Ten Years

Ten years. Ten long years. Almost too much for a man to take. The memories of Joan are burned in my mind, driving me to distraction. Chatting with her online has only fueled my hunger. The memories of her touch, her scent, her passion flood my thoughts daily. Always that nagging ache, the desire to once again taste her, please her.

Unexpectedly there is a chance to feel her touch, explore her body, and enjoy the incredible passion this woman possesses. At first, I don't allow myself to believe it can happen. Couldn't dare hope, even for a moment, that I might touch, taste and savor her.

But it is happening, come hell or high water.

So here I am. Waiting for Joan to knock on my hotel room door. Shaking with anticipation. Harder than I have been in years. Like my first time with her. The luckiest man alive.

The knock comes like a jolt of electricity, and I quickly release the catch. I am greeted by the face of a woman who is as beautiful as ever. Our lips meet and a flood of emotions run through my body. As my hands explore her, I realize there is nothing under the dress she is wearing, and that is quickly gone. I rip my own clothes off, longing to feel my flesh against her. We pull each other down to the bed.

I want to relish every moment, but our time is brief. Even though I only have an hour, she came to see me. I kiss her again and my lips trail down to her neck and throat, slowly moving to her chest, my hands feeling the soft flesh of her breasts as I guide her nipples to my waiting lips. I draw them in. I am a starving man being fed after a long famine. I cannot get enough of her.

It is hard to control myself; I am on fire. And hearing Joan moan enflames me more. My hands move down her body, exploring, testing, wanting to bring pleasure to her. I have lost and hope of self-control and lower my head from her bosom to between her legs. My plan was to tease he, but the scent of her wetness opened a floodgate of memories, and I am drowning in them. I bury my face in her pussy, my tongue exploring as my fingers spread her open, exposing her flesh to me. Occasionally my slicked fingers find her ass, invading, exploring.

As I savor her cunt, she starts thrusting against me, slowly at first but harder and faster against my face telling me with her body what she wants. She is moaning loudly; I hope the maid outside can hear her as she calls out my name. Oh God I love that. My fingers move faster in and out of her as I rub her clit with my tongue.

She suddenly shudders and cries out as she gushes, soaking me and the bed as her hips lift, but never losing contact with my mouth. Her screams are without reservation. Now I know the maid can hear us. I missed being drenched by her pleasure while my ears are filled with her cries. Those cries will play out in my head for many years to come.

Another ache remains. A primal need to be connected to her. I do not remember when I have ever been harder. I look at her sexy face as I slowly penetrate her, connect. Join. God, it feels wonderful on so many levels. Her warm, tight pussy on my cock is too much. Every stroke into her flesh is more intense than the last. I am with sexiest woman alive, and, although I want to, I cannot make this moment last forever.

I need something else. Something I have thought about for ten long years. I tell her my wishes, and she flashes me that sexy smile. She gets on her knees, face down, opening herself to me, letting me take what I desire. I warm the lubricant with my fingers liberally rubbing it on her sexy ass and my pulsing erection. Grabbing my cock I guide it into her. It is hard to push in slowly; she feels so wonderful. She accepts me deep, although I know it must be painful. But she gives me something she knows I need and want. She accommodates every inch in her tight sexy ass. I start gently, but it is not long before my tempo builds. My lust takes over. I am ruthless, marking her ass for my own. She pushes back on me, coaxing me deeper. My orgasm builds. I have held back for this long; I do not want it to end but know it must. Mustering what little strength I have, I withdraw. It is agonizing to do so, not knowing if I will ever have another chance. I race to the bathroom and wash myself clean before rejoining her on the bed.

I need to taste her warm pussy one last time. The nectar of the gods to me. I wander down her body with my lips until I find what I ache for. I swing my around allowing her access to my cock. I feel her take my it into her mouth and then wrap her hands around my swollen shaft. I feel her fingers dance across me. Teasing. Pure pleasure as she touches my balls, my taint, and my ass. My body spasms, betraying the intense bliss she is giving me. With each touch I bury my face deeper into her cunt. Joan continues to touch me, and I am lost in the sensations and she knows it. I feel her jerk my cock while she toys with my mind. I am thrusting back against her, seeking release. She is doing this for me, pleasuring me like no woman has or will. I explode all too soon, ten years of pent-up passion and desire. I collapse, spent. Sated. Marked.

Ten years... All over too soon. I am reminded of how erotic she is, how passionate. She has spoiled me for anyone that may follow. I will think of her in my dreams, remember her while awake. See her in the eyes of those I bed.