Our next encounter was some eight years later on a Friday night in the local nightclub. I worked for the club DJ who had a record shop in the centre of town with his flat above.
We were in the club early for 'Happy Hour' 10.00 till 11.00pm. It was about 10.15 when I was approached quite secretly by Maggy.
"Julia and Denise having been telling me that you are quite good in bed!" she whispered in my ear. And then before I could respond, she added. "Would you like to get the key to the flat in town and take me back there?"
"Yes, of course I would like to! We could continue where we left off 8 years ago." I remarked, "But I have only just arrived. Just give me half an hour and then I will come and find you. Is that ok?" I asked.
"Yes, see you then."
Well, it wasn't 30 minutes later was it? It was a good hour and when I caught up with Mags, she said I had drunk too much, and she refused to go!
Asking for that extra half hour is still one of the biggest regrets in my life!
I saw Mags often over the next ten years, before I left my hometown, and tried on a number of occasions to get into her knickers, but it never happened.
In the last 40 years I have often fantasised about what might have happened if we had gone back to the flat.
What follows is my favourite fantasy!
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The flat is about a fifteen minutes' walk from the club. We are both giddy as we set off, not knowing what to expect and how the evening might unfold. We are going to have at least three hours on our own together.
"So, when were you and your mates talking about me then?" I ask.
"Oh, we were out on a girls' night out last week and you came up!" Maggy replies.
"Ah, what did they have to say?" I asked, intrigued to know.
"Erm, they said you were considerate, keen to make sure they enjoyed themselves. They said you were very energetic, able to hold back so you could keep going for quite a long time and liked to try lots of different positions. They also said you were quite well endowed! Has it grown since I last had hold of it?"
"Probably! You will soon find out won't you!" I quip.
"Maybe! Depends how things go." She teases, as we push on toward the flat.
On arrival, entry is through the shop main door. We move through to the back of the shop where I sort the alarm and then we climb the stairs to the flat above. I let Mags go first.
Have I told you what Mags was wearing? Well, she has on a navy-blue silk jumpsuit which buttons up the front, together with navy heels. It is quite a tight fitting and it is obvious she is not wearing a bra. And her panties were very skimpy.
As she climbs the stairs in front of me, I watch her tight buttocks rise and fall with each step. The sight starts the blood surging into my member for the first time of many that evening.
As we get to the top of the stairs, the kitchen and lounge doors are off to the right, with the bedroom door dead ahead. The bedroom is quite small with only just enough room for a large double bed, a small dressing table and a narrow wardrobe; oh, and a very big mirror!
Walking through the door, which is open, the bed is to the left, immediately behind the door and up against the left-hand wall. A large mirror, the full length of the bed and about 5 feet high is propped up against the right-hand wall giving a full reflection of the bed area. The wardrobe is on the left-hand wall, at the foot of the bed. On the far wall, opposite the door is a large window which has the dressing table beneath it.. The curtains are open.
As Mags goes to close the curtains, I quickly close the door to and hurry up behind her, taking hold of her hips to pull her back toward me so my now erect cock presses against her buttocks.
"Oooh; feels like someone is getting frisky!" She says, repeating something she had said to me when we were in bed together 8 years earlier.
I don't reply. Instead, I reach around with both hands to grab her now ample boobs (she was at least a 36 c, possibly even a D!). They may be big, but they are very firm, and her nipples are so long and hard. As I fondle her tits and play with her nipples through the silk of her jump suite, I take her right ear in my mouth to nuzzle it! As I do, she reaches back with her right hand and slides it between us, to grab hold of my erection and squeeze it through my trousers, as she did 8 years ago.
"That feels interesting!" She says. "It feels just as hard as I remember, but it is definitely bigger!"
"You say the nicest things!" I whisper in her ear.
"I just hope it's not too big!"
"Don't worry, it won't be, both Julia and Denise coped with it." I say as I now move my right hand down from her boobs towards her crotch. At just above waist level, I manage to open one of the buttons on her suit and slip my hand in, sliding it down through the waistband of her panties and through her thick, curly dark bush to the top of her labia. In my experience, once you get your hand inside a girl's knickers and start rubbing her pussy, you are on to a winner!
"Oh yes!" She moans as I now begin to nuzzle her long neck and slide my index finger up and down along the length of her labia.
"Do you like that?" I ask.
"Oh yes, I love it she moans.
"Then you are going to love this!" I say as I now target her erect clit and begin to twiddle it.
"Oh, I do, I do!" She groans. "Did you do this to Julia?"
"Yes, and to Denise. They loved it too, especially when I made them cum." I add, as I rub her clit more quickly now.
After a couple of minutes of attention to her clit I feel her body starting to tense.
"Fuck, I am gunna cum!" she moans as I rub ever faster. "Yes, that's it, that's it! I gunna cum! I gunna cum!' she groans, as her body goes stiff and then starts to shake and shudder.
