Jane had spent most of the evening watching banal TV programmes and slowly finishing off a bottle of cheap white wine. She was a friendly girl, but her social life had hit a bit of a minor rut recently. All her friends seemed to be attached or off on holiday in some sunny location. Normally, she wouldn’t have minded being alone, but this was a Saturday night and the loneliness on the most socially active night of the week had hit her harder than she expected.
She had even taken to text messaging Steve, her ex boyfriend, on her mobile. Nothing too strong, just a flirtacous “Not seen u for while. Felt v. bored and up 4 a laugh” She and Steve had remained very close friends after the split, which had been a gradual process. The two of them had started off as casual acquaintances from the local pubs and alternative music club, before she had taken him home one night and they had had sex in her bed. After that she got into the habit of inviting him back every week, until she dimly realised the relationship wasn’t going anywhere else. Still, this hadn’t stopped the pair of them, and their casual affair had continued on and off for three years. Now, in her early thirties, and feeling lonely on a Saturday night, she had taken to idly fantasising about their old liaisons.
A combination of this erotic nostalgia, and her natural zest, had made her quite horny. Keeping the television switched on, to mask any noises of pleasure, she started idly caressing her breasts under her T-shirt (she wasn’t wearing a bra). Now turned on, she bounded upstairs in excitement and pulled the T-shirt off, over her head. The jeans came off next, as she pulled the buttons upon forcefully, popping open one by one. She kicked them off along with her socks, and almost ripped her panties in a rush to be relieved of them.
She looked at her naked form in the mirror. Her shoulder length dark hair mirrored her round pretty face, and her breasts were a good size, swelled by her recent weight gain and tipped by large dark nipples that were already firm from desire. She could faintly smell the scent from her own cunt, which was hidden from view by a thick bushy triangle of black pubes, which also trailed a faint line up to her navel.
Her belly was plumper than Steve would have remembered it, and in her armpits she had let a few days growth of hair emerge. She was pretty in a rounded and honest way, but she wasn’t overly vain and enjoyed seeing her body when it had been denied the usual shearing and plucking. The view of her natural look in the bathroom mirror was actually making her more turned on, and she let her hands slide quickly to her thick bush, finding the dark pink leaves that hid there. Quickly parted, she found her warm wetness and proceeded to frig herself hard, gazing at her reflection in the mirror all the time she did. Jane could take no more standing up and fell to her back, spreading her legs wide, rubbing her clit as her juices escaped onto her thighs and down her legs. She cried out in a laugh of joy as she came.
Some fifteen minutes later Jane returned downstairs and checked her mobile. There were three messages. Two were from her friends Claire and Samantha, who were currently in Turkey on holiday. But…the third text was far more worthy of immediate attention. Steve had replied to her cheeky text from earlier! Quickly she texted him back, suggesting he could pop around for a coffee and a chat on his way back from town.
The deed done, Jane realised what this really meant to her. Deprived of sex with a man for far too long, she wanted Steve’s cock inside her. She wanted to bring him to the heights of pleasure like she used to; the very idea she could was enough to give her a new thrill. Anxious and excited, Jane waited for Steve’s arrival, until nearly an hour later the doorbell went. She answered and sure enough Steve was stood there.
She had expected to say ‘Hello’ and offer one of her corny jokes and perhaps get one of his witticisms back, but nothing happened. They just stared at each other for a few seconds, and Jane sensed that Steve’s desires were matched to her own. Before they could think they acted- both of them colliding, their lips almost clashing in an erotic shock, quickly opening and allowing tongues to probe deep and lustful. They had read the other’s mind.
Jane lent back slightly, while still kissing Steve deeply, to allow her to push his jacket back and unbutton his shirt from his slim frame. Overcome by lust and impatience, she ripped open the last few buttons and Steve shrugged out of the shirt quickly, exposing his toned and hairy chest. Lips parted, Jane undressed as she had before, only this time she had a voyeur.
The thought of Steve looking at her now, who she had shared so much great sex with, was sending her desire into new places. She wanted his cock again. Free of her clothes, she reached over to Steve’s pants and unbuckled them, reaching in and finding his cock in the process. It was almost fully hard, and slid out of his underwear before stiffening further, the balls swelling out of view into the mass of rust coloured pubes.
Jane looked into Steve’s blue eyes, and watched his flushed face and tousled hair before she fell to her knees and got that nice firm cock into her mouth. The foreskin had already slid back of it’s own accord and a small film of pre-cum could be seen in the slit. She was loving this. Loving the power she had back over him after all these years. He obviously felt the same way, and before long his cock hardened further as she continued flicking her tongue over the underside of his cock head. She sped this process sup as Steve grabbed the back of her head, taking control and forcing his manhood deeper into her face. This turned Jane on even more, and she freed one hand so she could fuel her own climax below.
Steve stiffened as his first jets of hot cum flooded into Jane’s mouth. She gasped in joy as her own pinnacle was reached and in that moment she felt nothing but love for that sour juice and continued to suck Steve’s cock as she milked him furiously, still pounding his rod despite his climax having been and gone. He called out, and she suspected that her extra attention had given more joy than ever.
No words were then exchanged as Jane led Steve by the hand and they disappeared up the stairs. Tonight words were not necessary. She would talk to him in a different language.
Steve’s desire returned and his cock twitched back in to life as she looked up at Jane’s plump ass, bobbing before him on the steps above. Overcome by desire once again, Steve grabbed Jane’s breasts from behind and then slid his now hard cock into her hot hairy pussy. Months of denial and desire combined as Steve pumped her hard and she joined his rhythm perfectly, grabbing onto the loose bits of stair carpet. As his dick swelled further, and his hot spunk filled her cunt, Jane screamed in elation. How she loved the feeling of having hot fresh semen shot inside her. Now furiously turned on, Jane wanted more. She turned around and using the elevation of the stairs, thrust her cum filled pussy into Steve’s face. This had the desired effect.
Overcome by the smell of a freshly fucked woman and the sight of her thick black fur below her curved womanly belly, Steve buried his face into her pussy. His tongue probed her stiff clit and tasted the combination of her juices with his. As he backed off a moment, Jane pulled his head back into her crevice, as he had done before with his cock, and begged him to finish the job.
It wasn’t long before Jane experienced her third orgasm of the evening. The job done, they both collapsed onto the stairs and grinned appreciably into each other’s flushed and wet faces.
It was going to be a long night- and they hadn’t even made the bedroom yet.