They hadn't seen each other for years. It was surprising to both of them that they still had these unrealised feelings for each other. But this continuing history had become more than obvious over the day while they worked as volunteers in the soup kitchen, making food for the needy and flirting ostentatiously.

Now, everyone had gone home and knowingly left them alone to clean up. She had just finished closing all the windows when he pulled her to him and kissed her roughly. They were fumbling at each other's clothes before they were conscious of what their hands were doing. He found her, she found him, and he moaned with pleasure upon feeling her warm skin on his for the first time. She did not moan or emit any other sound of pleasure for she was breathless...breathlessly waiting for him to thrust himself within her, which he did.

With the same energy he had used to pull her to him, he pressed her back into the kitchen counter and entered her in one swift and urgent motion. With this she gasped for air and, as if in anticipation, he covered her mouth with his own in the same instant, feeding her air with his kiss and continuing to thrust deeply within her. When he fucked her, he moved his whole body against her and with every withdrawal of his penis, he pulled up first and then out, and she could not have been more highly aroused by the motion against her now swollen clitoris.

Not having experienced multiple orgasms, she was afraid though of coming so soon and she pushed him away suddenly and turned her back to him and bent over so she could feel the weight of her breasts hanging in the air. She pressed her rear into his cock, feeling immediately how stiff it still was. She waited eagerly for his next move. He knew she was already wet for him but decided more lubrication couldn't hurt if he was going to penetrate her in this second way and he reached for a bottle of olive oil on the counter, pouring a liberal amount into his hands before briskly coating her firm buttocks in the greenish liquid, going between her ass cheeks and penetrating her with his fingers, one then two then three and soon his entire fist. She felt satisfied in a way she had never before when he thrust inside her with his fist.

Finally he could postpone no longer and he pushed his rigid cock hard and deep inside her and continued to thrust over and over, squeezing her breasts and butt cheeks with his hands, until they both climaxed and collapsed, completely satisfied and completely spent, against the kitchen counter. Yet, she was already envisioning their next fuck and how she would control him, riding him for as long as she desired and making him beg for more. After all, she had enjoyed being finger-fucked and wondered, "what it would be like to fuck his feet?"

But for now, they had a kitchen to clean up and still naked, he reached for a broom.