1 comments/ 5987 views/ 0 favorites Long Lost Love By: Ladylito As I sit at my desk and stare out the window, I begin thinking of my life, my lonely sexless life. It is unbearable at times, the wanting, the needing, the frustration. Where is that prince I was told would sweep me off my feet, or at least give me a night to remember? Oh, well, another day of files and papers. Such is my life these days. But lunchtime is fast approaching and I will be able to escape. As soon as noon hits, I am walking toward the elevator and down to the mall for some peace and quiet. As I am leaving the elevator, I stop short. There you are after all these years, leaving against the wall, waiting for me. You greet me with a big smile "Hey babe, I thought you might be here." I walk towards you and immediately see you from a new perspective. I sense my body warming with these new sensations, not exactly what I felt for the shy, respectful guy I knew back in the day, but I realize that everyone who got off the elevator with me is wondering who you are, and why I am so speechless. I look at you and find those big brown eyes I have always loved, your lips, your big beautiful smile. I am extremely happy to see you after all this time and I begin to feel a heat take over me. After a huge hug, we immediately start talking and laughing as we leave the building. I have no idea where we are headed, but I'd follow you anywhere. We head down to the mall and walk toward the closest hotel. Neither one of us content with the hug and I realize I am not going back to work this afternoon! You already have a room, so we head straight to the elevator. We are the only two on this elevator and as soon as the doors close, you back me against the wall and kiss me. Your lips are soft and hot against mine, your tongue sweet as it rolls with mine. Your hands find mine and pin me gently against the elevator wall as your lips trace my neck. I am yours right now as my mind melts with every kiss. The doors open and you lead me to the room. There isn't a lot of talking at this point, we both want each other badly and can taste it in the air. Once inside the room, the door closed, I can't help but stare at you, wanting every bit of you. Without a second thought, you remove your shirt. As you cross your arms and pull your shirt from your waist, I follow your arms as you raise your shirt above your chest and eventually your shirt is free from your body. You walk towards me as I stand soaking in your body. You hold your shirt out to me "Do you mind?" I slowly shake my head. You are close and I can feel your breath. I look at your lips. Lips I imagine around my nipples, which are hard pressed against my shirt. My pussy is wet and my heart is racing. As I lean in, I lightly brush my breasts across your bare chest. Our eyes meet as I gently trace your bottom lip with my finger. Your hand circles my waist to the small of my back as we come closer to each other. I feel your cock swelling in your jeans. I feel the wetness of my pussy, throbbing, wanting you, my breasts heavy with anticipation. You lean to kiss me, but stop just short of my lips. We linger there for that beautiful second in delicious anticipation. If we do this there is no going back, no stopping. Time seems to stand still, until that moment we can wait for no longer. We kiss, our lips full of passion. I sit on the edge of the bed and you start to undo your belt. I reach for your belt, slowly unclasp it and pull it slowly from the loops. As I unbutton and unzip your pants, I am aware of your cock throbbing, engorged and hard. I massage the shaft through the fabric with both hands. I can feel it swell. I reach down under the shaft for your balls and slide my hand back further to rub your ass. My hand on your cock and the other on your ass makes your clench with anticipation. I slide your pants off and with one layer less of fabric, run my hand again the length of your cock. I look up at you and your eyes are closed, your lip slightly parted, your mind hoping, praying that I continue. I pull the ridge of your underwear down to reveal the pink head of your cock and kiss it softly. I lick the exposed ridge just below the head and then over the top again. I move the fabric down slowly, exposing the smooth shaft. I press my tongue at the base and drag it slowly to the head. My tongue is hot and wet as it wraps around the head and gently sucks. Again I return to the base and lick the left side, slowly, letting the wetness linger. Again the right. Your hands run through my hair, you moan as your throbbing cock begs for more. I finally slide off the fabric as my mouth searches for your balls. My hands grab the shaft and slide up and down with the wetness from my mouth. As I take one of your balls in my mouth and gently roll it with my tongue, my free hand reaches back to your ass to squeeze your right cheek. You grab my hair and gently pull it, forcing my mouth from your ball. Your cock is free I cover the tip from the cool air with my mouth. My lips are full and juicy. I cup your balls in my hands as my mouth slides back and forth along your shaft, my tongue massaging underneath. Slowly back and forth, with each movement you enter farther and farther. With each deeper entrance, you stay longer and longer. When I feel you can take it no longer, I begin to swirl my tongue just around the tip of your dick and then take you back deep into my throat. I suck and lick the base of your cock, tracing my tongue along the vein until I reach the head and ever so slightly drag my soft teeth across the tip. My hands at the base can feel you pulsing with pleasure. I continue to slide you deep into my wet mouth and back out for that small burst of coolness from the air. You grab my hair and hold it out of my face. You want to watch your cock moving in and out of my wet hot mouth as you imagine my hot wet pussy. My hands go to your ass as I hold you close to my mouth. You are so deep in my mouth, I stop sliding you in and out and my tongue works you, pulsing like my pussy, forcing the rush of pleasure. I can feel you trying to stop it, trying to make it last, just a few more minutes is all you can handle. Long Lost Lovers Quick Note: I found this on my notepad from early last year and I have no recollection of writing it, so enjoy. ***** The hours ticked by slowly for Lewis as he patiently waited for the clock to strike 3am. He found himself sat in the front room of a strip club where, quite by chance, he had found a woman whom he'd lived and lost more than once. The woman in question was Casey Stone his private tutor while he'd been in university. Casey was older than Lewis by about 9 years and they'd had an on and off relationship since Lewis's nineteenth birthday. The pair had found themselves drifting apart after Lewis finished his Master's Degree in History but after a friends insistence to visit a strip club for his 26th birthday he'd found himself face to face with the voluptuous blonde. She'd just got on to the stage as Lewis had arrived and he'd been staring at her as she paraded up and down the catwalk in an almost see-through black lace bra and panty set. The first thing he'd done had been to get as close to the stage as he could, taking in the details of her still covered body and listening to the hoots of the other men there, all the while knowing that he'd seen her in more detail than amy if th could hope to. She'd recognised him straightaway of course and put on a little show for him, flashing a sultry smile before dropping the tiny bra from her perfect D-cup breasts. Without thought Lewis slipped a few notes into the garter which accompanied her outfit, with very little other motivation Casey began to get right to the edge of the stage and pushed her tits as close to Lewis as she could get but still out of his reach. She'd then turned round and made the same display with her perfect, tight, round ass. Lewis had a raging hard on and he'd only been in the club 10 minutes. The last straw was when she leaned over the barrier and whispered in his ear "We close at 3am, meet me in my dressing room, I'll leave the rear entrance open." She got up off her knees and walked back off the stage with a gratuitous wiggle of her perfect ass, which Lewis was convinced was the reason she heavily articulated the word rear. At 2:40 Lewis found himself still sat at the bar, watching the final dancer make her show before they finished for the day. Downing the rest of whatever cocktail was in his hand Lewis got up from the bar stool and walked out into the street, following the wall of the club until he found the open door. Walking slowly into the dimly lit room he saw her, in front of the mirror stood that beautiful, sexy girl who had had missed so dearly. She was there checking her makeup in the mirror, her blond locks draping over her shoulders, she was wearing a tight black miniskirt and an equally tight red top that showed off her ample cleavage. Lewis walked up to her straightening the collar of his leather jacket as he did, she caught his eye in the mirror with a smirk. "Right on time." She remarked simply. She turned around to face him, leaning against the table, smirking up at him. "Couldn't keep away." He said with a smirk to match hers. With a mischievous grin Casey took his face in her manicured hands, pulling him into a heated kiss. He couldn't describe how good it was to have this feeling again, her lips against his, her tongue demanding entry to his mouth. It felt amazing to be able to touch her, letting his hands roam over her back and the bare skin of her arms. He kissed down her jaw and neck, softly kissing and licking the exact spot that he knew would drive her wild until she moaned against him. "Oh," she moaned, dragging her fingers through his hair. He let his hands roam down her back, grabbing her ass and squeezing before lifting her up onto the dressing table. She immediately wrapped her legs around Lewis' hips, pulling him into another hard kiss as he cupped one of her breasts in his hand. She pushed his jacket off and into the floor. Lewis only became aware that Casey was undressing him when she pulled the shirt over his head, he was so absorbed by her soft lips and soft moan, kissing her like she was in charge, which she obviously was. He rolled Casey's top up without pushing it over her head, pleased to see that she wasn't wearing a bra, he quickly dipped his head down and took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking it until she cried out in pleasure. His hands soon found their way up her skirt, pushing the small thong aside and her pushed his fingers inside her soaking cunt. "Oh fuck," she moaned loudly, throwing her head back in pleasure. He fingered her quickly, as her hands undid the zip of his trousers and released his hard cock, taking it in her hand and stroking it as fast as his fingers fucked her. She let out a soft whimper of disappointment when he removed his fingers, which turned into a loud cry of pleasure when he pushed himself inside her. He had to take a moment to breath against her neck, attempting to calm himself down before he came straight away. It had been so long since he held felt this, the amazing sense of closeness to the woman he loved. At the feeling of impatient tugging on his hair Lewis began to move. There was no starting off slow and gentle, he had waited too long for that. His thrusts were hard and fast, so much so that the dressing table shook beneath them. She cried out louder and louder, begging him not to stop as her fingernails scratched down his back. He could tell she was right on the edge, holding on to make it last longer as he tried to do the same. All to soon neither of them could hold on any longer. Casey shook hard against him biting into his shoulder to muffle her scream as her climax hit her, and Lewis came only seconds later thrusting messily until he had completely emptied out inside of her. He held her close in the afterglow, pressing a soft kiss to her head and the two breathed heavily against each other. She untangled herself from his arms and made her way over to the sofa-bed with that irresistible come hitter look in her eye, he smirked profusely and quickly followed her. Lewis wrapped Casey in his arms and the pair collapsed into the thin bed. Lewis ran his hand up and down Casey's spine while her soft hands slowly stroked his still hard length. "Private tutor to stripper, what happened?" He asked. "A story for another day." Casey replied, rolling on top of him and pressing her lips to his in another filthy kiss.