It’s a small world isn’t it? There are over 7 billion of us wandering round on this planet and yet we still bump into people from our past from time to time, even in unexpected places.
I was coming home from London after work on the train oneevening. Walking through the carriages, trying to find a seat in the usual rushhour crush, I suddenly did a typical double take. Hang on, did I really see that or was it myimagination? In the seat by the windowin front of me was a girl I knew at university, Diana. I hadn’t seen her in fiveyears, and she lived in Liverpool then. As luck would have it there was a spareseat 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 stareout of the window. I reflected on thelast 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 asand when the mood took us. She never allowed or wanted full sex but had aparticular fondness for masturbation and blow jobs! I guess “Friends with Benefits” would be themodern 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 blueeyes and immaculately dressed, as she always had been. She turned and saw me, and her wonderful smilelit up the carriage. We were too faraway to talk without being heard by everyone but mouthed a hello and waved. Fortunately, we didn’t have long to wait. Atthe next station quite, a few people got off the train so she came over and satnext to me. The next 10 minutes were ablur of questions and answers as we caught up with each other’s lives. Itturned out that she was now living about an hours drive from me. She casually mentioned a boyfriend but thenmy stop approached and it was time for me to get off the train. We exchanged phone numbers and a quick kisson 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 atuniversity came flooding back and of course it was the sexual fun which wasmost prominent! What I remembered most was the way Diana could send me toheaven with an expert blow job! I closedmy 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 upinto my eyes before plunging down again to finish me off. That memory alone was enough to get me to thebrink of orgasm as I stroked myself furiously. I drifted off to sleep, my belly still covered in my warm and sticky cumand hoped I would see her again soon.
Not wishing to appear too pushy, I decided to leave it acouple of days before I rang her but she beat me to it. An invitation to dinner at her place thefollowing Saturday was more than I expected and I wasn’t slow in taking up theoffer! I spent the next couple of daystrying to second guess her expectations and motives but with conflictingresults. There was no doubt in my mindwhat I wanted to happen but, after 5 years, I really had no idea what to expectand she had mentioned a boyfriend. I wasacutely aware that we had both grown up a lot in that time.
Saturday arrived. Idrove to her house armed with the traditional gift of flowers and she answeredthe door looking stylish in a long flowing dress (1stdisappointment, no view of her legs). Wesipped drinks, had our meal, and exchanged anecdotes about whatever happened toour other friends and we talked about anything and everything, except our past occasionalsexual encounters. Everytime I thought we were getting close she changed thesubject. I looked around the room as we chattedfor signs of the previously mentioned boyfriend but apart from a few picturesthere was no obvious sign of his living there. Eventually she told me he had been away for three months, working inDubai for an oil company. She said they had been together for 2 years and plannedto marry when they had saved enough money. I resigned myself to this being a purelysocial visit. Clearly, if she wanted more, she would have steered theconversation 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 theworse for it. I excused myself to go tothe bathroom expecting to go home straight after as it was getting late. When I returned, I was greeted by a sight Iwill never forget as long as I live.
She stood in the middle of the room, her dress pooled aroundher ankles revealing an exquisite set of sheer black lingerie and holdups. I could clearly see her hardnipples and the dark landing strip above her pussy. The look on her face was one of total amusementas she watched me stop in the doorway and stare at her in shock. I couldn’tspeak. My brain and mouth were totally disconnected. Eventually she broke thesilence. “Is this what you were waitingfor? You have been tip toeing around itall evening so I thought I would refresh your memory.” I finally splutteredsomething about her boyfriend and she raised her hand in protest beforecontinuing. “He’s been away for a longtime. 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 getany naughty ideas, still no fucking!”
There was no doubt who was in charge here, but I was morethan happy to oblige her demands. Iundressed in double quick time, trying not take my eyes of that incrediblyerotic underwear. Needless to say, mycock was already like a steel rod and desperate to be touched. Diana‘s eyeswent to it and she grinned again. Thenshe removed her bra and kneeled down in front of me. For a fleeting moment I had visions of thatmouth encircling my cock again but instead she took it and rubbed the tip betweenher breasts. I groaned in frustrationwhen she let it go again and sat down opposite me. She opened her legs, pulled her panties asideand showed me her smooth labia. Then sherubbed 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 allthe way back and running a finger around the head. I was already leaking sothis provided some welcome lubrication. I was so aroused I knew I could cum inan instant, so it was hard to control myself. Diana wasn’t helping my cause by using two fingers in and out of herpussy while rubbing her clit with her other hand. I could see her wetness glistening in thelights and her breasts began to swing with the motion of her hands as sheleaned forward. I took a couple of pacestowards her and began pumping my cock hard and fast. I couldn’t wait any longer. It was a massive cum. In her hair, all downher breasts and belly and finally the last few dribbles hit the lacy tops ofher hold ups. She gasped and looked mein the eyes again. “Finish me now” shesaid. I sat next to her and she openedher legs wide, inviting my fingers inside. Two, then three fingers disappearedinside her and she pushed back hard against me. Her wetness drenched my wholehand. I felt her clench around myfingers twice and her belly muscles spasmed. Then she just closed her thighs and squeezed around me and she shudderedand rocked back and forth. It went onand on until she just flopped backwards on the chair with my fingers stillinside her.
When I eventually withdrew them, I rubbed her juices intoher breasts with my cum. Clearlyexhausted, she drifted off to sleep after a few minutes and I wasn’t reallysure what to do. I covered her up with ablanket from her bedroom and found a spare bed to crawl into. I woke up a few hours later to the sound ofher in the shower. Needing to clean upmyself, 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 themixture of her lingering scent and my cum was an intoxicating reminder of whathappened a few hours before. We showered in silence then she left to getdressed 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 lastnight, but the drink and horniness just took over.” She said it with a smile onher face, but I suspected it was with a tinge of regret behind her eyes. Beingthe gentleman, I thanked her for a great evening and didn’t dwell on the eventsbut I knew it was time to leave. Wekissed 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 havestayed with me to this day. As I wrotedown these memories it came back so strongly I was stiff withing minutes and havemasturbated twice in memory of a great time and a fantastic fun friend withbenefits. I never did see Diana againbut I heard several months later from another friend that her boyfriend hadbeen offered a permanent contract in Dubai and she had flown out to join him.
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