Old Flame Rekindled

[Gareman]

OOC: This is a closed thread for Dansemajik and myself...

Mike Rivers - 37 years old 6'1" 205lbs Short black hair, deep blue eyes- very successful self-employed software developer - never married, many casual relationships.

IC: The mall was fairly busy for a Wednesday afternoon, a sure indication that the holiday rush was about to enter full swing. I enter the small jewelry store and begin to browse, waiting for one of the salespeople to approach. As I casually eye the sparkling merchandise, I hear a soft voice and look up.

"May I help you with anything?" she asks.

Her beautiful, green eyes and warm smile attract my attention immediately.

"Did you have something specific in mind?" she continues. "A bracelet? Necklace? Ring?"

Smiling back, I nod my head and study her more closely. She's not a day over 20, I surmise, probably working her way through college. Her name tag, partially hidden by her long blonde hair, catches my eye...Kaitlin...it says.

"Well actually, I was thinking a necklace might be nice," I reply, lowering my gaze to her small breasts. "Can you show me something with a couple of diamonds?"

She notices my gaze and when my eyes move back up to her face, I notice a slight blush...(very cute).

"That's funny," she says, lowering her eyes bashfully. "I just put several new pieces away. Follow me."

As she turns, I immediately allow my eyes to drop down to her ass. The short, tight skirt she's wearing gives me plenty to look at. Her firm young ass...those long slender legs...mmmmmm, beautiful!!

"Is there a price-range that you are looking in," she inquires, turning to look over her shoulder and again catching me checking her out.

I smile, shrugging my shoulders and continuing behind her.

"Well Kaitlin," I answer, using her name for the first time. "Why don't we find something really nice and then we'll worry about the price. I'm sure you'll be able to show me something I'll really like."

Smiling her shy smile, she tries to ignore the obvious sexual connotations in my comment and begins to point out several necklaces in the showcase.

"If money isn't an issue," she says softly. "This is my absolute favorite!! Is this for your wife....or...."

Studying my reaction...she stops herself, an awkward look covering her face...as if she's asked too much.

I smile broadly, enjoying her discomfort.

"It is for a special woman," I remark. "Why don't you try it on, so that I can see how it looks."

Her eyes suddenly come to life, excited by the prospect of modeling the finest piece of jewelry in the store. Quickly putting it on, she centers it on her cotton blouse and drops her hands to her side.

"Hmmmm," I say, pretending to study the necklace. "This woman wears more low-cut blouses....I wonder how it would look on bare skin?"

Kaitlin hesitates, standing before me....and then her small hands move to her blouse. Unbuttoning one...two...three buttons. Dropping her eyes, she again places her hands to her sides and waits for me to comment.

The gold chain sits perfectly around her neck, the shimmering diamonds falling directly between her breasts.

"Very nice, Kaitlin," I say approvingly. "Very, very nice indeed!!"

She continues looking downward, her discomfort becoming more and more obvious.

"Would a gift of this nature impress a woman?" I ask, not giving her a chance to remove the necklace quite yet. "I mean REALLY impress a woman?"

Nodding, she raises her head and smiles shyly.

"Oh Yes," she beams. "It certainly would."

Smiling back, I lean forward and whisper.

"I guess I have no choice then.....sold!!"

The rest of the sale was uneventful...paying, wrapping, etc. But I had one surprise for my young friend as I left.

Handing me the bag, with my purchase, I placed a business card into hers. On it was my personal infomation...name, address, phone#, email, etc.

Smiling, I winked and said.

"Now all we have to do is make arrangements for you to pick up this lovely gift. Call me."

Walking from the store, I felt her eyes glued to me. The emotional rush I felt was feeling was worth everything too me. As I step out into the mall, BAM!!!!......I never saw her coming...

 

[dansemajik]

Of all the People...

I was digging in my bag not remembering which pocket I had put my keys in, again. Chastizing myself silently, my arms full of too many bags, my jacket flung over my arm, my hair now sliding down into my face. I knew I looked flustered and probably would have stopped dead in my tracks and screamed if I hadn't found them at that very moment.

I sighed in relief, and raised my head up and walked right into a man I never thought I would see again in my entire life. Hoped I would never see again in my entire life.

He caught my silk covered arm to keep me from toppling over and looked into my face, searching for whatever it was he had always searched for. I couldn't stand to see the disappointment once again when he realized it still wasn't there. I pushed my dark hair behind my ear with my left hand, he caught it as I was bringing it down.

He looked at the ring on my finger, with one eyebrow raised. "Nice" he said. I simply smiled at him. I couldn't speak. He had broken my heart and I didn't think it would ever heal all those years ago, yet it seemed like yesterday since I had looked into his face, and felt the same warm rush that had been there in college, and then on and off as he desired until ten years ago when I had grown tired of his games.

I was married now, for seven years, to a man who worshiped me, who could see what he wanted to in my eyes, and within my face. My son was 5 and he was my world, my life, my very soul. My name is Samantha, and I am about to enter a realm that could very well destroy all I hold dear.

 

[Gareman]

I recognized her immediately! A face I could never forget. As I held her, a stream of memories flew through my mind. Carefree college days...nights of youthful passion...moments of deep regret for the way things ended.

The ring caught my attention right away. Of course she's married you dork!! Did you think she was sitting around waiting for you?

I helped her up and apologized for my clumsiness, making up some ridiculous lie about searching for my keys and not paying attention to what I was doing.

She smiled, but I saw the anger still present after all of these years. It was weathered and the edges weren't quite as sharp as the last time I had seen her, but it was still there and I felt it down to my core.

"You look wonderful," I finally blurted out, hoping to somehow make that look go away. "But of course, you always did look great!"

For a second I thought I saw something sparkle again in those gorgeous eyes, but it disappeared just as quickly and I was left to doubt if it was just my wishful thinking. I mean at one point, I know that she had loved me. Maybe she had loved me too much and had been willing to see past too many of my shortcomings. And maybe I had looked past too many of her wonderful qualities, needing that next sexual conquest to make me feel good about myself; a feat I still hadn't managed to accomplish.

Fumbling for a business card, I mutter something about being late for an appointment. She takes it and hands me one of hers and we part company. It isn't until later that I take it from my pocket and study it.

"Hmmmm a realtor," I say aloud to no one. "Who ever would have imagined Samantha selling homes for a living."

 

[dansemajik]

I walked away, his business card clutched in my hand as my mind took me back to a time when I was a free spirit. I had no inhibitions, no fear, only a desire to live and feel. Mike had taught me that. He had taught me to let go of all the crap that held me firmly to the ground.

I unlocked my car door and sat in the driver seat not making a move to leave. I had a house to show in twenty minutes, and I was already running late. I looked at his name embossed in shiny black letters on the white card. I smiled when I noticed that he worked with computers. It had always been a passion of his. I remember teasing him about being too sexy to be a computer geek. I found myself smiling, then my cell phone rang.

My secretary told me that my last appointment had just cancelled, but a gentleman called, and wanted me to go by and look a house he was trying to buy, it was one of mine. "Mike Rivers" she said when I asked the name. I wrote down the address in my day planner and started the drive to an exclusive neighborhood in town. My stomach a flurry of butterflies mixed in with knots. It didn't surprise me that I was suddenly wet.

 

[Gareman]

Sitting in the large office I had constructed within my house, I pulled out Samantha's business card and studied the simple lettering on the plain white background. Our lives had obviously taken different turns, her married (probably a mother) and I still the single playboy, searching for something I couldn't quite get my hands around.

As I sit I notice the light on my answering machine blinking...probably some client wanting to change the specs on a project. Time for that shit later....

I close my eyes for a moment and begin to relive the days, so long ago, when Samantha and I had shared so much. She, the conservative, good-girl from suburbia and I the wild-child from the big city. Her early reluctance to explore anything remotely associated with sex.

My persuasion.

Her eventual surrender.

And then the wild, tumultous relationship that had seemed so surreal and had changed us both forever.

Reopening my eyes, I smile....a flicker of an idea striking me funny. Turning to my computer, I open a browser and go to the realty home page printed on her business card. I search the listings and find a home for sale....agent (Samantha Hastings)...

My penis stiffens as I sit, staring at the photos of the large house. The description indicates that the occupants have already vacated.

"Perfect," I say aloud, reaching for the telephone. "I wonder if my married little friend still has that wild side that I got to know so well."

Calling the agency, Samantha's secretary informs me that she is not in and asks to take a message. I oblige, expressing and interest in the listing and mentioning that I would be heading over immediately to take a look. She says that she will contact Samantha and have her meet me there.

Hanging up, I again smile slyly. Pressing the button on my answering machine I get a second surprise...

"Hello Mr. Rivers," the young voice says nervously. "Um this is Kaitlin from Hillside Jewelers calling. Um...Please call me back at 555-9087 if your offer still stands...um...Thank you."

Wow, what a day!!

 

[dansemajik]

The temptation

I pull into the gated driveway and punch in the alarm. The occupants had moved out earlier in the month, leaving the house fully furnished the price tag reflecting that.

My cell phone rings as I unlock the door and deactivate the alarm system. Caller Id tells me its my husband. "hey, whats up?" I ask as I close the door behind me. He explains that he and Isaac, our five year old are going to stay at his parents another night. Martins mother had just gotten over a violent case of the flu, he had gone down to help her out until his sister got back from her vacation. He had always been a considerate man, that was one of the reasons I loved him so much. I hit the end button and wandered the house, waiting for a man that I used to not be able to resist.

I went into the bathroom, the large mirror reflecting the woman I was now. My shoulder length black hair, and golden eyes were much the same, but my body had filled out, curves had become more pronounced. I resisted the urge to freshen up my lipstick, when I heard the intercom buzzing. He was here.

I took a deep breath and went to buzz him in.

 

[Gareman]

Showering quickly, I splash on some cologne and get dressed. Heading downstairs, I grab my car keys and head out to the big black Lexus LX470 sitting in the driveway and start the ignition.

I have to laugh to myself as I pull out of the driveway. Who would ever have imagined that such a strange set of circumstances would have occurred today.

I mean bumping into Samantha after hitting on the jewelry store clerk? How ironic....isn't this kind of the way we broke up?

I drive slowly, wondering what Samantha's reaction will be...or will she send another agent? That would probably be the wisest thing wouldn't it? Yeah, that's exactly what she'll do...I mean, she wouldn't chance meeting me in an empty house...would she?

Entering the main highway, I grab my cell phone and dial the number I had scribbled on a small scrap of paper. After the third ring, a young female voice answers.

"Hello?" she says in a weak, questioning tone.

"Hi...Kaitlin," I answer back.

"Um...Yeah...who is this?" her voice sounds nervous.

"It's Mike Rivers from earlier today."

The silence is deafening, so I try something to break the ice.

"I know you are probably wondering what I meant by my comments...aren't you?"

She hesitates and then answers.

"Well....yes...I guess I was wondering if you were serious or just playing with me."

I smile, loving her innocence...feeling her curiosity pulling her in.

"Playing?" I say, taking further control. "My beautiful young lady, I never play. My proposition is very simple....meet me Saturday night for dinner and a nightcap and the necklace is yours."

I change lanes to pass a slow moving vehicle, the thrill of the hunt making my heart beat rapidly in my chest. My unsuspecting prey venturing closer and closer as I sit silently in my lair, waiting to spring.

"Th..that's it?" she responds. "Nothing else?"

Again I smile, feeling the noose tighten around her pretty little neck.

"That's it Kaitlin...a evening with a beautiful lady is worth it to me. I'll call you back on Friday to make the arrangements. That is, if it's okay with you."

"Y..y..yes...um that will be fine."

"Until Friday...farewell."

Hanging up, I begin to chuckle aloud and almost miss my exit. Once that little girl gets a look at my place and I turn on the old charm, she'll be on her knees sucking me off any time I want.
God, life is good!!!

Turning down the secluded side street, I see a car already in the driveway and pull in behind it. Approaching the front door, I take a deep breath and buzz the intercom, waiting for a response.

Hearing the lock release and a garbled voice in the speaker telling me to come in, I push open the large door and step inside.

She's standing in the living room, to the right of the front hallway and for a moment we freeze, not knowing exactly what to say.

I study her, noting the small changes that time has made, but still admiring her beauty and grace.

"First of all Sam," I finally begin, using her nickname in an attempt to warm her up to me. "I want to thank you for meeting me here. You had every right to send someone else and I appreciate you not doing that."

She lowers her head and nods, not making eye contact.

"I guess, I just needed to see you again and apologize for everything I've put you through."

Watching her closely, I try to determine if my words are having any effect on her. I was usually able to find a way through her defenses when given enough time, but there may be some new ones to overcome this time....

"I know you have a family and have probably buried my memory as deeply as possible.... And I understand that. But I always wanted you to know that you were the best thing that ever happened to me...and I fucked it up."

I felt a slight twinge of sexual excitement as I laid the crap on as thick as I could...God, the thrill of landing her again as a married woman was way to exciting to resist....

 

[dansemajik]

And it begins again

He shouldn't have started talking. I could have stood his arrogance if he had just kept his mouth shut. I felt the gates close and I knew my eyes had just emptied of all feeling. I simply stared at him, waiting for him to finish.

When he finished I smiled. "I came because it's my property. My responsibility. Some of us take that seriously." I didn't know where the anger had come from, but it was seething within me. I shouldn't still be angry, too much time had passed, I had come to terms with what he had done to me. How many other women had there been in the bed we shared besides the one I caught him with?

I began reciting the pro's of the house, explaining the state of the art stereo system, alarm system and kitchen. I began walking back toward the kitchen when my cell phone rang again.
"Hello?" I said my voice tense. "Mommy?" I heard on the other end. "Hi Baby, how are you? I miss you." "I miss you too Mommy, I was taking a nap when Daddy called, so he let me call you back. I just wanted to tell you that Grammy is getting better and Aunti Nita will be home tomorrow so we can come home." His little voice was so sweet. I finished the call and noticed Mike staring at me.

"My son." I said holding up my cell phone. "come this way, I'll show you the kitchen and the pool area." I felt like I had a grip again. His blue eyes burned into me the same way they always had, but I had better weapons this time. I had reasons not to go back to the Hell that represented Mike and I in any kind of relationship.

But then his hand gripped my arm, and I felt the same old electricity. A mantra played in my mind. shit, shit, shit.

 

[Gareman]

Her icy stare bore through me and caught me slightly off-guard. I guess I should have expected something unpleasant, but her intensity was a bit of a surprise. After all of these years to still feel such anger...man that was a real shock.

Trying to form a coherent response, the words just wouldn't come. To apologize again would be groveling and no woman on this planet would ever make me do that! But how could I ever justify my actions? I knew she was right to turn her back and walk away...I deserved it.

Just as I was about to speak, her cell-phone rang. From the conversation, I surmised it was a child and after hanging up, she verified that for me.

I watched her gentle demeanor while speaking with her child and knew that she really hadn't changed all that much. I had always been on the right side of the fence and hadn't had to deal with her rough side very often.

Following her back toward the rear of the house, I found myself checking her out again. Time had been kind, sparing her the additional baggage that so many women her age seem to acquire.

As she continues to point out selling features, her cold demeanor begins to turn me on in a really bizarre way. The conservative style of her clothing... the married, mother thing...the anger...all somehow challenge me. The odds being stacked against me somehow make the game more exciting.

Reaching out, I grasp her arm and turn her toward me. Her eyes, still filled with anger now also flash something else. Something I recognized immediately. I wondered if her husband had ever seen that look?

Spinning her back against the kitchen wall, I step close and press my mouth to her ear.

"Come on Sam," I whisper softly. "I came to apologize. Where are your manners?"

My free hand moves down and begins to fondle her breast, my palm covering her nipple as my fingers tighten down around the
soft mound of flesh...

"Ummmmm," she moans.....

 

[dansemajik]

his hands

His hands on my body once again was like a dose of ice water. I let out my breath and felt the nerve endings in my nipple tighten bringing it to its fullest extension. His palm rubbing against it, I knew he felt my arousal. I considered myself lucky he didn't have his hands in my panties, which were nearly dripping.

I looked up into his face recognizing the look, his eyes half closed as he lowered his face to kiss me.

I pushed him back and slapped him. "Where do you get off putting your hands on me?" My voice low and angry. "You have no right to me. You gave that up ten years ago. YOU chose your path." I hated that I still cared that he had hurt me.
I hated that I still wanted him. I knew if I had let him kiss me, ther would be no turning back. I couldn't go there. I wouldn't go there.

"I think its time you left. I have work to do, and then I have to go home and wash you off of me." I turned toward the door, fully expecting him to follow me, and leave like a normal man would have done.

But Mike had never been normal had he? The tone of his voice when he spoke next terrified me to the very core of my soul.

 

[Gareman]

As Samantha spun away, I felt something powerful growing deep within. My mind swam for a second, trying to decide if I should just let her leave. I knew that it would be the right thing to do, but her insulting tone had given me every reason I needed to stop her dead in her tracks.

"You'd better stop right there!" I shouted in a commanding tone.

"I'm sure you wouldn't be very happy if your wonderful husband got a look at some of the home movies we made in college, now would you?"

The words came out before I really had time to contemplate their impact, but the effect was staggering. My heart pounded heavily in my chest and my penis tingled with excitement as Samantha stopped and turned slowly to look at me.

Maybe she had told her husband about us and my threat would be nothing serious. Somehow I doubted that though. I mean what husband wouldn't get upset to see his wife in some of the situations that I could provide for hers.

The house was silent for what seemed like eternity. Samantha frozen by my words, allowing their impact to sink in and I waiting for her response.

As she stood, frozen in time, I again studied her, wondering what it would be like to have her again. This time I imagined it would be better than ever...especially due to the unusual circumstances...

 

[dansemajik]

His words

I turned as his voice calmly revealed to me what he had done. He had the ability to destroy my life, or at least the way I lived it.

What did he have to gain by this. What was his agenda? Yes, he could fuck me, but then he would find some other woman to fuck who was younger, prettier, sexier, or just different. He was no different than he was all those years ago.

I walked toward him, and stopped right before our bodies touched. "You do what you have to do, you son of a Bitch." I raised my hand and let it gently stroke the side of his face where I had slapped him. "you destroy me, then I will have to destroy you. Don't think I can't do it, don't think I won't do it. Trust me Mike, you may want to fuck me, but you certainly don't want to FUCK WITH ME.

I turned and walked out the door, waiting for him to leave so I could lock up. He walked out behind me, I watched him walk to his car and drive off. I didn't know what was in his head, or what he planned on doing. I did know that this was only part one, and I had a feeling it was going to be a long play.

 

[Gareman]

Driving home, I felt a great surge of adrenaline. The hunt was on and I had every intention of capturing my prey.

She could have made it so much easier on herself. What the hell would it have hurt to cooperate? A quick roll in the hay and I go away. But she has to be a snotty bitch and threaten me. Well, I'm afraid that was the biggest mistake of her life.

Now I get serious!!!

Making a quick stop on the way home, I stop at my favorite florist and purchase a dozen roses to be delivered to her office tomorrow morning.

On the card, I carefully write:


Sam,

Thanks for a wonderful time. Let's do it again soon!

Love,

Your mystery man


I pay and leave the shop.

"Come to your senses Sam," I mutter to myself. "Don't make me play hardball."

Climbing back into my SUV, I sit for a moment and try to imagine what type of reaction my little present will bring. I'm sure that bouquet will attract an awful lot of attention when it's delivered.
And how will innocent little Samantha explain that away?

I am exhilarated by the game, knowing that she has so much more to lose than I. What could she possibly do to me? I find her threats more than a little amusing.

I can still hear her.

"You certainly don't want to FUCK WITH ME", she had yelled angrily.

"No..No..No...my little slut...YOU DON'T WANT TO FUCK WITH ME!!!"

My voice echoes inside of my truck as I pull out of the florist's parking lot and head away from home. I have one more stop to make before calling it a day...

 

[dansemajik]

A strange sense of calm fell over me as I drove home. I ran a hot bath and tried to relax in the scented bubbles. Mike and I had always been good together. The sex had always been more than incredible, and he had been able to get me to throw my inhibitions out the window. Martin was a good lover, but we had been in a rut for a while. It bothered me that the feel of Mike's hands on me had made me feel so wickedly turned on.

I dried off and put my robe on and went to my computer. I logged onto my research website, and started doing a search of Michael/Mike Rivers. He only knew me when I was a silly college girl. He didn't have a clue what I had done, or been doing since he had been out of my life.

His love of computers rubbed off on me, and I could find anything I wanted, many things that I shouldn't be able to find.

"bring it on Baby, lets see what you've got." I whispered as the search results scrolled down the screen, a smile lighting my face and an idea forming in my mind. "bring it on."

 

[Gareman]

After my short detour I head home, ideas forming in my mind as I drive. It has always been a strength of mine to be creative and resourceful when the situation calls for it. And this situation very well may call for every ounce of creativity and resourcefulness.

Taking the "scenic" route, I finally turn down my street and pull into the driveway. Parking in the back, I enter the house and head up to my office. I've got a little research to do and I may have to make a few phone calls to gather all the information I'll need. That's the great thing about my profession...if I need information....any information...I can get it.

My fingers bang away expertly at the keyboard. I work with a purpose...something I've been lacking lately.

The printer purrs as page after page of information is produced from within the wonderful machine. My little Samantha's entire life is being revealed before my eyes....

 

[dansemajik]

And it begins

I liberally spray perfume over my body and I slip into a little black silk number. I slide my feet into a pair of strappy sandals. I put on my jacket and head out the door.

As I drive I put in my Bread CD, the memories of a time long ago soaring in my mind.

I pull into the driveway, taking a deep breath as I leave the car. Heading for the door, I run through my plans. It has to work. If it doesn't, my life as I know it is over.

I push the door bell, waiting for him to come to the door. His face when he opens the door is surprised one moment, and then guarded the next. I raise my chin and say, "Are you going to invite me in Mike, or do I stand here in the cold?" He pulls the door open further. I walk in and remove my coat, exposing my bare shoulders and a good length of leg. I hand him my coat as I walk into the house.

He doesn't say anything as he puts my coat in a closet. His blue eyes are narrowed, glinting like sapphires. Mine are golden and smoky. My hair is artfully tousled and I am ready to begin this game that he so badly wants to play.

I wait.

 

[Gareman]

Startled at the sound of my doorbell, I peak out my window and see her standing there. For a second I freeze, remembering the ugly scene that was just played out and wondering what could possibly be on her mind. But then my curiosity gets the best of me and I head downstairs.

Opening the door, I stand dumbfounded and ignorantly forget to ask her in.

"Are you going to invite me in Mike, or do I stand here in the cold?"

Snapping out of my stupor, I pull open the door and step aside. Handing me her jacket, she walks by and enters the living room. Hanging her coat in the front closet, I join her and we stand silently, waiting for one of us to make the first move.

"So what brings you to this neighborhood?" I begin, wanting the silence to end.

"I understand you live a good forty minutes from here...in Treymore...correct?"

The information is a strong message. If you are here for trouble...I can give you plenty.

My eyes scan her body, still in very good shape after all of these years. I do it openly, daring her to say something...wanting her to say anything...

 

[dansemajik]

His eyes wandered my on full display in the little silk number I had chosen to wear. "I think you know why I am here Mike. You set the gauntlet down, is it not my move to pick it up?" I walked toward him my voice still low and sultry. "Or did you just expect me to sit back quietly and let you do whatever you wanted to my life?

I pushed him back against the wall, pressing my body against his. My fingers began a journey over his shoulders and chest. I stopped at the buckle of his belt and began undoing it, along with the fastening of his pants.

I started to slide his pants down to the floor when he grabbed my hands. The look on his face one of mixed emotion. He wanted me, but only on his terms. I didn't know what it mattered, whose terms were met, the end result was the same.

 

[Gareman]

Her sudden willingness to comply was very startling. I knew that she probably had realized the ramifications of fighting me, but wondered if maybe there wasn't something more to her change of heart. Maybe life in paradise wasn't so perfect. Maybe her wonderful husband wasn't capable of satisfying the powerful sexual demons that I had exposed so long ago.

Grabbing her wrists, I pin her back against the living room wall, hands above her head. That familiar look is written all over her face and I feel my penis spring to life with the certainty that we were going to be reliving some old memories.

Easily holding her overlapped wrists with one hand, I reach down and place my other hand on her thigh. Looking directly into her eyes, I slide my hand up, pushing the soft material away, exposing more of her soft skin to my eager hand.

"That's it Samantha," I whisper softly. "Just like old times."

The entire scenario is wildly exciting. Smantha, now a married woman with at least one child is about to surrender to a need that she probably believed to be satisfied long ago.

Sliding higher up her leg, I see a small tear roll down her cheek, probably realizing that her needs will temporarily take precedence over her loving huasband and kid(s)...

 

[dansemajik]

As his hands roamed my body, my mind was filled with images of my life for the last ten years. I saw my husband, his smiling face with kind brown eyes sparkling, dimples on full display. And my boy, that beautiful little Boy with his dad's smile and my eyes.

I jerked back to reality when his hand found the soft damp mound he was searching for. I remembered this, from a time before. My arms extended above my head, his eyes burning into mine. I reached up with my mouth and kissed his jaw, tracing my tongue along the stubble that was growing there. He turned his head and he kissed me back. He always gave all he had when he fucked me. I wondered if he knew how much he had given me the last time. I wondered what the knowledge I had would do to him. But first, he was going to fuck me.

I moved my body closer to his, letting my breasts press against his chest. "Yes, like old times Mike, just like old times" I whispered. I lifted my knee and caressed him, feeling how hard he was, how ready he was. I did want this. One more time.

 

[Gareman]

I felt the old fire re-ignite between us. The intense desire still very much alive in Samantha as I reach down and find her very wet...very ready.

Slowly sliding her panties down her thighs, the realization struck me. This old-flame, now a married mom, still wanted something that I had to offer. Probably the only thing, other than computers, that I had ever mastered.

She lifts her leg to caress me and I take the opportunity to remove her shoe...repeating the process on the other side. The old chemistry is still there, after so much time. We had always had something unique, each knowing exactly what the other wanted without saying a word.

And then...

I reach down and pick her up off of her feet...cradling her like a baby, I carry her upstairs and into my large master bedroom.

"God Sam," I say as I lay her onto the bed. "You are still so beautiful..."

 

[dansemajik]

As his fingers stroked me, something inside me broke. He picked me up before I had an opportunity to do anything about it. MY lips found his and I kissed him, deeply with all the passion that I had ever had for him. Who was I doing this for? Who was this owed to? My soul was ripping into shreds, and yet here I was, in this mans arms. And I couldn't wait for him to fuck me, I couldn't wait to fuck him.

 

[Gareman]

Pushing her dress up, I part her legs and very softly run my tongue along the length of her vaginal lips. I feel her tense up, feeling the sensation of my mouth on her sensitive labia, but then she relaxes and begins to softly moan. Parting her pussy lips with my fingers, I allow my tongue to lightly dance against her clitoris, slowly circling...gently touching.

Being with Samantha again brings back some very fond memories. She was so naive when we first met, but by the time we had parted, she had lost that innocence and had really learned to enjoy herself in bed.

My mouth works her expertly, tongue flicking over her sensitive nub and then finding her slick opening, slowly burrowing inside. I feel her desire building as she spreads her legs wider, allowing easier access to her drenched pussy.

Again I enjoying the thought that Samantha is here, cheating on her loving husband with me. Despite her obvious concerns, she can't resist and is willingly allowing me to take her.

Allowing my tongue to again find her swollen clitoris, I begin to slowly increase the pressure, magnifying the pleasure that I am providing for her. And my index finger, wet from her pussy, begins to slowly press against her puckered anus.

I wonder if hubby knows how much this drives his loving wife crazy....

 

[dansemajik]

As his tongue strokes me, and his fingers expertly arounse me even more, I can't help but remember how it used to be. I was strictly a missionary position girl when we met. My sexual repetoire is much increased since all those years ago. I curled my fingers in his hair and guided his head to the "right" spot. I wanted to cum so badly. Mike knew my buttons. I could feel the tide rising, rising, rising, the tension building. When he pushed his finger into my ass, that is all I could take. I let out a shudder and I came all over his face. My breath was coming in shallow gasps. I rolled over and trapped him down on the bed. I was never aggressive with Martin, he liked to be in charge and usually that was fine with me. But with Mike, I knew that if I didn't assert myself, this would be all about him and what he wanted. While he would make sure I was satisfied time and again, he would do what he wanted.

I pulled on his belt and loosened the buttons on his jeans. He lifts his hips and I slide them down along with his boxers, tossing them to the floor at the bottom of the bed. I lay my hands palms flat against his chest and I raise myself above him. My hair barely touching his face, my breats grazing his chest. I slide down, slowly letting my skin and hair ignite flames down his length. My mouth creating small aches as I lick and bite on my way down.

I find him with my mouth and I suck him in as deep as he will go. He groans and I feel a sense of power as I raise and lower my head slowly, erotically rolling my tongue at the head of his dick. One hand grasping the base and the other stroking his balls, slowly, lazily, with intent to create havoc.

 

[Gareman]

Samantha's orgasm came quickly and powerfully, the sound of her voice echoing in my bedroom, screaming...swearing...begging.

Her sudden move surprises me, as she gets on top of me and begins opening my pants. I help her and watch as she lowers her head, finding my hard tool and taking it into the warmth of her mouth.

Expertly she works my cock, teasing...sucking...licking.

"Oh yeah Sam," I moan, her mouth giving me pleasure. "Yeah baby, suck my cock."

I allow my hands to reach down, placing them in her head, pressing slightly. She wants so badly to take charge, but I won't...no can't allow that to happen.

Holding her head firmly, I press my erection deep into her mouth and feel it sliding down her throat. She tries to push away, but I now have two handfuls of hair and she can't get away.

"Yeah Sam...just like the good old days," I allow my penis to slide part way out and then push back into her mouth. "You haven't forgotten a thing, have you?"