Old Feelings

It had been nearly twenty years since we graduated, but Evan was just
as gorgeous as he had been back then. Tall, warm brown skin, hair cut
fashionably short, liquid chocolate brown eyes, and big hands that I
had always dreamed of having on my breasts. I was pretty proud of the
way I had kept myself in shape, and I sidled up to him in my skimpy red
dress, tossed my still-blonde hair and asked, “Recognize me?”

Evan turned to me and a smile spread across his wide, sensual lips.
“How could I ever forget the most beautiful woman in our class?” We
embraced, and a thrill ran through my body as his muscular chest
brushed against my breasts. He dropped a gentle kiss on my cheek and
my clit exploded in pleasure at the touch of his skin against mine.

We caught up on old times and talked about what had happened since
graduation. When I heard that he was divorced too, I decided to make
my move, and invited him for a nightcap in my room. As soon as we were
in the door, though, we were kissing passionately, pulling at each
other’s clothes.

Evan’s skin gleamed darkly in the light of the room. I couldn’t stop
touching him, thrilling at the sight of my fair hands against his dark
skin. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he whispered in
his deep, husky voice, running his hands down my body when he peeled
away my dress. He bent to take one of my nipples in his mouth, his
soft goatee brushing against my skin. I moaned, caressing his hair and
his shoulders, running my hands over every inch of him.

When he had teased my nipples to hardness, I moved over to the bed and
we lay down. His broad, strong hands caressed my pussy, savoring my
warm, wet, wide lips. He brought me to orgasm easily with just the
touch of his fingers, and I arched my back and whispered his name.
When I had come back to earth, I kissed my way down his smooth brown
chest, headed for a taste of his cock.

His big black rod pulsed as my mouth got closer and closer. I shivered
in anticipation, watching his dark cockhead throbbing, the slit oozing
pre-cum. I licked around the glans and kissed my way down the lengthy
shaft, listening to him moan softly. Then I quickly moved back up and
sucked his cockhead into my mouth. His moans grew louder, his voice
deepening in approval as I swirled my tongue around his prick, pumping
the lower part of the shaft in my fist.

“Baby, I’m gonna come,” he murmured. I glanced up, my lips wrapped
firmly around his dick, watching him close his eyes in ecstasy. A
moment later I felt his balls pump and his cock pulse, and a river of
warm, salty-sweet cum poured over my tongue. I swallowed it all,
licking my lips, delirious with the taste of him, and kissed my way
back up his body.

I thought that would be it for a while, but Evan had other ideas. He
moved back down my body, kissing me everywhere, and then parted my legs
and thrust his tongue into my wet slit. He was a terrific
cunnilinguist, his tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, inside me,
twirling over my clit, pressing against my sensitive anus, and where
his tongue wasn’t, those beautiful dark fingers were. I came so hard
and so often that I felt like I was spinning through space on a web of
pleasure.

“Evan,” I murmured, my pussy aching. “I want you inside me.”

“I’ve dreamed of this for twenty years,” he whispered, moving on top of
me. I pulled my legs back and drew his prick inside my pussy, flexing
my muscles and running my hands over his back, urging him on. We
screwed in frantic pleasure, pushing back against each other. He drove
into me with long, sure strokes, grinding his hips against me until I
came again, and then with a loud cry, he exploded inside me.

I kissed his beautiful neck, running my hands down to his firm ass.
Despite the passage of twenty years, we still had the same old feelings
for each other.