WICKEDGRIN's blog: "Sexy Stories"

It had been long time. The thought had been with me since I boarded in the plane in Providence 5 hours ago.   Now here I was in Detroit and wondering if she would be happy to see me or not, things had been tense over the last couple of years. You couldn’t blame her for being a little bit perturbed with me, I could have told her that it was just friends with benefits long before I did.  She didn’t shut me out though, not even after I’d gotten married we’d still e-mailed almost daily and talked once a week since it had all gone bad. (I still wondered if she was hanging on to something. I guess I was about to find out.)

 

I’d had no intention of being in Detroit, but work had a way of putting me places that I never expected to be these days. I knew when I heard Jonesy, my boss, on the phone saying, “This is not a problem!”, that I was pretty much screwed. Twenty minutes later he came out of his office handed me a work order, told me to go home and pack for a week, and to pick up my ticket at the airport It was going to be fun day.

 

“Fucking Detroit in February you little prick!!! I know damn well if this was South Beach, you’d be all over it.” I was pissed.

 

“Yeah well it ain’t so you’re the lucky sailor today.” Jonesy smiled back at me. The man was an overflowing font of sympathy. “Oh and you’ve got about an hour and a half to make your flight. Ya better hop Matt!”

 

I grabbed my coat and blasted out the door. I seem to recall thinking that I would be arrested for sure if any cop saw fit to stop me on the way home. I blew through the house like a tornado, throwing clothes and toiletries into my bag. I gave Chris, my wife, some Reader’s Digest Condensed Version of what was going on and blew out the door as fast as I’d arrived. She’d didn’t seem amused.

 

When I arrived at the airport I had 20 minutes to make my flight. (Thankfully this was long before the days of 9/11) I stashed the car in long-term parking and headed in to the terminal. It was a mob scene. By the tine I got my tickets and got to my gate I just missed having the jet way door slammed in my face. I made my way down the ramp onto the plane where all the early birds shot me daggers for putting them behind schedule. They’d get over it. I settled into my seat.

 

I had been thinking that I should see Andrea while I was out in Detroit, since I’d left the house. I had wanted to call her to let her know that I was coming when I got to the airport, but time, traffic and my fellow travelers had conspired to make that impossible.  Maybe, it would be more fun if it were a surprise. Yeah, that was the ticket. A smile crossed my face, definitely a surprise.

 

With that I drifted off into thought about when Andrea and I had first met. It was the dark embryonic days of the internet and I had seen a story that she’d written on alt.sex.stories. (If you don’t know Google usenet.) The story was smoking stuff so I sent her an e-mail hoping to get to know her a bit better. We corresponded back and forth for awhile sharing fantasies and getting to know one another. Out of the blue one day I got an e-mail from her that said she knew that I was from MA but wanted to know what town. I replied and waited to see what transpired. The next e-mail that I got told me that she lived two towns over and wanted to meet, it also had given me her phone number. I called and we set it up.

 

I wasn’t disappointed when I arrived at the restaurant to meet her. She was waiting for me in a short black leather skirt and tight white top.  She was a little taller than I expected about 5’8”. She had nice tight muscular legs, great full hips, a slim waist and what looked to be 36C tits. Her smile lit up the room. She had piercing blue eyes and the dark curly hair that the Wicked One just loves. 

 

We had a wonderful dinner together and dessert was even better. We would see each other as what I had believed was “friends with benefits” for quite awhile. Things only tapered off after I told her that I was getting married to Chris. She said that she was happy for me but it still had gotten a tad frosty. Andrea took a promotion at work and moved to Detroit about 3 months after I got married. I saw her off at the airport. I remember the last thing she said to me before she got on the plane was, “You’re always welcome to come visit.” And with that she’d walked away. Since then it had been e-mails and phone calls.

 

I was startled out of my stroll down memory lane by the announcement that we would be landing shortly.  (Upright tray tables and such.)  Thirty minutes later I was at the car rental counter and on my way out of the airport. The ninety-minute drive from Romulus (they lie when they say the airport is in Detroit) to Ann Arbor gave me time to get a little nervous about the surprise aspect of my visit. Oh well, what’s the worst that could happens was my final thought on the subject. I stopped at a gas station when I got into Ann Arbor and pulled out my address book. I went in and got directions to the street.

 

I immediately started laughing when I pulled into the driveway. She still had the piece of shit Ford Festiva that I had spent countless hours fixing. However, the ranch house that it was parked outside was a major step up from the one bedroom roach motel apartment she’d had on the east coast. I shut the car off and grabbed my bag and walked up slowly to the door. I felt my throat get tight as I rang the bell. It was too late to turn back now.

 

The door opened and Andrea jumped when she saw me. There was a beat or two of stunned silence and then, “Matt? Matt is that really you?” She till looked shocked but there was a smile on her face.

 

“Hey Sweet Pea, Surprise!!! I had to come out for business in Detroit and I figured I should come by. I hope it wasn’t a bad idea.” It all came out in a rush and it must have made me look sort of comical. “I would have called but it was really last minute.”

 

“It’s ok! Oh, God is it great to see you.” She beamed and wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. She smelled of jasmine. Just like the old days I thought.

 

When we broke our embrace I managed, “Can I come in? It’s like two degrees out here!”

 

She about dragged me through the door. “Come on in and take your coat off. Stay awhile will ya?”

 

I sat at the table in her kitchen as she made us something to eat. We chatted about the events of our lives. It had been a couple of years so there was a lot to cover. It was suddenly as if nothing had changed, dangerously comfortable. She still looked good and I caught my gaze lingering a few times.

 

We finished eating and retired to the living room. She lit some candles, put on a Tori Amos CD. We continued to talk about this and that and to clear the air about what had happened emotionally between us towards the time I married Chris. It felt good to clear the air.

 

After awhile she stood up and said, “I’ve got something I want to show you. I think it will bring back some fond memories. Let me go grab it. Sit and relax.” Nodding, I slumped back into the couch. I was studying the books on the bookcase when I heard her voice next.

 

“Remember this?” She asked. I turned my head to face her and almost fell over, with surprise. There she was naked in the candlelight her nipples were hard and the rings through her nipples glistened in the low light. (The piercings were new.)

 

“How could I forget.” I sighed.

 

She crossed the room to the couch. I started to rise to meet her and she pushed me back down. She knelt before me spreading my legs apart. Leaning forward she kissed me lightly on the lips. “Let’s see if you remember this.”

 

She began to kiss me deeply on the lips. Then she eased her way around kissing me on the neck and behind the ears. Her lips were soft and moist, her breath warm on my skin. As she kissed she unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off.

 

Gently she kissed her way down to my nipples. Taking them into her mouth one at a time she licked and kissed them. The sensation was electric on my skin. I began to breath more rapidly, this made her more aroused and she moaned and sighed as she nibbled and pulled at my nipples with her teeth.

 

She leaned back and undid my pants. Pulling them down and tossing them aside. My hard cock pointed obscenely up at her chest. She resume teasing my nipples then worked her way down, kissing and licking over my stomach. I could feel her taut nipples dragging over my thigh as she worked her way down.

 

I felt my breath rush out as she wrapped her mouth around the pulsating head of my cock.

 

“Oh God yeah Andrea..” I moaned.

Needing no coaxing she opened her throat and eased her way all the way down on my cock. Her mouth and throat were warm and soft around my manhood. She began to pump her mouth up and down on me, swirling her tongue over the underside of my cock. I moaned and gasped bucking my hips up to meet her. She moaned and sighed as she took me in all the way. The she shocked me as she slid her tongue out and licked my balls while she had me deep in her throat.

 

I slipped my hand into her hair guiding her faster and faster up and down my shaft. She relished it. Pulling my cock out of her mouth she squeezed it until some precum oozed out of the tip, She wiped it on her lips then licked it off before burying my meat back into her throat. I began to thrust more rapidly into her mouth. She was moaning like a totally whore now, she always did love getting face fucked. She just knew I was getting ready to cum.

 

Pulling back she looked me in the eyes and sighed, “I wanna taste you cum baby. Shoot it in my mouth.” And with that took me in all the way. She alternated short strokes with long deep ones and soon I was on the edge. One more flick of the tongue over my head and I exploded.

 

“MMMM, yeah!!!” I shouted as I shot my wad into her mouth.

 

She lapped it up. Grunting through her rapid breath that it tasted so good.

 

When my orgasm faded. I leaned back on the couch gasping. My cock started to go soft. She was having none of that. Leaning over she took the head into her mouth and again and sucked it hard until I rose to attention again. She looked into my eyes and whispered around my cock, “Just like old times, baby.”

 

“Yeah, like old times.” I gasped.

 

She eased me down a little so that my pelvis was just over the edge of the couch.  She turned and pulled the hassock over from across the room. She stood and turned around with her gorgeous ass toward me. Placing her legs outside mine she ease her way down until her pussy lips were brushing against my cock. I shuddered a little as the warm wetness dragged over me. I reached up and aimed the head at her hole. She put her hands won on the hassock and pushed herself down onto me.

 

“Oh Matt,” She moaned and purred as she lowered he pussy around my cock. She slowly worked it in until she was all the way around me.

 

Taking her by the hips I began to ease her up and down on my shaft. Her as bouncing delightfully in front of me as her pussy slurped over my cock. She was sopping what and it felt like her hole was on fire.

 

“You like that cock baby?” I teased.

 

“You know I do, I love that cock” she answered.

 

Her pace picked up a little. I could hear her ass slapping against me as she road me up and down.  Her breathing was already fast and she moaning and grunting. She pushed down harder with each stroke fucking me for all she was worth.

 

“Is there something you want” I inquire through my own pants of pleasure.

 

“You know what I want, you bastard, smack my ass!!” She was screaming

 

I slipped my hand down off her hip and slapped her right cheek hard. She growled and ground harder. I smacked her left cheek. More of the same.  I smacked her again hard on the left cheek. Her body tensed and heaved as she came. Her juices ran down my cock. She road me still harder.

 

I smiled to myself. I let my hand move over a bit. Then without so much as a word I pushed it into her ass, which was already wet with her juices. I could feel my cock in her pussy as I fingered her ass. This was more than she could stand, she had three screaming climaxes in a row.

 

“Take it out baby, I wanna ride you in my ass” She moaned. I pulled out of her wet cunt and pushed the head of my cock against her asshole. She worked me in and began to ride me hard and fast.

 

I had forgotten just how tight her ass was. It felt incredible as she rode me. Up and down.

 

“I want you to cum in my ass, Matt” She sighed, “Please”

 

“You want my cum do you?” I demanded as I pumped into her faster.

“Oh yes” She replied breathlessly. I pumped faster waves of pleasure building in me.

 

“Yeah, I’m coming your ass….” And I shot my hot cream in her ass. My orgasm left me shaking for a good five minutes after.

 

We collapsed back onto the couch. I wrapped my arms around her. “That was nice Andrea.” I smiled at her.

 

“Yeah, I’ve missed that”. She said almost longingly.

 

“Me too.” I really did.

 

“Where are you staying?”, she asked

 

“ I’ll get a room at the Hotel Marriott or something later I guess.”

 

“Why don’t you stay here? You don’t need to tell Chris.” Her tone was firm.

 

“I can make that work.”  I couldn’t resist.

 

We dozed off on the couch. I never did see a hotel that week.