Memories of M

Part 1 – Are you in London tonight?

“Are you in London tonight?”.

My heart skipped slightly when the text message popped up on my phone. I hadn’t seen M in years. Sure we’d followed each other on facebook, seen what each other had been doing, but we hadn’t spoken to each other since we last saw each other in person five years ago.

“Yeah mate. I’m here for two days. How’s you?” was my innocuous reply. I didn’t want to place too much hope right now. I didn’t want to start playing out fantasies I knew wouldn’t happen. Why get your hopes up, right?

“I’m here too. Not up to much tonight…”

“What does that mean?” I wonder to myself as I feel a little thrill of excitement growing in me.

M and I never really worked well as a couple, but my god did we work well in the bedroom…or the kitchen…or the living room…or anyplace else the mood struck us. Don’t get me wrong. We liked each other just fine. We just didn’t want to date.

“Yeah you know. Just alone in the hotel tonight…” I liked that. That puts the ball back in her court. Two can play at this game, remember M?

“You fancy doing something? ;-)” “Yeah. You”.

Ok so that was a little bolder, but in my defence I was a glass of wine down and horny as fuck. I was getting the sense that she was up for some fun and the last thing I wanted to do was play so coy that we miss the chance.

We made plans for her to come to my hotel that night at 8PM. That was three hours from now, and I already could feel the wait would be agony. In my mind I played back the last time we had sex. I remember the taste of her, the feel of her fingers running through my hair and the tightness of her surrounding me as we frantically tried to fuck before anybody opened the door of the office closet. I remember her whispering into my ear “cum inside me” and of how it felt, seconds later, as I unleashed a massive sigh and came deep inside of her, her legs shaking as her own orgasm took her over.

“Just in the lobby. You ready?”

Oh god she’s here. For the fifteenth time that hour I made sure the room was tidy, the wine was ready and my breath was fresh as a mint. I felt like I was 15 again….nervous for some reason to see a woman I had done some pretty filthy things with. But I guess that’s the thing about fantasies. You build things up until they don’t even seem real any more.

When I opened the door and saw her standing there, a cheeky smile on her face and a naughty twinkle in her eye, I knew the next few hours were going to be memorable. She’d remembered what I like and was in a beautiful long black dress that showed just enough flesh to be sexy but hid enough of it to allow my mind to wander. It was a dress that invited me in, and I suddenly found I couldn’t take it anymore.

Her eyes widened in surprise as I grabbed her outstretched hand and pulled her swiftly into the room and shut the door. I pushed her hard up against the wall and kissed her long and deep.

“Fuck me I want you” she whispered as I started to kiss down her neck. She flinched slightly as a bit down on her ear – not enough to mark but enough to startle her. She likes that. I remember. I remember everything.

“Oh god J I missed you” she breathed, raking her fingers through any hair as I worked my way down her shoulders.

“You’re mine tonight” I whispered, coming back up to kiss her gently on the lips. “And you’re going to do exactly what I tell you to.” Her smile widened. I could see her start to breath heavier as my fingers undid the back of her dress and it fell down to the ground. She wasn’t wearing anything under the dress. Perfect. She knows that’s what I like.

I picked her up and carried her to the bed. Our eyes were locked together. We both knew what we wanted. We both knew what we needed.

“What do you want…” she started softly.
“Shhhh” I said, interrupting her. “Your mine right now. I want to taste every inch of you.”

I lay her down on the bed, I could feel her body responding. I knew she was aching to feel me – to feel my tongue on her breasts, to feel my lips slowly close over her nipples, to feel my warm breath on her pussy.

I moved from her lips down her neck, tracing small lines with my tongue and delighting with the way each small movement made her twitch slightly. I slowly traced my fingers around her breasts, admiring how perfect they were. The soft flesh, white compared to her tanned body. Her nipples, hard now in preparation, raised and waiting for my mouth.

“jesus…” she moaned as I slowly brought my tongue down on her left nipple. Just a small touch. Just a tease. She arched her back and tried to push her breast further towards my mouth. But I was stronger. I help her back, delighting in how my slow teasing was working her further and further into an agonised ecstasy.

After a minute or two or teasing, I took her left nipple in my mouth and sucked it gently.

“oh god J…” she breathed as her right hand moved down to my trousers, searching for my cock. I pushed it back.

“This is my turn remember” I whispered into her ear.

I sat back to take in the view. Naked on my hotel bed, she was exactly what I remembered. Her long black hair spread out was a stark contrast to the white sheets. He tanned smooth skin waiting for me to explore it. Her neatly trimmed pussy was waiting for me to go inside.

I traced a finger up her thigh. He moaned again and looked at me. “God I missed you”.

I smiled and lowered my head down between her legs. It wasn’t time yet. Still too much teasing to be done. Too much anticipation for both of us.

I started to kiss the underside of her knee, working my way up her leg as she wriggled beneath me, trying to position herself to give me the best access possible. I but my mouth right up to the top of her thigh and breathed slowly on her pussy. I knew she wanted my tongue on her pussy. Smiling to myself I traced my tongue over the mound above her pussy, missing intentionally the spot she so desperately wanted me to turn to.

“Not yet babe” I though to myself as I softly traced my tongue up her other sigh. I could see how wet she was now, and feel her breathing quickening. She wanted me.

Softly I touched the tip of my tongue to her pussy. “Oh fuck” she cried softly.

I traced my tongue around and around…dipping closer and closer each time , but pulling away just as I reached the spot I knew she was waiting for.

Closer and closer…my tongue worked around her pussy agains and again…drawing her deeper into the moment…making sure she felt nothing but the feel of my breath on her pussy, as her fingers dug deeper into the top of my back.

I relented and parted her lips with my tongue as I worked my way into her waiting pussy. I could feel her body tensing as, thrust after thrust, I worked my tongue deeper inside her.

Suddenly she arched up and looked down at me, my head buried in between her thighs. “Please let me cum baby” she said, her breath catching and her chest heaving with excitement.

I smiled at her. I knew what she wanted.

I positioned myself further down the bed, giving me more room to move and pushing her legs out slightly wider. I flattened my tongue and pressed it into her clit, applying the pressure I knew she wanted.

It worked. She started to move her hips in rhythm to my tongue. Pressing me mouth harder against her pussy as I worked a slow rhythm of pressure on her clit. She dug her fingers into my hair and pulled me in closer, thrusting her hips at me. I could feel the her. With my mouth still firmly pressed on her clit I looked up from between her legs to see her beautiful face masked with pleasure. Her eyes closed, she was biting her bottom lip. I knew she was close.

Her speed increased. My tongue kept working the pressure on her clit as we moved in rhythm together on the bed. Suddenly she jerked her head back and I could feel the trembling inside her as she started to cum. A hard twitch inside and I could feel the waves of pleasure shoot from inside her and across her whole body. Her fingers were digging into my back at this point, sharp shooting pain raked my body as she dug her nails in, unable to stop herself from crying out as her orgasm grew more intense. Pain I loved.

Finally she collapsed back on the bed, her legs limp but betraying the random twitches as her body slowly unwound itself from the intense pleasure she’d been experience. Her grip on my back loosened and because a caress.

The storm had passed, and slowly worked my way up and softly kissed her lips. They were raw from where she was biting them, and I could tell both of us would wear some scars from this encounter.

“God I missed that…” she murmured as we locked into a deeper embrace, her body, spent from pleasure, trembling beneath me.