I remember you

I remember you, the way you smell. Your arms around me, holding me close. Your breath on my neck, you whisper my name in my ear. Hands moving over my back, under my shirt, over my skin. "So soft," you say. You love the feel of my skin under your hands.

You lean back, looking me deep into my eyes ... into my soul .... where you find your own reflection looking back. Lean in to kiss me tenderly, softly on my lips. Tongue teases me, then fills my mouth with it's sweetness. You kiss me deep and strong. I remember you.

I feel you wanting me, touching me, loving me. I want to fill you inside me. I want you to fill me up. Slowly you take off my shirt, hands moving over my breasts, under my bra, teasing my nipples with your fingers. You brush your tongue over my taut nipples. I arch my back to meet your mouth.

You're insistent fingers pull my belt from their loops. Unbottoning my pants, you slid your hand down my stomach between my silky panties and my hot skin. Down you slid, into the moistness. You tease my pussy with your finger, brushing me with your finger tips. "Please," I beg. "Oh, please." You slid your fingers into the silky wetness. You know right where to stroke to make me cum. Over and over, you rub and rub, again and again I cum. My legs shake and my breath catches in my throat. Oh, yes, I remember you.

Slowly we sink to the floor. You're above me, loving me with your tongue, your hands, your body and your eyes. You slide my jeans over my hips. I can feel you hard and ready against my thigh. I close my eyes and you slide your hard dick deep inside me. How you rock me back and forth, cuming over and over. I feel your dick swell as you cum deep inside me. I say your name as you make me cum again and again.

Yes, I remember you. I will always remember you.

Say my name

Do you remember when you spent the day at my house?

You came back afterlunch and we went back to our room. I was so pleased that you came back and all I wanted to do was get you back into that bed.

I grabbed your hand and lead you down the hall to the bedroom. Once we were there, we started kissing and pulling at each others clothes. You were biting on my neck and I was swirling my tongue in your ear. I reached down and could feel you getting hard for me.

You looked so cute that day! But all I wanted was to feel you inside me again.

I pulled off my shirt and bra and you started sucking my nipples and running you tongue over my skin. God, I was so hot!

You put your fingers inside me, and started stroking that sweet, sweet spot until you rocked me over and over again with orgasms.

Then, you were inside me. I had waited for it and I was so ready to make you cum. At first you started slow, rocking back in forth, rubbing me with your dick and kissing me with that sweet, wet tongue. Then you started going faster and deeper inside me.

I grabbed onto the bars of the bed and pushed myself against you so you would go as deep as possible, pushing in time with your thrusts. You sat back and I could see your eyes roll back in your head because it felt so good. I could feel myself getting ready to cum, my moans growing louder.

I was holding my breath and concentrating on each thrust and the shudders of my body, ready to explode.

Then you said my name, and told me to look in your eyes. At that moment you came so hard and I followed right behind you.

Once, twice, three times, my body shook with each orgasm.

When we were done, you cuddled up behind me and kissed my ear. We rested for a little bit, then started again.

Touch me there

After that first hysterical kiss, the techie and I started meeting in out-of-the-way places on our way to and from work. We also snuck off to tucked away conference rooms and made out like high school sophomores. It was all kissing and rubbing in the beginning. The first time he made me cum, I almost cried at the intensity of it. We had entered a whole new level of pleasure.

From there we advanced to “our” secluded meeting spots where we did anything and everything but sex to get each other off. The desire was breathtaking. Using only his fingers, he would make me cum until my legs shook from the strain of holding them open. I would suck, stroke and rub him until he was fully satisfied.

We set the date for our first time. He picked the hotel. I wore something pretty.

Evolution

At one pinnacle of my life, I found myself: a mother, a wife, a satisfied professional and unhappy. I felt weighted, struggling for the definition of who I am, not how I am defined.

And then I met my techie. He talked to me about sports, weather, books, food and everything under the sun. He smiled and me and didn't see childbirth in my history. He wanted me, he called me sexy. I let him have it all.

Our first venture into the dark land seemed innocuous to us. We went for drinks after work and after a beer or two, I confessed that I had a little crush on him. As the fates would have it, he felt the same way. We laughed and shrugged at the silliness of two grown and married people having crushes. That was Wednesday.

By Friday, we were convinced that the only way to dispel the flirty aura around us was to share just one kiss – get it out of our systems. It was ridiculous but we were consumed with the thought of it. How would it happen? Where? Who would make the first move?

I met him in an isolated room near his office. Neither of us would make the first move. It was so juvenile, but my heart was racing like he was the first boy I’d ever kissed. I leaned in for a hug and his mouth was on mine, fevered and wet. I was insane with kissing, but it was all wrong. He didn’t taste right, he didn’t kiss right. His hands were all over me. I pushed him away. This was no longer funny. We’d really crossed the line.

I shrugged and laughed. Told him that he needed some practice before we did that again. He joked about teaching him the tricks. I left.

Later that night I called him and offered that lesson. We’d officially crossed from flirting to fucking.