Title: Old Friend

Category: straight

Author: HOBwriter

Keywords: mf

 

I was recently traveling back to my home town where I went to high school some
13 years ago, and after attending to some business there, decided to walk
around the town, for some errands and gift shopping. This was a small suburb of
a growing larger northeastern city, and had a nice, safe downtown area, with
many upscale shops, restaurants and the usual banks, drug stores, etc. 

In one square that had been redone since I had last been there some 10 years
ago, and I went in to a craft store that looked like they had some nice local
wares for some people where I now live. I entered and smiled at the person
working in the store, and immediately recognized her from high school times. I
didn’t remember her name, or remember that we ever knew eachother since our
high school class was over 650 people. So I didn’t want to embarrass myself any
further with my not having remembered, so I went about my business, and
selected a few items. 

As I was checking out, and she was wrapping things for me, I just couldn’t take
my eyes off her. She was quite pretty, with a nice figure, and especially a
tight sweater that highlighted quite well her large breasts. Maybe she filled
out since high school. But I was drawn to her chest, and tried hard not to
stare too much, at least when she might catch me. She smiled and made some
polite conversation about the weather and such until she took my credit card,
and looked at the name on the card.

"Excuse me for asking," she said, "But didn’t you go to high school here?"

"Well actually, I did. Class of 1986."

"Me too," she laughed. "I remember you. It’s been a long time, but I recognized
your name. My name is Liz. Liz Stevenson."

She extended her hand, and we talked for a few moments about the town, about
people who may be around and who may have been mutual friends. I really hadn’t
kept up with many people from high school, and so barely remembered the names.
But it was interesting nonetheless, to hear what some people were doing, and
how some stayed around to raise their families where they grew up.

I commented on how much I liked the store, and how nice a selection of local
crafts she had. She said she was the owner, and thanked me for the compliment.
Liz said she had been there for over 7 years, and that business was good, and
she liked what she did. The store allowed her to travel around the small towns
of the northeast, and acquire local craftsmen and craftswomen to show their
things in her store.

It was late in the afternoon, and I still had some things to do. It turned out
we talked for almost 45 minutes, allowing her time to help other customers. In
the course of our conversation, we asked about families, and I told her I was
still single, and living on the west coast. She said she had just never met the
right man, although the opportunity had come up before, things just didn’t work
out. I found myself quite attracted to her, and really enjoyed her
conversation, her taste in crafts and her independence.

I asked before she left if she minded if I called upon her for dinner the next
night, and if she knew of any nice place to eat that we may continue to talk of
old times, and how things were now in our little town. She said there were many
good restaurants, but since there were some meetings in the area, the good
places were likely to be crowded.

"Perhaps you could come over the my house, and I could make a nice dinner for
us?" Liz offered.

"Yes, that would be nice. I would like that very much."

We settled on 7:00 the next day, and we shook hands and parted.

I was happy at this development. I was looking forward to having dinner with
her. She was excellent company, probably cooked as well as she minded her shop,
and I could look at her figure some more. (OK I could stare at her tits, and
maybe get lucky.)

I arrived at her place promptly at 7:00, with some wine and flowers. She
graciously accepted, and showed me inside. She had a beautiful, older Victorian
home which she had redecorated and remodeled. I love seeing older homes, and I
appreciate their craftsmanship. She showed me around the spacious house, where
she lived by herself, and two cats and one dog, an old retriever named Gus. He
made his greetings, and let me pet him for a while, and the went back to his
rug and lay down. I walked around the downstairs, and Liz said to make myself
at home, look upstairs if I liked, and she would be in the kitchen finishing
dinner. She poured me some wine, added to her glass, and let me on my way.

I watched her go back to the kitchen, and admired her from the rear. She was
dressed casually in slacks and a colored blouse, and her hair was up in a bun
behind her head, exposing her long, sensual neck, which I think is quite sexy.
I walked upstairs, which had three large bedrooms, one obviously the master
bedroom, with a large 4-poster queen size bed. I noticed all the touches she
had on the place, with beautiful artworks of country scenery, picture frames
with family photos, and one of her with another man, who looked like might have
been her previous beau.

The house was very, very nice, and reflected her taste in things. She seemed
happy, but like I sometimes felt, perhaps a little lonely, just her with her
job and the pets for company. But she obviously had a successful business, had
many local friends, and seemed happy in her life. 

I came back downstairs, and found her finishing a great-smelling dinner in the
kitchen. 

"I hope you like pasta. This is home-made, and the veggies are from my garden."

"Sounds and smell great. Is there anything I can do to help," I offered.

"Perhaps you could open some more wine for dinner?" She produced a bottle of
red wine and showed me the drawer for the corkscrew. I complimented her on the
house, and the quality of the work she had done, from the remodeling to the
decorating. 

She thanked me for noticing, and told me some home remodeling horrors of the
projects over the years. Old houses, broken pipes, small projects turning into
major endeavors.

After about 15 more minutes, with me sitting enjoying watching her prepare the
meal, and talking about all kinds of things, I helped bring the food to the
table, and we sat to eat. Old Gus sat by Liz’s feet and she petted him
affectionately. He had been her companion for the last 8 years, after she had
rescued him from the animal shelter. She said he had been a wonderful pet for
her.

We told some of our life stories, from our pets, to our travels, to people of
our past. Inevitably, the subject arose of how we both had come to be single at
this time of our lives when most of the people around us are starting families
of their own. She said she had been seriously involved with a man until last
year, when things just didn’t work out. And she just didn’t want to get that
serious yet. Still sort of recovering, she put it.

I too, had been seriously involved with someone until a couple years ago, when
we too separated amicably, and now my work took up my time, and so with
traveling, I had been involved in making a good career, and not a good time for
family preparation. It really didn’t bother me yet though. I didn’t feel the
biological clock.

Liz said how much she loved kids, and hoped for a big family someday. But even
at 34, didn’t want to settle, and become unhappy. She said she felt there was
someone for everyone, most of the time anyway. 

We kept pouring the wine, and there was not a pause in the conversation. I
loved hearing her talk. She was so intelligent, was a good observer of people
and things, and had great stories to tell about her experiences. She loved to
laugh, and laughed easily at little jokes and kept me quite entertained.

Dinner too was excellent, and with the wine and meal, I was quite happy at the
evening. I can’t recall the last time I had such a pleasant evening with a
woman. We obviously had much in common, and our company was easy and the
conversation was lively. We were onto our second bottle of wine by then, and
both feeling the effects I think. The conversation was getting much less
inhibited, and the innuendoes less subtle.

I helped clear the table, and she asked me to select some music while she
cleaned up. I put on some classical music, and noticed some similar musical
tastes as well. I found her in the kitchen putting away some food, and washing
the dishes. I offered to help, and came up behind her, and stood close,
awaiting her reply with my work orders. I inhaled her perfume, and told her how
nice she smelled, and how great the dinner was. I guess I was standing a little
too close, and she turned around as if startled. Her breasts brushed across my
arm as she turned, and she looked up at me and thanked me for the compliment.

Her hands were wet from the dishes, and I leaned down to kiss her, and we
kissed for a few moments. I had my hand on her neck and stroked the side of her
neck, feeling the goose bumps arise on her skin. She kissed me back lightly at
first, then harder, letting our tongues lick eachother just a little. She felt
wonderful, and I pushed myself closer to her as we kissed. 

She pulled away, and took a deep breath, and smiled up at me. "Boy, that feels
nice. Wasn’t there some dishes you were going to help me with, though? Then we
can go into the living room and be a little more comfortable, OK?"

"OK with me. I just love the way you smell."

I think she blushed a little, and stuck a towel in my hand and handed me a
couple glasses to dry. She soaked a couple pots in water, threw some dishes
into the sink, and put the remaining food into the refrigerator. As she was
wiping up around the sink, I walked up behind her again, and stood close, and
put my face to the back of her neck, and inhaled deeply as I massaged her
shoulders. I could feel her muscles under my fingers, and I kissed softly at
the back of her neck. Again, I could feel the goosebumps on my fingers, and
felt her breathe a little shallower. I looked down at her chest, and could see
the outline of her nipples through her light blouse, getting a little hard too.

I kept rubbing her shoulders and back, and she leaned into me for support
pressing her back to my chest. I felt her ass against my cock, which was quite
hard and I tried to resist the urge to rub and push up against her in return.
She however, did not resist, and pushed her ass harder, so my cock was
sandwiched up against the cheeks of her ass. She moved a little, feeling my
hard on with her ass.

"You’re making my knees week. Perhaps we should go in the next room?" Liz said,
and pulled away, and smiled at me. We got our wine glasses, refilled them, and
went to sit on the couch. 

I sat down on the sofa at one end, and she came in, turned down some lights,
and sat close to me. 

"It’s been a while since I’ve been with a man. I hope I don’t come on too
strong. I’ve missed the touch of a man on me. You are turning me on very much,"
Liz said, looking me in the eyes, searching for a response, a reaction from me.

"I think you are beautiful. You’ve made a wonderful dinner. I think you smell
and feel beautiful too. I too am rather excited."

"Yes, I noticed. I’m glad."

She slid closer to me, and sat up on her knees and began kissing me hard,
sliding her tongue into my mouth, and playing with my tongue and licking my
teeth and lips. I pulled the hair pin from her hair and let her long, brown
hair fall down to her shoulders. I pulled her closer and we kissed harder and
more passionately for a long time.

I felt her warm, full breasts against my shoulder and chest as we continued
kissing. I wanted to go at her pace, and not rush things. She seemed quite
raring to go, and it had been quite a long time for us both I thought. Then
sort of reading my mind, she pulled away and looked at me in the eye, and said,

"Can we do this my was. I think you will not be disappointed. But I feel so
comfortable with you and I feel like I can trust you. And I do think I can make
you very satisfied. What do you think about that?"

I looked at her, quite flushed, and with a sexy look in her eyes. "I believe
you. And as long as there is nothing dangerous, I think I am game."

"Oh, don’t worry. Nothing like that. But I want to make you happy, and bring
you pleasure. I feel like you will be appreciative," Liz offered with a sly
smile.

"Well, where would you like us to begin," I asked.

‘Well, let us start with taking off a few of these clothes. But one piece at a
time. I’ll go first."


Liz stood up and looking at me, keeping my gaze in hers, slowly unbuttoned her
blouse, and pulled the tail from her slacks. She then pulled it off her
shoulders, and allowed me to gaze upon her large breasts clad only in an
off-white, silk blouse and with largek prominent nipples poking at the tips. I
openly gazed—actually stared—at her. She looked wonderful. She stood arm’s
length from me and held her arms at her sides. 

"Now your turn. Let me help you. Just let me do all the work. You just sit
there and relax." She leaned closer to me, and sat beside me on the sofa again
and began to unbutton by shirt, and touch my chest and stomach softly, pausing
for brief moments to run her hands in the hair on my chest and caress my
nipples, hard a little too by her touch.

She pulled it too from my pants, and pulled of off my arms. We sat there, next
to eachother, and enjoyed looking at the exposed skin.

"My turn again," she smiled. 

She stood, and unbuttoned her slacks, and facing sideways, again looking at me
from the corner of her eyes, and proceeded to strip them down off her legs. I
again stared at her exposed skin of her smooth legs, and her matching panties.

"I hope you don’t mind. I have a little bit of an exhibitionist in me. I also
like it when a man will let me in control. It doesn’t happen very often, you
know. Most men shy away from letting a woman in control of the situation." Liz
spoke with confidence and oozing with sexuality. I certainly had no complaint
at her attidute and even enjoyed laying back and letting her do the work. It
was very exciting. I think I probably had my mouth open with my stares, and
just let my eyes roam up and down her exquisite body. I could smell the mix of
her perfume and the scent of her arousal. Quite intoxicating combined with her
almost nude form standing in front of me, when only moments ago, se were having
an innocent dinner together. Sure, I fantasized about what she would be like in
b, but I had no idea that it would be like this, none at all. She surpassed my
imagination by a long shot.

"Now your turn again. Perhaps we should get rid of these," she said, pulling at
my pants while kneeling in front of me. She slowly reached forward to unbutton
my pants and pull down my zipper, trying very hard to avoid contact with my
aching erection pushing against the front of my pants. She was teasing me and
succeeding in her task of making me satisfied. At least so far I enjoyed her
game. She pulled my pants free from my legs, and let her hands run up and down
for a moment from my feet to my thighs, but no further. I involunarily arched
my hips up to try and gain contact with her hands, but she smiled and didn’t
allow it.

"Now what’s next. I am down to two pieces to your one. I’ll let you choose
which one for me to remove next. The top or the bottom?"

She slid her hands under her breasts to emphasize her assets there, and then
into the crotch of her underwear to make my decisiion more difficult. 

"Such choices. What’s a man to do?"

I looked at her body in front of me for a few more moments before making a
decisiion. "The top. I would love tosee your beautiful breasts. I confess I
have been watching them rather much yesterday and today. Don’t delay my torture
any longer."

"I could tell. I like to show them off a little. I could see it was having an
effect on you." As she spoke, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She
pulled her arms free, and then slowly, inch by inch, until it finally fell free
from her gorgeous tits. Her breasts wire large and firm, hanging a little down
from her chest. Her nipples were large too, and were erect under my stare. The
circles of dark red aerolea were large and puckered too, highlighting her
arousal. She was excited by this show too, I could tell. No problem. I like to
watch and she likes to show. We were going to get along quite well.

"Exquisite," was all I could say. But I think with this word and my look of
hunger, was enough to convey my feelings for this ovely sight before me. 

"Now, your turn again. You’ve got just one thing left, and I would very much
like to see what’s under there." She knelt in fron of me again, and without
touching me she slipped her fingers under the waistband of my underwear, and
pulled my cock free. I lifted my hips up to allow her to completely remove the
rest of my underwear, and she slipped them off my legs, tossin them in a pile
of both of our clothes next to us. "Ummm. I like what I see. I could feel your
hardness pressing up against me in the kitchen, and I could tell ten that I
wanted to make love to you."

She started stroking my legs and thighs, working slow circles up my legs,
towards my aching cock. T twitched in anticipation, and she smiled at my
reaction to her. Then, ever so gradually, her hand started stroking up and down
my shaft, and caressing my balls. Her hand grasped the base of my shaft and
pumped its full length a few times., coaxing a few drops of liquid from the
tip, which she used to rub into the head and groove on the underside, making me
squirm with pleasure and agonizing excitement. She spent perhaps 10-15 minutes
just stroking me and teasing me to higher and higher levels of excitement. She
really knew how to press alll the right buttons. I reached down to feel the
sides of her breasts, and feel the weight of them in my hands. She just pushed
me back and slid my hips forward more, and told me to wait. "There will be
plenty of time for that. I think you need this too, maybe almost as much as I
do."

"I think you’re probably right. This feels incredible."

"You just lay there and let your old friend Liz take care of this. There will
be more fun later. I guarantee that."

With that, she bent forward and began licking her way down my stomach, slowly
making a course for my cock. Her hair lay across my stomach and then on my
thighs as she got closer and closer to her target. I pulled her hair to one
side so I cold see when she took me in her mouth. She lightly dabbed little
flicking motions at the tip of my cock, licking away the leaking that she still
created. "Ummm. Tastes good too. I hope there’s more where that came from."

"I think you will find out very soon, if you keep doing that."

"That’s OK. I like to feel you in my mouth."

She then took me into her mouth and closed her lips around the head of my hard
cock. I just groaned in delight and the feel of being inside her wet mouth. She
sucked me in deeper and deeper, until her nose was against the hairs of my
pelvis. She just held me there and allowd me and her to get accustomed to the
feeling. I looked at her mouth rising slowly from my cock and leaving a shiny,
wet trail as my cock slid up and out. 

"Please Liz, I pleaded. It’s been a while, and I don’t want to come too soon.
You’re making me absolutely crazy," I pleaded with her.

"I want to make you feel good. Don’t worry. Come if you need to. Come in my
mouth. I want to feel you come in my mouth<" Liz said, stroking my cock up and
down with firm strokes, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. She bent her
head down and hungrily resumed sucking on me and stroking me with one free
hand. Her other hand stroked behind my balls and then reached up to squeeze my
nipple. The feelings were too intense, and combined with her urging words, I
started to shoot my cum in her. She licked up every drop and kept sucking on my
spurting cock, swallowing everything. My hands grasped at the pillows on both
sides of me, and I yelled out in pleasure as my orgasm was hard and fast.

As my orgasm waned, and I returned to sanity, Liz kept gently stroking my
cock,and licked her lips at me, and smiled. "That tastes even better. Don’t you
feel better now?"

"Liz, that was wonderful. I’m sorry that was so fast. You just made me so
crazy."

"I said don’t worry. I’m sure we can make this work again in just a little
while." She gave my cock a squeeze, and stood again. "Well, I guess I still
have one more thing to remove to make us equal."

"Wait, I think I want to do this now. Your turn to lay down and relax. Now I
think I can concentrate on your pleasure." I guided her to sit where I was and
placed her hips at the edge of the sofa, and knelt where she was, between her
legs. I started caressing her calves and thighs, noticing her wet crotch of her
panties. I strokes gently on the inside of her thighs, and felt the wonderful
warm skin there. I skipped her moist center for the moment, and let my hands
trace light lines up her stomach and round the sides of her breasts. Her
nipples stood up further, and I held the weight of her tits in my hands,
squeezing the and fondling their fullness. "Wonderful. You feel absolutely
incredible." I lightly pinched her nipples and rolled them between my fingers,
and stroked and stroked, enjoying the feel of her skin under my touch.

I continued to lightly caress all the areas I could including her face and
neck, trying to find any special places that got a special reaction. I found
the back of her knees and the sides of her ribs especially sensitive without
being too ticklish. Maybe that would be for later. I leaned forward and kissed
my way from her shoulders to her collar bones, and found the base of her neck
again, causing goose bumps to appear on her arm and her nipples to swell yet
more. I held her breasts and fed them to my hungry lips, sucking and biting
them. I kissed down to the underside of her heavy orbs and traced my hands
along her sides and hips. I continued to kiss her stomach and inhaled the sweet
scent of her arousal. This was quite unmistakable by now. I felt her squirm as
I did moments ago, trying to push her hips up against my mouth. 

I reached up and slid my fingers on the undersurface of her panties and felt
the soft hairs beneath. I played with the hairs and pulled on the feeling her
wet lips with the back of my fingers. She arched her hips up again, and this
time I slid her panties off and took in the sight of her, aroused and flushed
with excitement. I traced my fingers again up her legs, lightly caressing her
inner thighs, and passing gently over the outer lips of her pussy, feeling
their wetness . I slid one finger along the length of her canal, and drew the
juice to my lips. She looked at me hungrily, as I licked the sweet nectar of
her body from my finger. 

"Please. Please, touch me. I wasn’t that bad. I let you come didn’t I? Please,
I need you inside me so bad," Liz pleaded with desire burning in her eyes. 

I obliged her by sliding a finger insider her pussy and feeling around the
depths of her love canal. She was so warm and wet, and I was quite hard again
now, it took restraint not to oblige her further and just fuck her senseless.
But I wanted to bring her some of the same feelings she had just done for me. I
bend my head down and licked so lightly up the length of her dripping pussy,
and savored the taste. So incredible intoxicating. I slid another finger inside
her and twisted them around her, feeling all around from the front to deep in
the back, again trying to find her sensitive places. My tongue sought her
clitoris, and I used the other hand to spread her lips further. I licked up and
down, and made small circles around the top of her firm clit, that was aching
for my mouth. She gasped in approval and I took that as a sign of pleasure, so
I continued to make light circles with my tongue on her clit and my fingers
probing deep inside her. I felt her juices running down my hand and making a
lovely slippery noise as I moved my hand in and out of her. 

"Oh yes baby… yes….yes…. here it comes….I’m coming….oh yeah…"

Music to my ears. I continued my slow rhythm as her orgasm approached. I wanted
to drag it out, but her legs squeezed around my shoulders as her orgasm hit and
I felt her insides clamping down on my fingers when she came. She yelled out
something and I felt the spasms of her orgasm and I continued to lick and taste
the juices of her climax. I wanted to swallow her as she did for me. Her taste
was so unbelievable that I kept licking and playing with her clit that she kept
coming and coming, longer than I had, and longer than I thought possible.
Perhaps she kept having another orgasm, but she kept yelling and I kept licking
at her clit until she pushed my mouth away, and I just kept my mouth on her,
licking her juices and letting my fingers savor the feel of her inner recess.

"That was unbelievable. I just kept coming. You have to stop though. I need a
break. " I rested my head on her tits, and stroked her arm and pressed my cock
against her wet pussy. I wanted her to feel my arousal, and I wanted to screw
her in the worst way. I just rubbed my cock up and down on the outside of her
wet pussy lips, feeling the nice sensations of her wet juices coating my cock
and caressing the sensitive underside of my head. She rotated her hips against
me, and I made no immediate move to go inside her. I leaned up to kiss her and
let her taste the taste of her on my face.

We kissed deeply, probing eachothers tongues and mouths, and I kept my cock
moving up and down on the outside of her pussy. 

"I want you inside me." She reached down between us and guided my cock into
her, and I slid in without any trouble, she was still so wet. I slid in slowly,
until I was burried al the way deep inside her, and I looked down between us
and took in the sight of her pussy lips wrapped around the base of my shaft.
She wrapped her legs around my back and held me deep inside her as we both
stayed there for a minute, both savoring the feel of the penetration. I started
to move in and out of her, grinding my pelvis against her pussy. She closed her
eyes and flexed her hips in time with mine. 

"You feel wonderful. You are an incredibly sexy woman, Liz."

She smiled at me and just used her legs to pull me deeper into her and harder
with each stroke.

"It’s been so long for me too. It’s wonderful to feel you deep inside me. Let
me lay down on top of you."

I pulled her towards me and we managed to lay back on the sofa without me
pulling out of her, so she could sit on top of me and I could watch and use my
hands to hold and caress her tits hanging down so beautifully in front of me.
She began grinding her hips on me, and then sat up, almost taking me completely
out of her, then sliding back down. She used her inner muscles to squeeze my
cock inside her, and I moaned in approval. "Can you feel that?" she asked.

"Oh yes, that feels great. You feel great. You’re going to make me come again
rather soon if you keep doing that."

She closed her eyes and leaned forward, placing her hands beside me. I leaned
my head up to take her nipple into my mouth as we fucked. Her pace was becoming
more frantic and I could feel my climax approaching. I met her thrusts with
mine and sucked hungrily on her nipples. I think this made her crazy because
she fucked harder and harder. I grabbed at her ass with my hands and pulled her
hard onto my thrusting cock. I too was close, and I groaned, "Oh Liz, that
feels so good. I’m gonna’ come, baby."

"Yes, me too. I can feel it. Come in me again. I want to feel you come in me."

That’s all I needed. I pulled her tits to my face, and pushed my hips as hard
as I could shoving my cock deep into her as I came, shooting more come into
her. She too, felt me start coming and we both yelled in our orgasms together
and grabbed at eachother, pulling and holding on to eachother. I felt her inner
walls of her pussy squeezing at me, squeezing the come from me as she came. We
were both breathing hard and muttering uncontrollably something, as our mutual
orgasms subsided. We kept holding eachother kissing tenderly, and I loved the
feel of her hair on my face, and the smell of her perfume and sex around us. I
felt our juices running down my balls, and rubbed her back and neck from below. 

"Liz, that was incredible. I can’t remember ever coming as hard as you made me
come. You showed me some new heights of extacy tonight," I finally managed to
say.

"I’m glad you let me do things my way. But I don’t think we’re done for the
night yet. I’ve got some more things I’d like to share with you. Shall we go
upstairs?"