It was Ambers' birthday and it was almost our 1 year anniversary of being together. The past 12 months seemed to to have flown by without either one of us noticing.
15 months ago, I was still looking for her but hadn't yet found her. Its a long story, but I'll share it with you.
We had kind of a lost love thing going. I'd met her 16 years ago, she was dating a co-worker of mine. I remember seeing her for the first time, walking with him in the mall. I remember feeling instantly jealous that he was with her boyfriend. She was beautiful. Everything about her was just right. Her blond hair had these soft natural curls, the kind no curling iron could ever make. Her eyes were sparkling and wild with passion. They looked like a great couple, but inside I hated him for being with her. I couldn't stop looking at her. I was lost in an instant fantasy of my hands caressing her naked body, feeling her hair slip through my fingers as I played with her curls, smelling the warmth of her skin.....
I didn't get to meet her that day,, but over the next few weeks, she'd come into the store with him and I finally got introduced. I'd see them around town, down at the beach, in the mall. Every time I saw her, I fell in love all over again.
Her name was Amber.
Once in a while, I'd see her. She'd pop into the bar where I worked, usually with her girlfriends and they'd sing karaoke and party hard. We always said hi.
I don't know why, but I never really talked to her, except for casual conversation. I was so taken with her, so silently in love with her, but I couldn't bring myself to tell her that. I didn't think she'd take me seriously.
I had tried to find Amber several times over the years, but actually didn't even know her last name.
One night I was on Facebook and saw the name Amber pop up in one of the feeds. I'm sure my heart actually stopped for a few seconds, hoping that it was the Amber I knew. I clicked on it and there she was. I'll always remember that moment because that was the night my life changed forever.
Over the next few weeks, we chatted and caught up on each others lives. Like me, she'd married, had kids and was now separated. She was even living on the island like me, but a couple of towns over from where I was.
We started seeing each other, discovered that we had so many things in common, it was almost scary. We'd text or call each other at exactly the same time. It was like it was meant to be.
That was 15 months ago, but it seems like it was just yesterday. We couldn't be happier.
It was Saturday. Ambers' birthday. I got up early, ran down to the car to where I'd hidden the roses I'd bought. Her necklace was wrapped up and hidden under the drivers seat. I left it there. I hoped she'd like it, it was Opel, one of her favourites. I loved Amber more than anything and I was determined to make this her best birthday ever. I dug through the glove box and found her card with the spa certificate in it. I'd booked it for noon, for her and her best friend Melissa. Melissa was almost as pretty as Amber, and I'd often come home at night, and find the two of them listening to music, laughing and having a few drinks. I loved hearing Amber laugh. It was infectious.
I zipped back in the house with the roses, placed the spa certificate in her birthday card, and placed it near the sink in the bathroom. Normally I'd make us breakfast, but ever since we'd discovered that little restaurant around the corner, I didn't even take the chance of competing with their hash browns. We both loved having breakfast there, and as corny as it sounded, it was kind of “our place”. I snuck into the bedroom and stopped for a second, falling in love all over again. The bed sheet was barely on her, the sun shining through the window, kissing her warm skin. I loved lying next to Amber, tracing my fingers down her side, over her waist and up over her hips. I loved her curves. She always complained that she was fat and just didn't look the same anymore. To me, she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. I liked everything about her.
I laid down beside her, placing all but one rose next to her pillow. Carefully, I caressed her body with the rose, sliding its velvety petals across her skin. I could feel my cock stiffening. I could get hard just by looking at Amber. Every time.
I brushed the rose across the back of her knees, knowing that she was extra sensitive there, and then held it just under her nose. She opened her eyes and smiled. I gave her a kiss and wished her Happy Birthday. I loved it when she smiled and she was definitely smiling now. Laying beside her, enjoying the warmth of her naked body against mine, she couldn't help but feel my growing hardness pressing into the small of her back. She reached around behind her and squeezed my cock. I love it when she did that. I loved it when she took control and got “rough”.
“ I want this present” she said, as she squeezed me even harder. I gently bit her shoulder and the nape of her neck then slightly spread her legs apart. My fingers slipped into her pussy, still a little wet from fucking her the night before. I rubbed her wetness onto the head of my cock, then slid inside her. Not a little at a time, or gently. I pushed my cock all the way in at once. She gasped, making a slight moaning sound as I started fucking her. I reached around and squeezed her breasts. I loved how big they were, so firm and soft all at the same time. I loved taking Amber from behind. Pulling her hair, holding her by her hips and just slamming my cock into her. I pulled out and stood at the side of the bed, grabbing Amber by her ankles and dragged her to the edge of the mattress, flipping her onto her back, all at the same time. With my pillow under her ass, she was at the perfect angle. Once again I penetrated her body, holding her legs up with my hands as I plunged deep inside her. I loved looking at her when we made love. Her expressions, her sounds, her smells, the way she tasted. Everything about her turned me on. It was always a struggle for me, not to cum right away. I always tried to wait for her to at least have one orgasm.
Once again I pulled out, this time dropping to my knees in front of her beautiful pussy. I know she liked me going down on her almost as much as I loved doing it. She always tasted so good, with the slightest scent of coconuts. My tongue slid up and down her, easily opening her up like a precious flower.
Now, I loved every part of Ambers body, but her legs and feet were easily my favourite. Who am I kidding? I loved it all. But when she wrapped those legs around me, whether it was my back or neck, I melted. The first time she did it to me it reminded me of a Koala Bear climbing a tree, and from that day on, that was my special name for her. My koala bear, or K bear!!
Right now, Koala had her legs wrapped around my head, pushing my tongue deep inside her. Grinding her pussy into my face. Fucking me. I loved it. And she knew it. All of a sudden, she quivered and flooded my face and mouth with her wetness. That was another thing I loved.
I stood up and leaned into her for a kiss. Propping her legs up on my shoulders, my cock found her pussy and this time I wasn't stopping.