When I was in my late 20s, Emily (not her real name) and I dated for a little more than a year, during which time we greatly enjoyed each other sexually. The relationship gradually wound down after I was accepted to graduate school and knew I would be moving away at the end of the summer.
We stayed in touch and as luck would have it she eventually took a job in the same city where I was attending school. Although we renewed our friendship, things remained platonic between us. We would occasionally kiss and make out but there was never anything more sexual than the occasional caress of an erogenous zone outside the clothing.
Eventually, I finished grad school and took a job an hour and a half away. We still kept in touch and visited occasionally, but always just as friends. About a year after I moved, she called me up and said she would be passing through my town on the way to another destination and wanted to spend a night at my place. I said sure and looked forward to seeing her.
She arrived late one Saturday afternoon and we went out to dinner and had a pleasant evening. We kissed a couple of times, but the sparks were minimal and we eventually went to bed in separate rooms.
I lay in the dark for almost an hour with sleep eluding me. As it turns out, I wasn't alone. I heard soft footsteps approaching and turned over on my back and opened my eyes to find Emily standing next to my bed, wearing a tee shirt and panties.
'Mind if I get in and cuddle for a little bit?' she asked softly. I said sure and lifted the covers to welcome her in.
She curled up on her side with an arm and a leg over me. Her breath on my cheek and the weight of her limbs felt pleasantly familiar. We talked for a while in whispers, caressed each other and kissed occasionally.
Eventually, Kim's hand wandered down my chest to the waistband of my shorts. She expressed surprise that I had on boxers instead of briefs and asked me when I'd made the switch. I said that since I'd put on a little weight, the briefs had begun chafing me but I'd found relief in the looser fitting boxers.
She didn't reply, but continued her explorations. A moment or so later, she found the opening in the front of my shorts, slipped her hand in.
'Hello, old friend,' she whispered as her fingers brushed across my pubic hair and found my still awakening penis.
'Is this okay?' she asked. I nodded and she slowly wrapped those fingers around my shaft and began gently stroking me to a full erection.
Emboldened, I slid my hand up under her tee shirt, circled her navel a time or two with my fingertip and then made my way up to her breasts. I traced the roundness with my palm and outstretched fingers, eventually finding her nipple. I stroked, pulled and gently twisted it until it was as hard as my penis.
As we both grew more excited, our kisses became more passionate and we tasted each other's tongues for the first time in more than three years.
My hand eventually left her breast and travelled down her torso until I reached her waistband. Sensing no resistance, I moved further down, caressing her mound over the top of her cotton panties, pressing a finger between her rapidly swelling lips. Feeling her crotch grow moist, I moved back up and slipped my hand under the waistband to find she too had a surprise for me. She had always had a fair amount of pubic hair, but now her pussy was shaved bare!
'When did you start shaving yourself?' I asked.
'Oh, it's mostly a summertime thing,' she replied.
I told her I liked it. Indeed, it was the first time I had ever fingered a shaved pussy and it was quite a turn-on.
The excitement of this new discovery aroused me greatly and shortly I experienced a most satisfying orgasm. Feeling me cum again after so long sent Kim over the top and soon she was having an orgasm of her own, gasping and moanng as her vaginal muscles clenched and quivered around my two fingers and she re-christened my bed with her sweet juices.
Spent and satisfied, we lay in each other's arms for awhile longer, naked below the waist, not saying much but breathing in deeply the aroma of our passion. Eventually, she kissed me softly on the lips, gently disengaged herself from our embrace and padded back to the guest room as softly as she had come, her panties in her hand and her cute bum peeking out from under the hem of her tee shirt. Sweet, restful sleep soon embraced me, as it did her.
Over the next couple of years, we occasionally resumed our sexual relationship on a 'friends with benefits' basis, but that was our one and only mutual masturbation session.
I haven't seen Emily in 10 or 12 years, but I do occasionally think of her and that night with great fondness.