True Sex Stories: Reunion

"I raised my ass and wiggled it in his direction. Shifting the underwear out of his way, he licked my anus through the great rent that he had left in the pantyhose."

Frank was in London for the day. He invited me to dinner at an Italian restaurant near Covent Garden, after which, buzzed from the bottle of Tuscan wine, we returned to my apartment. The roommate and her fiancé are in Paris, so we had the place to ourselves.

As soon as the front door had closed, Frank had me tight against the wall. The kisses were hungry as we struggled out of our winter jackets. Before, over risotto and bistecca, we had the conversational intercourse of minds, as two friends who had missed each other's company catching up. Now, as lovers who had longed for a reunion, we required the conversational intercourse of bodies in places where words are superfluous. Fingers touching everywhere, lips kissing, his hardness insistent against my belly, we reacquainted ourselves. Frank reached behind me and shucked the gray sweater dress over my ass. His strong fingers gripped my cheeks through the nylon hose. Yearning for his tastes and textures, I suckled on his tongue and ran my fingers through his hair. When I raised a leg up and brought the inside face to a right angle against his hip, Frank caught the bottom of my thigh and pressed his weight into me, pushing my back flat against the wooden partition behind me. He went for my breasts. His head sunk into the cleavage in the front, and he shifted the soft wool aside to kiss and suck at the hillock of skin that the bra left exposed on top. As he did this, his arm reached between my legs. The fingers stretched up along the division of my ass, and the forearm slid against my cunt to create an exquisite friction on my pubis from below.

I knelt and extracted his penis from his trousers. After I had run my tongue through the springy curl of pubic hair to acquire his taste, I sucked him. The shaft, already thick with his arousal, assumed greater heft and elongated over my tongue as the blood rushed in to fill the vessels there. Frank hooked his hand around the back of my neck and rocked his hips at me as I collapsed my cheeks and dipped my head down and dragged my lips backward and taut over the hot flesh. Fingers twisted around the pedestal at the base of the column. No sooner had the first warm drops of precome, mixed up with the soft grain of the glans, touched upon my palate than a shudder ran through me, and I stopped, intent on the extraordinary sensation. The flavor invoked the memory of all those other times that I had sucked him off, and how I so missed having the girth and the balance and the weightiness and the substantial presence of his cock atop my tongue. I took a deep sniff of the masculine scents around me. I swiped the hair aside and placed a kiss on his groin. Moaning my contentment to him, I closed my eyes and took the glans into my mouth again, this time allowing it to sink deeper within. A steady progression into my throat yielded Frank's own exhalations of undiluted pleasure as a second reward.

He wouldn't let me stay on my knees forever. He pulled me upright and kissed me, his tongue flicking along the points of my teeth, chasing his taste. On the sofa, I pulled the dress over my shoulders and released the breasts from their confinement. Before I could remove the tights and finish stripping, Frank was on top of me. He pushed my torso flat on the cushions and raised my ass into the air. His fingers pressed and rubbed at the two openings through the nylon and the lacy fabric of my underwear, which dampened under this attention. Wedging the rise of the fabric between the buttocks and nudging it aside, his tongue lapped at my asshole through the stockings. While he nipped and licked, the hands massaged the curves and cambers of the flesh.

Teeth bit into the nylon and tore a hole. Frank pushed his fingers through the seams. The tights ripped apart with a loud crackle.

The sudden aggression that Frank exhibited was out of character for him, and it turned me on beyond measure. I raised my ass and wiggled it in his direction. Shifting the underwear out of his way, he licked my anus through the great rent that he had left in the hose. I spread my cheeks apart so that his tongue would follow the length of the crease. He swabbed from top to bottom. The fingers worked my pussy, pinning the lips flat, penetrating inside, pressing at the walls within, poking at my G-spot. The spendings from my stretched out cunt layered, thick and viscous, onto his fingers. He slathered it over my hairless pussy. The thumb pressed down on the clit and vibrated as though holding and extending and modulating a note on some stringed instrument. He played me. I cried out my exaltation.

When he asked me to turn myself around, I reclined on the sofa with one leg extended to my side and the other folded up and vertical on the pillow beside me. Frank went to the floor and stooped his head over my cunt. He varied the stimulation, cycling among the tongue, the lips, the teeth, the nose rubbing, the fingers outside, the fingers inside, the digits thrusting, spinning, pinching, stroking, teasing, prodding, and he kept going until I came. Evidently, he had missed my taste as well.

In the bedroom, we fucked through the tatters of black nylon. Frank entered me from behind to start.

I have bedded with this man more frequently than I have with any other in London. He knows my body, and I know his. The walls of my cunt hugged him with an embrace of welcome. They went all supple around the shaft and made room for his tenancy within. I gasped as he dragged the erection in and out. Though they tried to grip his head, the muscles collapsed behind him when he pulled his penis away from me. He held my thigh in one hand, pressed the other flat against my shoulder and backed out almost the whole way before reversing course. The motion was slow paced and deliberate. The underwear added a tightness to the movements. The hitch in my breathing was the loudest sound to my ears.

After a time, Frank picked up the pace. When he came close to releasing, he pulled back and brought himself supine on the bed. I stroked the penis. Straddling his body, I positioned the shaft upright and steadied the tip against my entrance. Lowering myself on top, I reveled in the sensation of fullness. I liked having his tall cock pointing up into me. Frank held me by the hips and thrust with his pelvis, rocketing the penis skyward with an intense and forceful tempo and letting gravity bring him down again. Because I wanted him to come, I tightened my muscles and compressed my vagina about the erection. Always the gentleman, he held off his orgasm until I had one of my own. His finger strummed at my clitoris. After I had squeaked my delight, he turned us over and pounded me from above. My feet were in the air and I held myself open for him, clutching his powerful biceps as he powered into me. An electric jolt hit me each time he bottomed out. The cock plowed me hard, and then he grunted a sequence of low, guttural sounds. His jaw dangled down. The shaft pulsed against the enclosure of my pussy as the balls expelled his semen. When his body crumpled on top of me, I kissed his collar as he panted for air. I liked being pinned by his mass.

We fucked once more in the night and again this morning. The first time was my favorite.

Republished with permission from Leah Lays London. Want to see your true tale of lust on Fleshbot? Contact us. Photo by Richard Kern.