2 comments/ 21296 views/ 3 favorites Old Friends Ch. 01 By: LaceyEdwards I could feel all my muscles go "aaahhh", as I sank into the tub of hot water topped with fragrant bubbles. The cares of the day were behind me as I hummed along with the sensual Latin guitar melodies emanating from the iPod. The warm glow of candlelight, reflected in the sand-coloured tiles, added to my sense of calm and well-being. I closed my eyes and began to plan the evening ahead. I was meeting an old boyfriend for the first time in over 30 years and everything had to be perfect. The past few months dieting and exercising had my body in its best shape in years and I had let my hair grow long, like it was even before I first met him. With carefully selected scented, moisturizing body wash, I caressed my body with the loofah to make sure my skin was soft, silky and smooth in all the right places. As I turned on the whirlpool jets, I toyed with the idea of exposing my clit to one of them. It always gave me an "eyes rolling back in my head" orgasm; but I wanted to save the possibility of that for later. For now, I just let the jets do their work of massaging my back and legs while my mind roamed freely. The intensity of my desire was kept going by the memory of his skill with his tongue and fingers. The timer on the jets turned off and the water cooling, I climbed out of the tub and grabbed a thick, fluffy towel off the warming rack. As I dried myself, I inspected my body in the mirror. Shoulders -- strong, well tanned, possibly my best feature! Breasts -- not bad for a gal my age, still relatively perky and a nice handful. I cupped each one and tested my nipple response -- instant "zap" to my clit and I could feel myself getting wet. It was all I could do not to reach down and bring myself off. Belly -- well, after two kids, it would never look the same, but the diet and exercise had taken some of the "jelly" out! A year of laser treatments had rendered my mound nearly hairless. I got out the trimmer and tidied up the small patch. Legs and thighs -- also strong and shapely and very smooth! Feet --perfect for toe-sucking, if you were into that kind of thing! I smiled as I slipped a new red silk and black lace, hip-length negligee over my head and eased a black lace thong over my thighs and hips. From the many e-mails we'd exchanged, I knew the effect this outfit would have on Blake. I slid my feet into red patent spike heels and struck a few poses in the mirror. A long strand of "pearls" completed the look. Dressed, candles lit, music playing softly, champagne on ice... there was a knock on the hotel room door. I was a little nervous as I peered through the peep hole. Although, he'd sent me photos by e-mail, I wasn't sure I'd recognize him. But there he was, Blake Aulde, a little older, but still with that head of thick, black curls! The look in his eyes and the bulge in his pants told me everything I needed to know when I opened the door. I stepped back into the room and, suddenly, things were a little awkward. "So, how are you?" he stammered. You would think we hadn't been e-mailing for years leading up to this. "I'm great," I smiled. "Champagne?" Never one to do a man's job, when a man is available, I offered him the bottle to open. With easy expertise, he wrapped a towel over the bottle, gave it a quick twirl and popped the cork. The towel dropped away and we had our first "ejaculation" of the evening as some champagne squirted onto his shirt. "Here," I said, taking the bottle from him, "let me get that wet shirt off you." With the sensual New Age sounds of Loreena McKennit playing in the background, I took my time unbuttoning his shirt, running my hands up over his shoulders and caressing his chest in between each button. With all the buttons undone, and his still nearly hairless chest exposed, I playfully licked and nipped each nipple. Inviting him to sit in the room's only chair, I poured us each a flute of champagne. "Here's to old friends," he toasted, and we clinked glasses. I took a sip and then noticed the towel on the floor. "Let me just tidy up a little," I said, as I bent over to pick it up, making sure he got a good look at my firm, round ass, barely-covered pussy and long, well-muscled legs. I stood up to see the tent in his pants and his mouth agape. I took that as an invitation and leaned in to tenderly touch his lips with mine. His response was like that of a starving man to a juicy steak. He began to suck and nibble at my lips, as his tongue sought the taste of my mouth. He pulled me onto his lap and his firm cock would have impaled me had it not been for the fabric between us. Straddling him, our lips and tongues became reacquainted. When, after what seemed like hours of passionate necking, I rose from his lap, there was a huge damp spot on his pants; from him, or me, it wasn't clear! I needed a drink! My nipples were in sharp relief against the red silk of my negligee and the crotch of my thong was soaked. I took a long gulp of champagne while Blake refilled his own glass. He drained it and filled it again. A slow rumba came on the stereo and, setting my glass on the night table, I began to move my hips in time with the music. My neck was feeling warm, so I reached up and lifted my blonde highlighted, shoulder-length hair, allowing Blake to get a good look at my firm triceps and biceps. He motioned for me to turn. I allowed my hair to fall as I did, but kept my arms raised, hips swinging sensuously, legs spread suggestively. Blake began to rub himself through the fabric of his pants. I could tell he wanted to close his eyes and lose himself in the pleasure, but he didn't want to miss a moment of the "show" in front of him. Not wanting to disappoint him, I reached for the hem of my negligee and slowly pulled it up, exposing my moist, thong-covered mound. By the time I had lifted the red silk over my breasts, his rubbing had become faster and his breathing heavy and the wet spot on his pants was growing. I lifted the negligee over my head and dropped it on the floor. The pearl necklace fell between my breasts and bounced gently against my mound as I continued to sway in time to the music, caressing my breasts and playing with my nipples. Blake groaned softly and closed his eyes. I could tell he was near the bursting point. Taking pity on him, I knelt before him and reached for his belt buckle. Quickly, I undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper. I managed, with some difficulty, to free his rampant cock from his boxers and, I swear, I'd never seen him so engorged. Taking him in my mouth, I teased his foreskin with my tongue. I could taste his pre-cum and it caused a mini-flood in my pussy. It was all I could do to keep from jumping on him there and then. I loved the feeling of his smooth cock head as I massaged the length of him with my tongue and lips. I sucked at his swollen member like a little kid with a forbidden lollipop; I wanted to taste all of him and finish it off -- fast! He didn't disappoint me when he suddenly stiffened, thrust against my palate and spurted hot, salty cum down my throat. I could hardly swallow fast enough and some spilled out the corners of my mouth. Raising my mouth to his, I kissed him deeply, sharing with him his own taste. "God, Alexa," he moaned, "you are better than I remember!" "Really, Blake? Well, the best is yet to come," I breathed, reaching for my champagne glass and draining the remaining liquid. Old Friends Ch. 01 The sound echoed down the winding staircase making my head snap up and my eyes widen as I shut the door behind me. The sound was gone as quickly as it had appeared. I decided I must have imagined it due to my thoughts still remaining with the fun I had had with my friend Amy the previous evening. A long low noise again floated down from the upper levels of the house. Confused I stepped lightly towards the stairs wondering how I could possibly be hearing moans emanating from my supposedly empty house. I had lived alone for the last three years since I inherited the house from my parents after their untimely death. It was a large house, far too large for a single man but i had not yet had the heart to put it on the market. I had grown up seemingly only feet from where the now louder and more explicit moaning was coming from. "Oh fuck!" I heard a women cry. And then nothing only the regular sounds of my house. Now on the stairs I quietly began to move up the stairs pressing myself against the wall as I went. Moving cautiously, trying to see down the corridor at the top of the staircase I took each step slowly and carefully, knowing the house to be very old, and therefore subject to being extremely creaky. I neared the top and saw the light in my bedroom was on but the door was closed. The fact that it could be a robber or a potential murderer in the house did not even cross my mind, as I stared at the door pondering what my next move should be. The sounds I had heard still captivated my mind and my curiosity. The door began to open and a lithe young woman with long dark hair, with some subtle blond highlights, dressed only in a towel quickly emerged. The stair took this opportunity to creak and she spun round with a start, and seeing me she squealed in excitement and ran over towards me. "John!" she said happily as she approached. "Deb!" I said, returning her smile as comprehension dawned. Deb was my old university flatmate who I hadn't seen in a good five years since she moved to Italy for work. We had both been on the same course and had even shared a flat in the second and third years. We had been good friends throughout the three years but had had to go our separate ways for our careers. I had heard from her a few months ago and she told me she was heading up her own research facility back in England and she mentioned she would like to visit and catch up at some point. I had completely forgotten she had said, just last week, she would be coming this weekend. "Sorry I didn't call. I wanted to surprise you. Plus I know you always leave a key outside." She smiled and winked at me. "No, it's no problem, I'm glad there was a key, it's not exactly warm outside is it? How are you Deb? "I asked after we hugged. Feeling her C cup breasts press into me through her towel reminded me of the reason I had crept up my own staircase and I pulled away to hide my arousal caused by the fact that I had heard her touching herself and from the sounds of it climaxing in my room. "Yeh I'm really good thanks, got settled in last week and the work starts on Monday. I didn't know when you'd be home; I thought I might have a chance for a quick shower. I had to use your en suite which is why I was in your room." She said sheepishly, pulling her towel tighter round her. My mind again flashed with potential images of what she had actually been doing when I got home and I was momentarily tongue tied. "Right I'll just go get dressed and then we'll catch up properly, yen?" she asked smiling. "Sure, I'll just go put the kettle on then" I replied as my tongue began to obey my brain yet again. I started to walk back down the stairs casting one last glance over my shoulder as I watched her walk away. Wow, I thought to myself, she still has one of the greatest asses I've ever seen. Later that night, after a nice dinner and a couple of hours of talking, catching up on our personal lives and work, we both made our way up to bed. I had shown her to a room down the hall, one of the many spares I had. Our work had dominated a lot of the conversation earlier that evening; we both worked in the same field, research into the production of new antibiotics to fight the rise of resistant bacteria in the world's hospitals. The conversation had been stimulating and it had been great to catch up with Deb but I couldn't help my mind wandering back to earlier. I also couldn't help my eyes occasionally wandering down to her full breasts and nice cleavage in the low cut top she was wearing. Her slim figure and sexy long legs also took a lot of abuse from my wandering eyes when she reached for her glass or looked away for any reason. I couldn't help but picture, while we chatted, what I had almost interrupted earlier. The image of her naked wet body fresh from the shower lying on a towel on my king size bed, her legs spread her fingers feverishly rubbing her clit faster and faster causing her to throw her head back, her face contorting in pleasure as she came, moaning and panting. Her breasts rising and falling as she breathed heavily recovering from her orgasm which had just ripped through her delicious body taunted my mind and made me wish I had come home just a few minutes earlier. I flopped down on my bed after taking off all my clothes and finishing my nightly ablutions. A thought then struck me as I led where I imagined Deb had but a few hours ago. Why had she done that? Done anything at all? Was it being here, in my room, or was it just because women have needs like guys sometimes? My mind kept telling me the former was ridiculous. I had always found her to be gorgeous and always wanted to ask her out. But I always thought I was stuck forever in the friend zone and so I had moved on, sometimes even with her help as my wingman. I gave up on the mental debate over whether her actions were a coincidence or not and decided to let my cock take control after having managed to contain it all evening. I got up, still naked and quietly opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. I moved down the hallway to her room and pressed my ear against her door as quietly as I could, hoping to hear a repeat of earlier that day. To my surprise and delight I was not to be disappointed, I heard a rustle of sheets and then a low sigh of pleasure. I listened intently hoping to hear more. After a few minutes I began to hear her breathing quicken and a few moans emanated from her room. If I listened closely I could hear the slick noises of her fingers running up and down her wet slit. I couldn't bear it anymore; I figured she sounded quite preoccupied as her moans escalated. I twisted the doorknob and opened the door a crack. The view I was granted, however slight was enough to cause my cock to reach new levels of hardness and I began to stroke it up and down slowly. The room was dark but light from outside illuminated the bed. I could see her naked body exactly as I had pictured. She was on her back with her legs raised and spread wide. Her luscious breasts caught my eye and I started to stroke my hard cock faster as I stared at her large hard nipples. My gaze moved down her stunning body and I almost let out a moan myself as I saw the wondrous site between her legs. Her fingers were working her clit fast and I could hear it was having the desired effect from the noises she was making, "Mmm oh god" she moaned, her eyes closed tightly. Her pussy was glistening with her wetness in the moonlight and I could tell she was close. Her moans got louder and more expletive as her fingers continued to rub her clit while her other hand began to squeeze her large breasts and squeeze her nipples. "Ohh fuck yeh! " she moaned loudly, her hips lifted off the bed and her body quivered. Her fingers stopped their work as she began to shudder. "Oh Oh Ohh god! Yes! Yes!" Each quiver of her body accompanied with its own moan. Her hips lowered to the bed as she reached the end of her climax and her eyes slowly opened as a beautiful smile appeared on her now relaxed face. I was rubbing frantically now and I felt the cum begin to rush out of my balls. My legs almost buckled as my orgasm hit my cum shooting out of throbbing member in great spurts. I continued to gaze at her fantastic tits as I came, shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum. I didn't think I could cum so hard, each spurt came with a pulse of pleasure that ran through my cock. Eventually my orgasm slowed and stopped. I released my cock and I reached to put my hand on the door frame to steady myself. But my post orgasmic state foiled my attempt and I slipped and pushed my hand against the door. It swung open with a creak, and my head snapped up for the third time that day, this time to look directly into the gorgeous, yet now angry looking blue eyes of my friend. END OF CHAPTER 01 Thank you all for reading. Any feedback is welcome and greatly appreciated. This is my first attempt at any form of writing. If you enjoyed what you read, please leave a comment and I will continue the story. I know it could develop into a very exciting storyline.