It could have been minutes, could have been hours, that I savored such a long awaited return of his cock. I had let my hand gently rub across and around his soft member, as I lay between his legs, both of us naked and spent after our first encounter in years. My memory had not let exaggeration magnify the girth or length of his shaft, nor my intense hunger for it. Lying with him now, feeling wrapped in the heat between us, absolutely validated my reasons for seeking him out again after so many years.
I turned on my side, and wiggled in closer under his leg to let my tongue find the tip of his cock and lap gently around the tip. I licked up along his shaft to end with a kiss just under his belly button, then rested my head on his hip to look up at his face. He was still lying back, staring at the ceiling. I let my fingers run ever so softly along his inner thigh, stopping just before they touched his scrotum, then ran them back down slowly.
He let out a sigh as his hips shuttered, just slightly, at the stimulation. Moving his hand, he softly ran his fingers through my hair as we remained silent for a few moments, both drinking in our steamy reunion. Music played, incense burned, and the otherwise dingy motel room remained aglow with the fire we'd reignited.
My reverie was interrupted when he moved to sit up. "Slide up this way," he said, gesturing to my legs. "I want some access between your legs too." We both moved so that he could finger whatever he wanted between my legs as could I his. Lying side by side, he said, "Tell me a story to make me hard again so I can get back inside you."
"Anything in particular?"
"Something hot."
I smiled, and had a good idea of a hot tale of tail to tell. "Could be convinced with a kiss on my lips down there."
He immediately turned up on his side and smacked loud kisses on my pussy lips. I felt heat shoot up straight to my tits and felt deeply motivated to tell him a good sexy story. Already, my pussy was yearning to feel him deep within it.
As he lay back down, I scooted over close to him and we both let our hands slowly wander along the inner thighs of the other. Feeling the electricity between our bodies, I began a story for him.
"It had been sixteen years since they'd last seen each other. Sixteen years with only a few brief meetings, yet time and place had never been quite right to really reconnect. After sixteen years, a few letters of correspondence, time, experience, place in life, cosmic tumblers and all that had somehow refueled fires of passion, lust and long replayed really dirty memories."
Over his soft laughter, I continued.
"She hadn't made any promises for their first meeting, but the claim of meeting at a hotel room because of her business trip was a pretty flimsy cover. His notes had made it clear to her there was lust seething on both sides. It was not a hard decision for her to prepare the room for a night of debauchery. With everything in place, she had stripped naked and sat at the window, peeking out of the curtain, awaiting his arrival.
In her eagerness, she had over an hour to wait, unconsciously sitting at the edge of the seat, her legs spread wide. As she waited and watched, she felt heat and excitement through her entire body, many times tempted to move to the bed to finger her clit and get some release from the intense hunger she felt in anticipation of him."
"Mmmmm," he said, wiggling his hips a bit and I knew his cock had begun its recharge. "So did you?" As he asked, he let a finger run down my pussy and slide deep into my wet entrance.
