I have many memories about a particular girlfriend that I would like to share. I have been contemplated sharing these stories for a while so I thought I would choose one of my more favorite romps. As you can tell from my pen name, I have an uncanny memory for sex. In particular, sex with women from my past. Might seem odd to some, but not to me. I hope to share more stories, but I am going to start off slow and see what type of reaction I get from this one.
I was flying to Chicago for the holidays, planning on taking my girlfriend at the time to visit my parents in London. We were going to spend a couple days in London, but the real reason for the trip was to go to Paris for New Year's. Along the way we would stop at different spots through out the French countryside, and ultimately get to Paris and celebrate. It actually was an exciting time because my girlfriend and I had actually met in Europe. This was the first time we were going to go back together. Oh, another good detail to share. I was living in SF at the time and she was in Chicago. Long distance relationship....the best thing I would never want to do again. You can imagine, every time we left each other was like breaking up, but we had honeymoon sex each time we were with each other.
I met her in a restaurant at ORD and we proceeded to catch up over some beers. Being away from each other was tough and it wasn't the most ideal relationship, but we knew the trip back to Europe was going to be special. We caught each other up with what was going on in our respective cities, but we couldn't wait to be able to get back into bed and fuck. She was gorgeous and I was crazy about her. She turned me on big time and I always wanted to have sex with her. We had a ton of phone sex while being away from each other, but we couldn't keep our hands off each other when we were back together. Since we were flying, we could wait. Thinking back on it we should have done the mile high thing, but whatever.
The flight was fine, we got in early and we were completely jet lagged. My Mom suggested we try to get some sleep, which was fine because that meant we would be able to jump into bed and get the first fuck out of the way. We were practically sleep walking, but we still were hot and horny.
She was wearing black leggings with a white turtleneck sweater. I was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. We got under the covers in one of the guest rooms at my parents place and I naturally snuggled up against her back. I wasted no time. I slipped my hands underneath her sweater and started to massage her incredible tits. To give you an idea of what these looked like, picture a typical model. She was tall, long legs and stayed in great shape. She had these perfectly shaped tits that legitimately didn't need a bra to keep them up. They were perfect B size tits that were wonderful to get my hands on. She also had perfectly size nipples that would get extremely hard when I would rub them or slightly pinch them.