I keep reminding myself that we're just friends now as you walk ahead of me along the little path. I know that's how it should be but I'm still very attracted to you. I love the way you walk, all relaxed and confident. At the end of the path, there's a small hedge that overlooks the beach and you stop. I put my arms around you from behind and kiss the back of your neck. You take my hands in yours and raise them to your mouth, kissing my fingers. This gentle, intimate gesture takes me by surprise and I pull away.
"Hey - what's the matter?" you ask as you turn to face me.
"I'm sorry" is all I can say before the tears start. You put your arms around me and pull me close. I move my arms up your back until they are wrapped around your neck and run my fingrs through your hair. Before I can stop myself, my lips brush against your neck and I kiss my way up your throat. I hear a quiet groan as you take your hands down my back to squeeze my bum. You take my face in your hands and kiss me very tenderly.
"What are you sorry about? Don't you still want this?"
I can hardly bear to look at you. "I'm sorry I left. But I'm more sorry that I didn't come back sooner."
You don't say any more as you kiss me passionately and deeply. I can't fight it any more and I respond in kind. All those months apart, all the longing and fustration, all the arguments forgotten in a heartbeat. I press my body hard into yours as your strong arms hug me tight. You almost take my breath away as your mouth hungrily matches mine. My blood races through my veins as I feel your hand sneaking under my blouse to touch my skin. I jolt as if I've had an electric shock and I pull away from your embrace.
"What's wrong? What the hell are you afraid of?" you ask, angrily.
"There hasn't been anyone since you. Since last time. What if it's not the same now?"
"Well, there's only one way to find out, isn't there? And you never know - it might be better." You tilt my chin up and kiss me. Again, I feel your fingers touch my stomach and I lean into you. Your other hand grasps my ass and pulls me hard against you. I feel how aroused you are and I slowly trace your length with a finger, making you gasp.
I can feel myself getting warm and moist as your hand reaches down the front of my skirt. My hand continues to stroke the length of your hardness as your hand goes lower. It feels so good to know that you still turn me on this much, how good it feels when your flesh touches mine. I pull down your zip - I want to feel you in my hands. Just as I wrap my hands around your shaft, your fingers reach in my knickers and I tremble in anticipation.
Expertly, you part my lips and slip a finger inside me. I moan as you slowly stroke all along my folds, spreading my juices. I keep stroking your shaft, matching your movements. My mouth rests against your neck and my hot breath hits your skin. I'm so wet that your fingers are getting covered with my juice and you bring them to your mouth and lick them. My thumb caresses the head of your cock as I hold you tight. You kiss me hard as you dive in again with your fingers and stroke my clit. I'm powerless as I feel the first waves of orgasm approaching. My thighs tighten as I climax, gasping with surprise at how you still trigger such a response in me.
"Oh....oh...yes.....!"
I'm shaking as you lead me over to the steps and sit me down. You kneel on a lower step and raise my skirt. Slowly, you ease your hands under my ass and remove my underwear. Then you spread my knees and kiss your way up to my inner thighs where I'm aching for you to take me. I place my hands on the grass behind me and recline a little as you begin to tuck in. Slowly and softly, you lick all along my folds and suck up all the fluids pouring out of me.
"Mmmmm .... your taste...I'd forgotten..." you mumble as you lick and suck, driving me wild. Your tongue flicks my swollen clit as I try to hold out, prolonging the ecstacy as long as I can. I lean back on my elbows and wrap my legs around your neck. Your mouth and tongue work their magic as you take me higher and higher. I can feel the wteness pouring out of me, knowing that you're drinking it all in.