Reconnecting

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It had been such a long time since we had connected and I was so overjoyed that we did. In fact, I hadn't really expected it, but secretly I was super happy. When you agreed to get together again, oh my god, I simply couldn't wait.

You told me you had moved. It had been a long time, and when you told me it was so nice to hear my voice, well, maybe I didn't tell you the same, but that's exactly how I felt. Hearing your words, man, I can't tell you how much it turned me on.

And you had told me that you'd changed addresses, and when I showed up just letting myself in and laid downstairs in the living room. So when that evening came, I showed up, and like a gentleman I knocked on the door, of course. I heard somebody yell from upstairs, come on in, and I recognized that voice immediately.

And so I did. Nice place. Certainly an upgrade from what I remember, and it smelled, smelled like you.

I could almost feel my cock already tingling. Tonight's going to be great. We're going to go out and have a wonderful time.

I placed the small bouquet of flowers down on an end table and sat down on one of your plush chairs and waited. I heard you call down, I won't be long, and I waited. Now you probably already knew I'm not one to be very patient, and after a few moments of waiting, I decided to take my chances and tiptoe up those stairs.

When I reached second floor, the top of the landing, I saw your bedroom door half open. I slowly peered my head inside, and there you were, sitting on your knees in the prettiest, prettiest skirt and top in front of that full length mirror, various makeup scattered before you, and I watched. I watched you right in front of that mirror, applying what I could only imagine was makeup for the night.

It seemed as though, from what I could tell anyway, perhaps you were carefully carving out your brows. I watched as you flickered your eyeliner just so, and then dusted some blush on those pretty cheekbones of yours. I took two steps inside.

You noticed immediately, although you didn't turn your head, and continued on. I thought you were going to stay downstairs, you said, and giggled. I wanted to come right up behind you and take you right there.

Don't you take another step, mister, is what you said. You're teasing me now, aren't you? Okay, I'll play along.

I placed a hand on the tall dresser to my left, started wiggling the knobs, before slowly opening and closing the drawer, slightly curious. Hmm, this must be where you keep the good stuff, huh, I said. You giggled, smirked, continuing to try to focus on putting on that makeup, as I slid my hand inside and pulled out the most adorable pair of panties, spreading them between my fingers in front of my face, ensuring you had them in full view.

Big smile, you could see in the mirror. You tilted your head. Do you have a bra to match this? I dropped them back into the drawer, shutting it quickly.

I approached you, leaned down on my own knees, helpless, helpless to how gorgeous you looked before me. All this time, I had been thinking about you, all those evenings, thinking about your voice, missing your kisses, missing your sounds and your touch, how you felt, how you tasted, all of it. My right hand sliding right around your belly, as my lips nuzzled into your neck, and I heard you giggle, you still so passionately focused on painting your face, trying to shoulder me away, but it's not going to happen.

You're giggling, telling me that I'm too much of a distraction and I need to go back downstairs, but I decide it's time for me to double down, and I instead start placing small kisses on your collarbone, slowly pushing down that small, tight undershirt you have on, sucking, sucking on your shoulder like I used to do, sucking the way I used to, to the point where I might leave a dark bruise, a mark for you to remember, something for you to cover up for the next couple of days, I know you used to like that, and I think you might even be liking it right now, because I can hear a small moan escaping your throat, and before you can even stifle that moan, I look at you in the mirror, and I see a grin, and you look back, and you can see that devious look. Oh, did you like that baby? Hmm, I thought I was a bit too much of a distraction for you.

The look on your face said to me, I can't think of a clever thing to say to him. Your eyes, they are glued to my hands, which are now very, very slowly working their way down your body from your neck, groping each and every inch of you, passing over your bra, feeling your nipples, feeling you, slowly, until I finally reach your skirt, and tug at the hem draped at the floor, and in the mirror, a secret is revealed. You, you aren't even wearing any panties.

Was that supposed to be a surprise for me? Was that supposed to be something to tease me with while we were out together? Hmm, well, maybe I have different intentions.

Maybe my intentions are to ruin those plans. You can see in my eyes, the hunger. You can see through the reflection in that mirror, as I take both my hands, pushing your thighs apart on the floor, as I reach between your legs, continuing to nuzzle your neck, nibble on your ear, whispering.

How about we see just how wet you are, princess? My hand, slowly, motioning around your pussy, as I push two fingers right between your swollen lips. I can feel how soaked you've already gotten from me, rubbing you in gentle circles.

You're squirming, you're trying to hide your face from the mirror, but my left hand grips your chin, while my other hand, .