Jackie nursed her whiskey, the ice cubes clinking gently against the glass. It had been one of those days, and the burn of the liquor was a welcome distraction. The bar's dim lighting was kind, smoothing the edges of her features that spoke of long hours, not just late nights. At 49, there was no denying the march of time, but damn if she didn't still feel good in her own skin.
A tap on her shoulder made her look up, and surprise flickered across her face. Sam. It had been years, a whole decade at least. He'd aged well - the auburn hair was touched with silver now, but his eyes held that same easy warmth she remembered. Lord, the man always did fill out a suit nicely.
Drinks flowed, stories followed, their shared history bubbling up with unexpected sweetness. It was easy to slip back into their old rhythm, their laughter catching the eye of the bartender, who grinned knowingly. Even now, the place felt a bit too crowded, the energy buzzing just a touch too loud.
Finally, they were the last two left. There was a question hanging in the air, unasked, a lingering glance a beat too long. They both knew... but knowing and doing are two different beasts entirely.
The walk back to his car was quiet, but the silence thrummed. A touch at the door, a brush of his knuckles against her cheek. And then, because sometimes you just have to grab the damn bull by the horns, she leaned in. The kiss was messy, not storybook sweet, but fueled by a heat that hadn't died with time.
The backseat of Sam's sedan wasn't exactly romantic, but then again, neither of them were 20 anymore. It was fumbling, a rush of touch and familiar smells and sounds of ripped fabric. His moans were rough against her ear, her hands tangled in his hair, nails digging just a little too hard. It wasn't love, not yet, but it was... honest.
As he lowered his head, Jackie gasped she felt his tongue tracing the outline of her navel. He looked up at her, their eyes. With heated gaze, he slowly, parted her legs and began to tease her with his fingers. She whimpered, writhing under his touch, desperate for him to touch her more intimately.
With one swift movement, Sam was between her legs and pushed inside. He groaned at the sensation as she filled him. He started thrusting gently at first, building up a rhythm as he buried himself deep inside her. Her body was moving in sync Sam, pushing with her back and meeting his thrusts with her own.
Skin glistened with sweat as they moved together, lost in the heat of the moment. Sam's hand going for her breast, squeezing and massaging as he continued to fuck her. Jackie throwing her head back, her dishevel red hair was across the seat, her cries of pleasure filled the car. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer desperate for more.
Sam is cuming a lot sooner than when he was 20 but still had a good 7 inch cock that Jackie loves to feel inside her. Jackie is close as he grunts and fucks faster. His pace is brutal now, her body moving and breaths coming in short gasps. She wraps her arms around his neck, feeling the muscles in his back tense as he holds himself up, he is fucking harder now. The sensation of being fucked,sends shudders of pleasure through her.
Jackie whispering into Sam's ear "Remember how I would take your cock in my moth and suck you off" brings a smile to his face as he fucks her harder. He remembers those times, how she would always make him feel so good. He can feel himself getting close now, his hips moving faster, deeper. He bites his lip, trying to hold back, wanting this to last just a little longer.
