny black panties down, Sam pulled them aside and immediately felt her wetness, her lips swollen with excitement. He took his cock and rubbed it over her slit, pushing the panties up over her arse cheek as he did so. It could not have felt more natural as he slid his cock up her soaking pussy and began to thrust in and out, feeling her trimmed pubic hair tickling his balls as he went.
Sitting there at the station, minutes before he knew he would finally be face to face with Kat again, Sam felt his cock growing hard again as he thought of how that first fuck had finished. Overcome with his new found sense of dominance, Sam had told Kat to turn around and get on her knees again as he felt the cum rising from his balls. He knew this was no way to treat a girl that he was interested in seeing again, but it felt so right in their drunken haze, and she certainly did not object. Rather than putting it in her mouth, Sam began stroking his cock into her face, rubbing the head over her perfect lips as he did so. He grabbed a handful of her silky hair as he got even closer, before finally losing control and emptying all over her face. His cock pulsed harder than he could remember, and strings of white cum shot over Kat's face, into her hair, over her cheeks and onto her mouth. She tried not to lick her lips, but as she opened her mouth to speak, some slipped in. 'What the hell,' she said with a giggle and proceeded to lick her lips, swallowing down Sam's cum. What followed was far from uncomfortable. They laughed and joked and she rearranged her panties as Sam put his cock away. Handing her a tissue, Sam tried to make sure that the cum was wiped out of Kat's hair, but by the end of the night more than a couple of sly smiles were exchanged knowingly between Kat and their mutual friend, Alecia, who had introduced them in the first place.
As the train pulled up Sam felt more nervous than the first day they had met. Their relationship had grown quickly and they had moved in together after 8 months. Everything had moved so quickly, including their sex life. They had tried everything that, at the time, they thought they would ever want to. From the straightforward to the downright kinky, nothing embarrassed them. She had dressed up, he had taken her anally, they had phoned sex lines (but laughed together at the blatant fake pleasure of the woman on the other line). She had even fucked him on occasion with the vibrator he had bought her for Valentine's Day. They had talked about threesomes, but never found a partner, and although Kat had suggested employing some 'hired help', they figured that eventually the opportunity would come up naturally.
Now however, even as he saw her familiar body coming down the steps of the train, Sam's heart was in his throat. He had received a text, clearly in error, about eight weeks before which had been playing on his mind ever since: 'Thnx 4 last night Jon. We shouldn't do it again, but it was fun. x'. Sam knew what this probably meant, but in his mad love he had managed to stop himself even asking her over the phone the next time they spoke. Everything seemed normal after all, so why risk causing an irreparable argument when she was on the other side of the Atlantic? In his mind he had given her a thousand and one excuses and had decided to wait until they had settled back in together to mention it.
As she fell into his arms, sinking her face into his neck, Sam felt everything coming back. The familiar perfume, the feeling of warmth against his body, the firm tits pressing into his chest. As they sighed into one another's ears, desperately trying to get past the difficult moment of familiar unfamiliarity, they pulled back and sank into a kiss. Pecking lips tentatively, before pressing together and exploring their mouths with each other's tongues, any feeling of anxiety was lost to Sam. He desperately wanted to get her home and fuck her to make up for lost time. He could tell Kat was incredibly horny as her hands cupped his arse and she grinded her crotch subtly against his leg.
After leaving the station, they had jumped in a taxi to get back to the flat. In the twenty minute ride, Kat's skirt had been hitched far too high up her thighs in the back to leave anything to the imagination. Sam had been taken aback when he caught her looking at the 50 something taxi driver in the rear view mirror, but quickly forgot about that as she rubbed is cock through his jeans.
Falling through the bedroom doors, Kat was slipping out of her top revealing her smooth tits in a push-up bra. Sam tried to start kissing them, but she pushed him away, turning to slip her skirt down while he sat on the edge of the bed practically bursting at the sight of her arse, clad in black French panties, as she bent down to remove her high heels. 'She's had certainly come back dressed to impress.' Sam thought. As she turned back to face him, Sam stood up and was out of his clothes in an instant. She lay back on the rug and beckoned him down on top of her, as Sam complied and licked from her cleavage up to her lips, before sinking into a deep kiss. He was so glad to be back with her, doing what felt right, after the shock and worry of the mis-sent text. She immediately started tugging on his cock, quickly pulling him off and making him even harder. All he could do was kiss her even harder as she reached up, licked her finger and began tweaking his nipple. She did this, wanking his cock as hard as she could, pinching his nipples, one, then the other, telling him how much she needed his cock.
'Kat, stop!' Sam pleaded. This was great, but he had not masturbated for a week in anticipation of this, and was desperately close to coming before she was even out of her panties.
'But it feels so good. God, I love cock.' Kat retorted, with a new found sense of desperation for his dick. As she continued to tug his cock down over her lacy French panties, Sam suddenly felt his cock jerk. Then again, as it sent spunk flying out over her belly and then down onto her panties. As the last spurts came out of his throbbing dick, she pulled his nipple one more time.
