Sarah and I had been fuck-buddies for a while, but for the last few months she’d been out of action – fallen in love, she said. Much as I fancied her, I also liked her, so I was pleased that she’d found someone, even if I did miss her exquisite mouth around my cock. Still, we’d had a lot of encounters and there’s no law against wanking over memories now, is there…
Sarah always was a dirty girl, and my favourite memory of her held testament to that fact. I’d gone round to her flat for a quickie in the afternoon and within minutes, we’d been rolling around her bed; kissing, touching; spanking; me straddling her face as she sucked me deep into her mouth; her groaning and making my face wet as I licked her sopping slit; and eventually me spraying gallons of cum over my stomach and chest while watching her kneel in front of me, cheeks parted as she fingered herself from behind.
She licked all the cum from my body, of course. Said that anything else would be impolite. The only thing that I regretted is that we hadn’t had time to fuck afterwards – although judging from the amount of cum I’d shot, it would have taken me a while to recover. Even thinking about that encounter could get me hard in seconds, and it had certainly got me through some rather tedious shags I’d subsequently had. So when I got the text from her saying ‘It’s over. Still, fucking’s better than moping in the house – fancy giving me some TLC?’ my cock leapt in response.
‘Always up for helping a friend in need,’ I replied, and, after a couple more texts, the date was set. ‘See you tomorrow. I’ve got all night…’ was her final tempting reply.
***
I wasn’t sure what to expect when I turned up at Sarah’s place. Part of me was worried she’d be a teary mess and the smutty evening would instead be spent with me holding her as she sobbed about what bastards all men are. But still, she was a friend and if that was what she needed, I’d happily oblige. My cock, on the other hand, is a selfish sod, and desperately hoped that she’d be her usual friendly self. It wasn’t disappointed.
Sarah opened the door looking even more gorgeous than usual. Her hair had grown since I’d last seen her, and I was sure she’d put on a bit of weight adding an extra swell to her already delectable breasts. Call me a psychic, but something about her outfit – a pair of heels and very short silk robe that, when she let it drop open, showed her nudity in all its glory – suggested she wasn’t looking for hugs tonight. She leaned forward to give me an innocent peck on the cheek and held open the door for me to walk through.
Once inside, I could smell something heady in the air, and commented on it. “Incense,” she said. “Apparently it’s an aphrodisiac.”
“Sweetheart, I don’t think that you have any worries on that count. Look at you – you’re enough of an aphrodisiac already.”
OK, I admit it was a bit cheesy but I figured she was probably feeling a bit low and in need of some compliments. And anyway, it was true. Her peachy arse was almost visible underneath the short robe, the lower curve of her cheeks looking wonderfully biteable. Her hair cascaded down her back and, as she turned round, her perfect pink-tipped breasts were clearly in need of some attention. The nipples were already hard. It may have been the cold but what kind of a man would I be to ignore such a beautiful sight? I pulled her into a deep kiss and let my hands gentle fondle her softly rounded globes, my fingertips skimming over her tight nipples.
Sarah moaned. “God, I’ve missed your touch.”
She moved her hand down to my cock as she spoke, fumbling with the buttons and struggling to pull my already hard cock from the restrictive jeans.
“…and I’ve missed this,” she said, sinking to her knees and swirling her tongue around the head of my cock, lapping at the pre-cum already oozing from its tip.
I let myself savour the sensation of her lip-play but tonight was her night, and, as I felt my balls begin to tighten, I reluctantly pulled away.
“Oh no, I’m not going to come for a while yet. It’s your turn to be pampered.”
I kissed her softly on the lips, then pushed her robe from her shoulders to pool on the floor at her feet.
“Let me look at you. You’re so gorgeous,” I said, admiring the way that she’d trimmed her bush into a neat heart-shape. Her clit was already poking out between her engorged pussy lips and I couldn’t resist tasting it. Pushing her gently towards the sofa, I sat her down then pushed her thighs apart and put my mouth over her clit, just breathing at first. I could feel her wetness running over my lips but stopped myself from licking it up; I wanted her to be desperate for it by the time I tasted her. I let my breath play over her clit and labia, then pulled away and let a drop of saliva run over her clit and slide down over her centre. She cried out at the subtlety of the stimulation, pushing her hips forward to meet my lips but I pushed her hips back into the cushions of the sofa and continued my teasing play. I nudged at her clit with my nose, breathing in her scent, then poked my tongue out and oh-so-lightly traced around her lips with it. By now, she was literally dripping onto my face so I slid my little finger inside her, adding sensation but at such a light level that she was still desperate for more.
“You bastard,” she moaned.
“Yes,” I smiled. “But you love it.”
Another moan was her only reply.
I kept up my teasing until her thighs were rock hard with tension beneath me, then, just when she’d given up on ever getting any direct stimulation, plunged my face into her, lapping at her folds and sucking her clit into my mouth, simultaneously sliding two fingers inside her to rub her G-spot. She came in seconds, relieved almost angry gasps of bliss coming from her mouth. I lay there, lips still over her clit, just breathing again, until I felt the last spasms of her orgasm.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” she said.
“You too, babe.”
She pulled me up to kiss her and as I felt her hand wrap around my cock, I knew that the night was far from over.
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