Our Little Secret

I haven’t seen him for years, but we’ve kept in touch. He called a while back suggesting we meet, he’d missed me. We weren’t a couple, just became very close after some unfortunate incidents, we supported eachother. We did sleep together on a few occasions and it was mind blowing, the kind you never forget. We’ve both moved on with our lives and have new partners and are relatively happy. 

As I drove to his house, the familiar sense of butterflies rose in my stomach, the thought of being near him again was making me wet. There were no expectations, just two friends meeting. 

I arrived and he gave me the biggest bear hug, our bodies pressed tightly together. Obvious that he’s been working out, his arms were solid, and he smelled so good. Just how I remembered. We sat down and ate the lunch he’d prepared, and he put his hand on my leg, rubbing, gently. We talked and then moved over to the sitting area. We talked, we were always on the same level spiritually, and we could talk! He is my match in the sense that he allows me to hash out my thoughts and he can read me like no-one else can. He is more open with me than with anyone else because he knows I hold no judgement, and I care deeply for him. We talked for a good two hours, about how our lives are now, about our partners, our children, our families, our jobs and our studies. 

He moved his chair in front of mine and pulled me in for a hug, that smell, his aftershave .. feeling the muscles in his arm and his back, hearing him breathing. We were so close, we could have kissed but, we did not. But the tension was palpable. His eyes, light brown, sometimes green, staring back at mine. 

He suggested we watch a movie, and we sat there, next to each other, in our separate chairs, he reached out for my hand, just like we used to. Our hands dancing, as though they had minds of their own. He leaned against me and softly kissed my hair. We did watch most of the movie, it was predicable. We kept laughing and looking at each other and just one moment, we just knew. 

Within the next minute we were laying in his bed, my bottom half, naked, and he was instantly rubbing against my clit, he knew how I worked, he knew what to do. We kissed, deeply and passionately. I was so wet, he smiled and said he loved how my body responded to his touch. And then he went in for the kill, his expert fingers pressed into my gspot and I squirted, wave after wave of orgasm and squirting as he just pressed and pushed and didn’t let up. I felt high, I felt like I was there and wasn’t there, I was in absolute ecstasy. His smell, his kisses to distract me from his touch and then his touch. A sensual overload and I struggled to contain my screams of pleasure. My back arched, and he suckled on my nipples, hard, just the way I like, suck the life out of tits, suck as hard as you like, with his fingers still in me my body ruptured into a heavenly bliss once again. 

I took him in my hand, but, he didn’t want to be touched. He prefers to masturbate alone with just his thoughts. He kissed me, deeply, before pushing my buttons and making me squirt over him again. 

The thing with us, is, we wouldn’t make a good couple and we know it. He both live too much in our heads. We over think, we over analyse too much. But we both decided that this was a thing that we just needed to accept happened, that it happened for a reason, we wanted it to happen. He have an amazing connection, our spiritual and physical connection is unlike any either of us have ever experienced, and ultimately we love our partners. 

I went home, completely satiated, I found my partner in bed and gave him the time of his life .. but that’s another story ;)