Friends since our teens, we had met sometime ago while I was home visiting. However, with life as complicated as it tends to be, and constant travel, our paths had not crossed in a few years. It had been close to 10 years since we'd last spoken, a rushed coffee in a little place downtown, a conversation filled with promise, innuendo and wishful thinking, but little else. We had fucked around in college, fumbling like people not sure of themselves but seemingly enjoying a daring sex life that, as it turns out, was not all that daring.
Now, like then, we sit across each other in the crowded bar of an airport hotel, sipping coffee, while stranded over-night. Falling back on habit, we sit and chat, move from coffee to wine, catch up on family and friends, but unlike last time, we know we have the night, and enjoy stretching time. We reminisce about our first sexual encounters, people we dated, good sex we had, both together and separately, bad sex we wished we could forget, and slowly we learn we have evolved. He is now twice-divorced with a "voracious" sexual appetite that requires a partner that doesn't mind bending to his will and, while no details are actually voiced, I am left imagining his skill and dedication to the task of fucking. While we had not been shy that many years ago, and he had certainly had a one-track mind stuck on his pleasure, the picture I was painting in my mind was now much more focused and intense, a clearer path towards hedonism.
As always, I have to call home and reluctantly say goodnight with the promise of meeting him for breakfast. We trade phone numbers, again, and I'm off to my room leaving him to a last drink. The what-ifs running through my mind, the remembered kisses and caresses, the innuendo in his words and my very active imagination had me squirming has I walk down the hall to my room. I can feel my cunt wet and swollen, and I have to suppress a shudder with every step. Shit, I think to myself, I have to call home without giving away how turned-on I am.
My call is peaceful and quick and by the time I am finished, I am laying in bed, in my panties and bra, having discarded my clothes almost by instinct. The throbbing between my legs has not lessened, and I am perfectly aware that a great fuck lays in waiting not very far away. I'll take a bath.... if, by the time I am done with it I still cannot sleep, I'll call him. I vacillate between the warm bath to sooth my muscles, and the shower (and the shower head) that can give me quick relief, but choose the bath instead. As I'm getting ready to get in the tub, my phone chimes.
Sam: done with ur call? what u doing?
Me: all done. getting in the tub
Sam: want company?
Me: hum........
Sam: unlock the door. get in the tub. do not touch yourself.
This is happening. With the decision made for me, all I can do now is wait and revel in the anticipation. I unlock the door, and quickly get in the tub, with water covering almost all of me. My knees are above the water line, as are my breasts, the nipples flushed pink from my excitement. I slide down and cover myself to my chin, then rise again, the water gently lapping on my body. I lay my back down on the edge of the tub, my arms stretched wide to avoid touching myself, but can still feel the water tormenting me. I try to think back and remember the details of his body, but everything is a bit fuzzy. I did not remember him being as big as he seemed today, tall and wide, and although I could remember enjoying his cock, I could not remember what it looked like, tasted like....it was a long time ago! What does it matter? He'll be here soon, anyway! Then you can taste it all you like....
Finally, I feel cool air coming from the room, and hear the snick of the door latching closed. I cannot hear his steps on the carpet and, for the longest time, I hear nothing. Then, the lights go out and the thin sliver of light coming in the door, gets smaller and smaller.
- Sam is that you? What are you doing?
- Lie back and be a good girl, is the answer I get from behind me. Don't ask questions. You trusted me before, you can trust me again.
- What are your plans?
- Didn't I just say "don't ask questions"? If you want to play, and I know you do, you have to play by the rules.
While he speaks, I can feel him behind me, unmoving, and I can feel myself warming up even though the water is getting cooler. There is some shuffling, the clink of glass, and the drag of furniture and he finally says:
- Don't move from where you are, just scoot up onto your beautiful ass and tilt your head back as far as it can go.
I shift in the tub, bringing my arms down to scoot and he says:
- No, leave your arms where they are, or I will restrain them. Scoot back on your ass and tilt your head.
As I awkwardly move back, I can feel the water sloshing around and gently lapping and my pussy lips. It is so soft that, if I weren't so swollen, I wouldn't feel it at all. But, as I am full to bursting, the gently lapping makes my nipples tighten even more.
- That's it. Now tilt your head, and open your mouth.
By now, all I can process is that I am hot and slippery wet, and he wants my head back with my mouth open. I know, I just know he's going to put something in it but, what I did not expect was to feel his breath on my face and a trickle of whisky being poured down my mouth, from his mouth. I jolted when I felt it, but quickly recovered once I felt his mouth closing on mine, his tongue sliding in, forceful and oh so sweet.... Familiar and new all at once. But he gave me no time to enjoy it....
- Ah! Look at you, so eager. I bet you're fucking horny, aren't you? You were always a hot little cunt....
And just like that, it all comes rushing back. The dirty talking, the veiled commands, the endless fucking. I wonder how good he has become in the interim... a selfish lover or a pleasant surprise? Will he measure up, now that I know what the perfect pairing can be like? Looking back at him I can see he knows what I'm thinking and his eyes glow with anticipation.
- With your left hand, touch your juicy cunt and tell me how wet you are....
I lay my head down, and close my eyes as my hand travels down my belly, pass my pubis and over my clit. Hard enough to feel friction, gentle enough to ensure I don't cum just yet and, all of a sudden the most piercing nipple pinch raises me from my fluffy cloud.
- Did I say you could close your eyes? Look at me..... Did I say you could enjoy yourself touching your cunt for your pleasure? Your cunt and your pleasure are mine tonight. I'll give it or take it away as I wish. Another pinch....
- Do I make myself clear?
- Yes...
- Yes, what?
- Yes, Sir!
- No, not Sir. I'm Sam. Just Sam. Just the guy who is going to fuck you sideways and not let you come unless you do exactly as you're told. Try again.
- Yes, Sam.
- Much better. Now... tell me how wet you are.
- Very wet.
