A Serendipitous Meeting With An Old Friend

I was coming home from London after work on the train one
evening. Walking through the carriages, trying to find a seat in the usual rush
hour crush, I suddenly did a typical double take.  Hang on, did I really see that or was it my
imagination?  In the seat by the window
in front of me was a girl I knew at university, Diana. I hadn’t seen her in five
years, and she lived in Liverpool then. As luck would have it there was a spare
seat in the next aisle, so I sat down and waited to see if she had seen me.  Clearly she hadn’t as she continued to stare
out of the window.  I reflected on the
last time I had seen her, at a party to celebrate the end of our final exams.  We never had what you could call a relationship,
but we were certainly more than friends, having explored each other’s bodies as
and when the mood took us. She never allowed or wanted full sex but had a
particular fondness for masturbation and blow jobs!  I guess “Friends with Benefits” would be the
modern term but this was way before that expression had been coined. 

She still looked as cute as I remembered.  Shoulder length light brown hair, lovely blue
eyes and immaculately dressed, as she always had been.  She turned and saw me, and her wonderful smile
lit up the carriage.  We were too far
away to talk without being heard by everyone but mouthed a hello and waved.  Fortunately, we didn’t have long to wait. At
the next station quite, a few people got off the train so she came over and sat
next to me.  The next 10 minutes were a
blur of questions and answers as we caught up with each other’s lives. It
turned out that she was now living about an hours drive from me.  She casually mentioned a boyfriend but then
my stop approached and it was time for me to get off the train.  We exchanged phone numbers and a quick kiss
on the cheek, promising to stay in touch and then she was gone again.

Lying in bed that night the memories of my time with her at
university came flooding back and of course it was the sexual fun which was
most prominent! What I remembered most was the way Diana could send me to
heaven with an expert blow job!  I closed
my eyes and could imagine her mouth sliding up and down and around my cock,
while her long hair tickled around my balls and thighs.  She would stop just before I came and look up
into my eyes before plunging down again to finish me off.  That memory alone was enough to get me to the
brink of orgasm as I stroked myself furiously. 
I drifted off to sleep, my belly still covered in my warm and sticky cum
and hoped I would see her again soon.

Not wishing to appear too pushy, I decided to leave it a
couple of days before I rang her but she beat me to it.  An invitation to dinner at her place the
following Saturday was more than I expected and I wasn’t slow in taking up the
offer!  I spent the next couple of days
trying to second guess her expectations and motives but with conflicting
results.  There was no doubt in my mind
what I wanted to happen but, after 5 years, I really had no idea what to expect
and she had mentioned a boyfriend.  I was
acutely aware that we had both grown up a lot in that time. 

Saturday arrived.  I
drove to her house armed with the traditional gift of flowers and she answered
the door looking stylish in a long flowing dress (1st
disappointment, no view of her legs).  We
sipped drinks, had our meal, and exchanged anecdotes about whatever happened to
our other friends and we talked about anything and everything, except our past occasional
sexual encounters. Everytime I thought we were getting close she changed the
subject.  I looked around the room as we chatted
for signs of the previously mentioned boyfriend but apart from a few pictures
there was no obvious sign of his living there. 
Eventually she told me he had been away for three months, working in
Dubai for an oil company. She said they had been together for 2 years and planned
to marry when they had saved enough money.  I resigned myself to this being a purely
social visit. Clearly, if she wanted more, she would have steered the
conversation around to some spicier memories by now.  She had had plenty of opportunities.  I was still sober, expecting to drive home,
but she had had quite a lot of alcohol by now and was looking a little the
worse for it.  I excused myself to go to
the bathroom expecting to go home straight after as it was getting late.  When I returned, I was greeted by a sight I
will never forget as long as I live.

She stood in the middle of the room, her dress pooled around
her ankles revealing an exquisite set of sheer black lingerie and hold
ups.  I could clearly see her hard
nipples and the dark landing strip above her pussy.  The look on her face was one of total amusement
as she watched me stop in the doorway and stare at her in shock. I couldn’t
speak. My brain and mouth were totally disconnected. Eventually she broke the
silence.  “Is this what you were waiting
for?  You have been tip toeing around it
all evening so I thought I would refresh your memory.” I finally spluttered
something about her boyfriend and she raised her hand in protest before
continuing.  “He’s been away for a long
time. I’m horny as fuck and meeting you reminded me of the fun we used to have.
Now, get naked and show me that hard cock I remember, but just in case you get
any naughty ideas, still no fucking!”

There was no doubt who was in charge here, but I was more
than happy to oblige her demands.  I
undressed in double quick time, trying not take my eyes of that incredibly
erotic underwear.  Needless to say, my
cock was already like a steel rod and desperate to be touched. Diana‘s eyes
went to it and she grinned again.  Then
she removed her bra and kneeled down in front of me.  For a fleeting moment I had visions of that
mouth encircling my cock again but instead she took it and rubbed the tip between
her breasts.  I groaned in frustration
when she let it go again and sat down opposite me.  She opened her legs, pulled her panties aside
and showed me her smooth labia.  Then she
rubbed a finger lightly up and down her slit, all the while holding my gaze.  She was deliberately teasing me.  My cock twitched in desperation.  “Wank for me” she said.  I started slowly, just pulling my foreskin all
the way back and running a finger around the head. I was already leaking so
this provided some welcome lubrication. I was so aroused I knew I could cum in
an instant, so it was hard to control myself. 
Diana wasn’t helping my cause by using two fingers in and out of her
pussy while rubbing her clit with her other hand.  I could see her wetness glistening in the
lights and her breasts began to swing with the motion of her hands as she
leaned forward.  I took a couple of paces
towards her and began pumping my cock hard and fast.  I couldn’t wait any longer.  It was a massive cum. In her hair, all down
her breasts and belly and finally the last few dribbles hit the lacy tops of
her hold ups.  She gasped and looked me
in the eyes again.  “Finish me now” she
said.  I sat next to her and she opened
her legs wide, inviting my fingers inside. Two, then three fingers disappeared
inside her and she pushed back hard against me. Her wetness drenched my whole
hand.  I felt her clench around my
fingers twice and her belly muscles spasmed. 
Then she just closed her thighs and squeezed around me and she shuddered
and rocked back and forth.  It went on
and on until she just flopped backwards on the chair with my fingers still
inside her.

When I eventually withdrew them, I rubbed her juices into
her breasts with my cum.  Clearly
exhausted, she drifted off to sleep after a few minutes and I wasn’t really
sure what to do.  I covered her up with a
blanket from her bedroom and found a spare bed to crawl into.  I woke up a few hours later to the sound of
her in the shower.  Needing to clean up
myself, I walked in to see her just standing there letter the water soak her.
She saw me come in and moved over to make room for me.  I was almost reluctant to clean myself up as the
mixture of her lingering scent and my cum was an intoxicating reminder of what
happened a few hours before. We showered in silence then she left to get
dressed and I put my clothes back on, mercifully unstained! When I got downstairs,
she had made coffee and spoke at last.   “I wasn’t really expecting that to happen last
night, but the drink and horniness just took over.” She said it with a smile on
her face, but I suspected it was with a tinge of regret behind her eyes. Being
the gentleman, I thanked her for a great evening and didn’t dwell on the events
but I knew it was time to leave.  We
kissed lightly as good friends do and promised to keep in touch.  I drove home with a smile on my face,
enjoying the memories of a truly erotic evenings entertainment which have
stayed with me to this day.  As I wrote
down these memories it came back so strongly I was stiff withing minutes and have
masturbated twice in memory of a great time and a fantastic fun friend with
benefits.  I never did see Diana again
but I heard several months later from another friend that her boyfriend had
been offered a permanent contract in Dubai and she had flown out to join him.