It has been a long couple of weeks. I have been travelling all over Europe on business.  She has been travelling all over North America for her own work. For the first time in a number of years, we haven’t seen each other in weeks.  Even though we continued to text each other every day, we did miss each other.  

Lynn and I are business partners and friends.  We have endured the break-down of our marriages years ago together.  Our friendship had also miraculously survived months upon months of no business in our company and little cash to live on.  The passage of time has lessened the impact of the former and now we have more business than we can manage ourselves which has solved the latter.

Her text came late in the afternoon the day I arrived home, “Want to come over for drinks this evening?”

That sounded perfect to me and I sent my affirmative reply.

After running around throughout the evening bussing my kids here and there, I dropped them off at my ex-wife’s place and beetled over to Lynn’s.  I picked up a couple of bottles of wine, as is customary.

I arrived at her place just as the sun was setting - one of the last days of summer giving way to a pink and orange sunset.  I let myself into her place.  We haven’t knocked on each other’s door in years.

“Hello?” announcing my arrival. 

“I’m in the kitchen,” and indeed, she was in the kitchen wearing nothing more than pajama bottoms and a tank top. 

Lynn is usually done up with her hair and makeup, but not at this time of night.  Not that she needed any of it.  She is still a very beautiful woman standing 5’7 with tanned skin and long brown hair. 

The spaghetti straps of her tank showed off her strong muscular shoulders, which perfectly complimented her larger than normal chest.  It’s clear she wasn’t wearing a bra.  It was hard to ignore the nipples protruding through the scant layer of cotton.  She was standing in the kitchen barefoot with her toenails polished. 

“I thought you were coming over earlier, I was about to go to bed.”

“I had to drive the kids tonight,” she understood having four children of her own, which she splits parenting time with her ex-husband.

I opened the fridge and deposited the bottles of wine for chilling and safe keeping. 

She let out a long sigh, normally an indication that she’s had a long day.  I turned to her and said quite honestly, “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” she admitted. 

I approached her and wrapped my arms around her as she did with me.  We gave each other a very tight hug.  Through all the ups and downs of the past few years, here we were still friends.  We had survived some very dark days together, but the last couple of months, things had come together in our personal and professional lives.  She and I have both been dating our new people for a few years now.

My hands were loosely placed around the small of her back and hers were draped from my shoulders. We lingered a few moments longer.  We felt the tension of recent weeks releasing and falling away.  So busy. So much going on.

I kissed her just below her ear and reminded her that “I loved her.”  This wasn’t shocking news to her.  We tell each other those words all the time, but normally it’s a harmless reminder.  However, this time, when I said it, she pulled me a little tighter pressing her tits against my chest. Now and then we feel a special level of electricity between us. 

Leaning back, I looked at her for a moment and then kissed her.  Normally our friendly little kisses lasted a moment or so and that’s it, but not so this time.  Instead of pulling away, my lips pressed just a millimeter closer to hers than they otherwise normally would.  Instead of withdrawing, hers pressed a millimeter closer to mine.

A second later, my lips parted a few millimeters and hers mimicked. It was a seemingly longer kiss between friends than we’d had in quite a while. 

Then all at once, our jaws lapsed, and our mouths fell agape.  We shared a warm and welcoming kiss that felt so comfortable, so easy.  It felt like home being like this together.  My cock was instantly hard against her and I’m sure it wasn’t unnoticed.  I was a little embarrassed at first to let her feel that, but let go of my inhibition as she stepped closer to me.

Her hand moved from my shoulder to around my neck as our heads turned to deepen our kiss.  At nearly the same time, my hands dropped straight down under her pajamas and each hand curled around one side of her ass.  She was wearing floss-like panties such that each hand fully engulfed one side of her bare butt.

Our extended kissing ebbed in and out as we took one slow breath after another, each time a little hungrier than the last. My hands grew in confidence and pulled her against me, pinning my aching cock against her stomach.  We both could feel a longing urgency building that neither of us intervened to stop.

On the next breath, one hand slipped out her pajamas and slid up Lynn’s side, sloppily catching her top and lifting it higher until my fingers tangled around her nipple and my palm cupped her breast.

We stopped for a second to look at each other in silence.  We both fully knew we weren’t supposed to fool around, and rest assured, most of the time we don’t.  But sometimes, let’s just say, stuff happens.

My hand fell from her breast, down her stomach, and burrowed inside the waistband of her pajamas.  It continued a southward journey inside the thin coil of her panties.  My fingers ran across her perfectly shaven pubis until my middle finder inserted itself between her idling fold. 

She let out a soft sexy coo as my finger plunged into the warm wetness forming between her legs.  I started fingering her slit with gentle strokes.  She got wetter and wetter until a point where she was widening her stance giving me fuller access to her special lady place.

Our kissing slowed and a tiny space formed between us.  We both watched as Lynn lowered her hand down my sculpted chest and firm abs to attend to the bulge below my belt.  Once there, Lynn rubbed the pulsing protrusion with anticipation through my tightening pants.

Her fingers loosened my button and unzipped my fly.  She fed her hand inside my briefs and wrapped herself around my steely shaft.  She pumped it a few times releasing a small stream of clear gel-like pre-cum.  She massaged the silky film with her fingers creating a frictionless piston that she continued playing with for a few more minutes.

My own fingers were coated in her self-lubricant.  My fingers worked a track between her legs, which only encouraged and affirmed a deep need for more attention. 

There we were in her kitchen, on a late summer evening, masturbating each other - almost unthinkable and hour ago. But yet, here we were, beyond the threshold where we could stop ourselves.  We just wanted “it” so badly.  “It” wasn’t a judgement, nor was “it” a commitment.  “It” wasn’t a promise either.  “It” was being with my best friend completely in the moment and having each other.

I withdrew my fingers and tugged at the corners of her pajamas and panties with both hands pulling them down her shapely legs to her ankles.  She stepped out from them and kicked them aside.  Her naked, perfectly shaven pussy smiled at me dripping with want.

“Get on the counter.”  I commanded her in a soft whisper.  She lifted herself onto the island counter in the middle of her kitchen.

I positioned myself in front of her and placed my hands on her knees and started to spread her.  She leaned back onto her elbows as I lifted her legs parting them.

Bending at the waist, my head lowered.  My lips caressed her inner thigh and left a snail’s trail of wet kisses en route to her glistening center.  Upon arrival, my tongue slipped between her swollen flaps and tasted her drippy faucet. 

It’s not the first time I have eaten Lynn out, but I never tired of it.  I hungerly licked up and down her luscious valley, tickling her swelling clit with the tip of my tongue.  She moaned in pleasure as she watched my progress eagerly from her perch underneath the kitchen lights.

She folded her legs backward and I pinned them in place taking full advantage of the unfettered access to suck her off so completely she could hardly stand it.  I poked my tongue inside her horny pussy hole, and buried my face between her legs, licking and sucking her so hard her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

I felt her orgasm growing inside her.  My mouth swallowed her engorged clit.

“Oh my god, that’s so fucking good,” she screamed, “Please, don’t stop.”

My mouth continued relentlessly assaulting her private place in ways of such pleasure, she found herself gasping for breath.  Her body began to twitch as she could only hold onto control a moment longer. 

“Ahhhh!”  She vocalized in one continuous streaming moan.

My tongue lashed her clit as it throbbed its way through her orgasm.  Her hands grabbed my hair mashing my face against her gushing core until the climax passed and then brutally pushed me away as her clit became so engorged that touching it hurt.

We looked at each other in the eye, each of us wearing a look of wild, feverous want, need, and desire. 

I dropped my pants, underwear, and shirt and threw them aside as she caught her breath.  She climbed down off the counter and knowingly turned around bending at the waist.

I took my fully erect cock and directed it between her legs.  She widened her stance spreading her tiny little cunt ever so wider for my cock to find and fill. 

Once hooked at the outer passage, I teased penetration, dipping the head in and out a few times before giving her more, making her want it.  Inch-by-inch it sank deeper and deeper inside her until a minute later I’m completely buried inside Lynn.  It felt so good for the both of us.

I grabbed her hips and began fucking.  She arched her back, as I drilled my spinney cock in and out, over and over. Our bodies slapped against each other and we grunted and groaned each pleasurable stroke.

Hitting a rhythm, my hands slid up her body removing her tank top over her head.  Her exposed nipples were electrified and as hard as the cabinet nobs around us.  I taunted and teased each perky nub escalating the eroticism between us. 

It’s almost impossible to believe that all this missing could culminate in the two of us bare naked, fucking each other in her kitchen.  But there I was, enjoying carnal pleasures with my best friend.  

The surrealism of the scene began filling my stem.  I could hear and see the squishy sounds of sex from our bodies banging together. Try as I might to contain and control the moment, I couldn’t.  I’m overwhelmed by that feeling where I want to let everything go and be with Lynn all the way.  There is no one else in that moment but the two of us.

My hands seized control of her hips. I took Lynn’s body hard and deep onto my cock.

I felt my chamber ready to explode.  

Pulling her fast against me, my cock completely sunk to the deepest part inside of her, my fattened cannon unloaded its ammunition.  One warm, milky stream of bullets after another flooded her pussy over and over again.

I groaned ecstasy in a joyous trance – like a rocket it went off, but now reluctantly waited to come back down.  We held still and tight a few second longer to allow my throbbing to subside before I pulled away my veiny wand.

My cum was leaking immediately from her pussy hole and dribbling down her thighs.  I had always been turned on by her legs, but even more at that sight.

She turned around to face me slowly. 

We smiled at each other.  It’s not the first time something like this has happened between us and its likely not the last. 

Maybe we weren’t meant to be together, but that shouldn’t mean that we couldn’t enjoy a summer night like this now and then.

She walked away toward the shower saying over her shoulder, “You can stay over if you want, but you have to walk the dog.”