Suddenly she’s pulling me along faster and faster, and we’re rushing through the restaurant and giggling like the teenagers we were when we were 19 years old and didn’t know yet what the world had in store for us.
We don’t give a damn if people are looking at us. We finally burst out of the stuffy, dark atmosphere of the restaurant and head through the doors into the night, which is dark and cool. She shivers and I put my arm around her. We stand here at the entranceway, looking at each other.
I lean in and kiss her and she kisses me back. It’s a deep kiss.
Suddenly, we’re pressing against each other, making out heavily. My arms are all around her, massaging her breasts, going up under her shirt now. Her hands are on my ass, my back, running through my hair, going every which way imaginable.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” I whisper to her, my voice so low it’s practically a growl.
“I want you now,” she says, her voice sweet and barely above a whisper.
“Let’s get out of here,” I say, as the restaurant door swings open and people start to come outdoors, probably for a cigarette break.
“Where should we go?” she says, giving me another kiss.
She moves her mouth down toward my neck.
My cock is raging hard, harder than it’s been a long, long time. Her body feels amazing against mine, so soft and supple, so sexy and hard… so perfect.
“I’m staying with my parents,” I say. “But what about your place?”
“Oh… uh…” she pauses, hesitating. A worried look comes over her face.
“What is it?” I say.
“I have… a daughter…” she says.
I can’t concentrate on that now. I can’t even absorb the information properly.
“We’ll get a hotel, then,” I say. “That’s no trouble.”
“I know,” she says, suddenly. “I know where we can go. It’s better than a hotel.”
“Where?”
“My pool. At least I’ll get some use out of that building?”
I guess she means that business isn’t going that well, but with my cock threatening to break through my pants, and her body against mine, I can’t think about that either now.
We drive over to the pool. I’m at the wheel, and her hands are fumbling all around my crotch during the entire drive. Her hands are up against my cock through my pants, stroking along it.
“You’d better stop,” I say. “Or I’m going to crash. And then we’re not going to get to have any fun.”
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she says.
“I know,” I say. “It’s been so long…”
There’s a silence, and I know we’re both wondering the same thing: why was there such a long pause in our relationship? After how we felt about each other when I was in college, why did it take so long for us to meet again? Why did it take a simple coincidence, a simple turn of fate to throw us together again?
But now that we’re back together again, there’s nothing that can be done. The cards have been dealt. The die has been cast, and there’s no turning back now, even if I wanted to, and obviously I don’t. And neither does she. I know it. I can hear it in her voice. I can read it in her body. She wants me as much as I want her.
I pull up to the abandoned parking lot and she kisses me. Our arms are all around each other, our hands touching hot and warm flesh. It’s almost as if I don’t know my hands or my body from her own. We aren’t even naked and the windows in the car are steaming up in the cold weather outside. It’s just like when I was in college… I have a brief flash of what it felt like when she never called me or texted me back, the terrible way it made me feel… and the way I responded by becoming a horrible womanizing piece of garbage who treated women somewhat horribly… in fact, I was famous for it. Well, this time is going to be different. I promise myself that.
If only she’ll give me a chance this time. I’d throw everything away for her. This is crazy that I feel like this already. But these feelings have been here all along. They’ve just been overshadowed by the wounds that come with falling away from the one you care about so much… the intensity is just hard to recover from.
Her hair streams down her head, light from the moon glinting off each strand that I can see individually… a thousand little pieces of her beauty radiating out from her.
“Come on,” she says. “Someone let me have the keys to this great pool. We can sneak in.”
She holds up the keys that jingle and glint in the moonlight. There’s a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“So we’re pretending that we’re breaking into the pool?” I say, my lips curling up into a smile.
I see the twinkle in her eyes and she winks at me.
“Yeah,” I say. “Let’s break in. Hopefully the security guard won’t catch us.”
This is like a game we’re playing, and it’s a fun and hot one.
Giggling and whispering at each other, we get out of the car into the cold and she huddles against my body for warmth. We can’t stop giggling as we rush over to the building, ducking down as if we’re trying to hide from a security guard.
This is just the sort of thing we could have done for real if we’d both gone to the same college, or if we’d really gone out after that one night. We could have had all sorts of fun as young twenty somethings. Now we’re a little older. We’re still young, but no amount of pretending and role playing is going to change the reality that we’re both adults now with our own responsibilities. I’m a professional athlete, and in a day I’ve got to get back to the team, back to training, back to running for my life and for my money on the hard fake turf field with huge guys barreling toward me, trying to crush me into mush. She’s got a business to run… and a daughter… a daughter. I wonder whose it is? Was she seeing someone after me? How old is her daughter?
“I got it!” says Chloe, her voice an excited and hushed whisper. “The key worked!”
This little fantasy of ours snaps me out of my circling thoughts, and I grab her ass and pull her towards me and kiss her deeply.
She pulls away from me and rushes into the building. The lights are off, and I can smell the chlorine scent of the pool. It doesn’t smell like a harsh chemical, but instead like a thousand summers of missed youth… the sun barreling down…
“Catch me if you can,” cries out Chloe.
In the dark, her voice is exactly as it was that night near Thanksgiving so many years ago. It’s as if the years haven’t passed, as if nothing ever changed, as if her dad never died, and as if…
Chloe
I’ve become so used to seeing this as a place of business, that it’s incredibly fun to pretend to “break in” here during the nighttime.
And at my side, giggling along with me, is Dan… Dan, my one night stand sweetheart that I didn’t have the courage to confront my feelings for… Dan, the father of my daughter.
He doesn’t know, but that’s not on my mind right now. There are more important things…
The air is thick and steamy. The heaters in the pool must have been left on overnight. Normally, I’d be worried about how that will affect my electricity bills. But right now, bills are the last thing on my mind. All the worries are gone, and it feels like they’re never going to come back. I feel free and joyous, giddy and excited.
And not to mention turned on.
Incredibly turned on.
I’m intensely aware of Dan’s powerful body next to mine, his heavy breathing, and his rock hard cock that I can’t help but brush my hands up against.
The air is thick and warm, the smell of chlorine somehow seeming sweet rather than its normal chemical reek that I always despise. The place is full of memories that never existed, but it already feels nostalgic. The lights are off and the pool is warm and inviting.
“Come on,” I say. “Let’s go in. I didn’t bring my swimsuit, though…”
“That shouldn’t be a problem, should it?” says Dan, grinning at me.
; He pulls his shirt off his head, revealing his muscled torso. It’s been years since I’ve seen him without his shirt off, and he’s grown. He’s even more muscular now than before. He’s simply bigger, more massive, more powerful. He’s a fully muscled man, his body hardened from countless workouts, but they’re not just glamour muscles. These are real muscles that do real work. Both on the football field and off. I know from reading about his training program online that he works out both in the gym and also in other more creative ways, like chopping wood, dragging piles of wood, flipping old tires, those sorts of really manly things that people used to do out of necessity, before fancy gyms with weights and clean walls. As a physical therapist, I know that this actually has a lot of merit to it, no matter how strange the idea seems.
But I can’t think about this now, because I’m so turned on… His torso seems to shimmer in the humidity. His shoulder muscles are massive and chiseled. His abs are at least a six pack, if not more, but I don’t have time to count them, those beautiful little indents that line his stomach.
He approaches me, and before he gets to me, I pull him towards me.
His strong arms reach around me and he places his big rough hands on my back.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” I whisper at him.
“Me too,” he says.
I don’t ask him why he never contacted me. No, this isn’t the time. If I want this to work out, I’ll have to bring that up later. Much later.
I adjust the straps of my dress, pushing them down my shoulders, and I let my dress fall down to my feet where it piles up.
“That’s more like it,” says Dan, gazing down at me appreciatively. “I never forgot how beautiful you are naked.”
“Same goes for me,” I say. And it’s true. I can’t think of how many times I fantasized about him, about his naked body on top of me, his thick cock penetrating me over and over again.
“Let’s go for a swim,” I say.
“Let’s wait until after,” says Dan, kissing me again.
We’re on the deck to the pool, which is completely dry.
The moonlight is coming in through the windows and reflecting in the pool. I never thought I’d say it, but he indoor pool looks beautiful, simply romantic and heavenly.
There’s a cot that doubles as a massage table over to the side that I’ve never used much.
“Come here,” I say to Dan, pulling him along towards the cot.
It feels strange to be doing this in such a big room, a room that would usually be filled with people, provided I had a thriving practice, or if the pool was used as a community pool.
But we’re the only ones here, completely alone in the moonlight, near the warm water that heats the air around us.
We’re making out heavily, and my hands reach into his boxers for his cock, which is a slab of rock hard flesh, just waiting to penetrate me. I wrap my small hand around it and tug ever so lightly, pulling my fist from the base of his cock towards the massive head. I add a little more pressure, tightening my grip ever so slightly. I can hear Dan’s breathing change as he becomes more breathless.
Dan’s hands are on my breasts, with a light touch. It feels so good that I almost become breathless instantly, my eyes instinctively closing and my head tilting up towards the ceiling, exposing my long neck to him.
He seizes the opportunity and kisses me gently on my neck. Now he kisses my earlobe, and runs his tongue down along my neck. I can feel his hot and rapid breath on my neck.
I’m not shivering at all because of how warm the air is. It feels sultry, as if we’re on a tropical beach somewhere far, far away, rather than in ice cold Pennsylvania, where the winds blow and the sky has been grey for a week, if not a month.
With deft fingers behind my back, Dan unhooks my bra in a single motion, and it falls away from me.
His hands work along my naked breasts, tracing them, outlining them, cupping them, and massaging them.
He lowers his head, bringing it to my breasts, and takes my left nipple between his lips.
I moan involuntarily, and he kisses my neck again, bringing his chiseled face up from my breasts. His hands remain cupped under my breasts.
I’m almost naked, but the air is warm with hot humidity from the pool.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” says Dan, his voice barely above a growl. “I need to have you.”
“I need you too, Dan,” I say, breathless. There are so many things I want to tell him. I want to tell him that he’s my daughter’s father, that I wanted to contact him for so long. I want to tell him how scared I was, how much that night meant to me. I want to tell him how hard it’s been for me, and how much I need a man in my life, not just any man, but him, Dan, the father of my daughter.
Dan’s hands are around my hips and he picks me up with ease and places me on the cot, which is cushioned well. I nod at him, and we look each other directly in our eyes. His pupils are wide, and I can see the lust he has for me deep in his eyes.
His strong hands are on my legs, running up and down them. I still have my panties on.
Dan pushes my legs apart gently. I can feel his muscles working.
Now, he puts his fingers underneath the band of my panties, and pulls them down so that they’re below my hips.
Dan growls, realizing he’s made a slight error, and pushes my knees back together, so that he can pull my panties all the way off, all the way down to my ankles, and then off. Now I’m completely naked.
Dan kicks his boxers off completely, and I see his massive cock jutting out towards me, thick and throbbing. I’d forgotten how solid it was, how incredibly massive it is, how big and bulging the head is.
He leans down and licks me along my inner thighs, running his tongue all the way up.
His tongue connects with me and licks me gently, ever so gently, but his tongue is rough and I’m aware of every single inch of it, of this intimate part of him. There’s nothing as intimate as having a man lick you so gently…
I gasp in pleasure as he continues to lick me. Soon, the waves of pleasure are coursing through me. He’s using his tongue in a way that I remember, but he’s refined his technique. He’s more of a man now, and he’s better, more skilled, and more sure of himself, if that’s even possible.
“Oh, Dan,” I say, moaning, my head tilting back, my eyes closing. I put my hands on his head, running them through his hair, as I pull his head farther down into me. His tongue keeps working away, and soon I’m approaching orgasm.
It bursts through me like sunshine, like happiness coursing through my body, filling my chest, my solar plexus, running all the way down to the tips of my toes and up to the top of my head.
I’m still gasping but I manage to say, “I need your cock, Dan.”
“I need you,” growls Dan.
Still standing, with me still sitting, Dan spreads my legs even further with his hands, holding them up into the air.
His cock is pointed at me and he approaches me slowly. Gingerly, he easily drags me on my butt towards the very edge of the cot so that my pussy is only an inch away from his throbbing cock.
The head of his cock comes into contact with me, and I moan just from this very slight contact.
“You on the pill?” says Dan.
I shake my head. I haven’t been with anyone in so long there’s no need for me to be on the pill.
“Just in case,” says Dan, reaching down and taking a condom from his pants pocket.
“You came prepared,” I say, my voice heavy with the sounds of my breathing.
Dan winks at me and the condom is undone in a flash and on his cock.
“It looks hot in a condom,” I say.
And it’s true. His cock can’t be diminished at all in its hotness, whether or not you put a rubber on it, or, more accurately, a thin piece of latex.
The last time we were together flashes through my mind. The condom broke… didn’t it? That’s why I have Scout now, the joy of my life. I’m glad the condom broke. I’ve nev
er been more glad about anything in my life.
Dan’s eyes don’t leave mine as he plunges his cock slowly into me.
It goes in deep and slow. I gasp as I swallow up the whole girthy length of his immense cock. The base is thick and it comes in, all the way to the point where nothing more can come in, nothing at all…
“You feel so good inside me,” I say, gasping for breath.
“I love being inside you,” growls Dan.
He’s completely on his first slow stroke now. He fucks me slowly, in the standing up position, his hands on my legs.
“I want you on top of me,” I say. “I want to feel your body close to mine.”
Dan pulls out his cock and I instantly long for it again, long for it inside me. I’ve never been so hungry for anything in my life, never been so completely desiring of anything. It’s all I can think about.
I lie back on the cot, which is surprisingly soft and comfortable. I lay my legs out flat.
Dan gets onto the cot, which makes a sound with his massive football player muscular weight.
He’s on top of me, pressing his torso down onto me. His skin is warm to the touch, and feels wonderful against me, against my breasts, my stomach.
His hands are around my face, cupping it, and he kisses me, a long and delicious kiss.
Dan’s cock plunges into me once again. He’s pumping into me now, a little bit faster, and I’m moaning with the pleasure.
The lights are still off, but with the moonlight, I can see his face, and I can see him gazing into my eyes. His hands are around me, on my breasts, and on the cot, bracing himself, as he begins to fuck me faster and faster.
I’m moaning with the pleasure. He fills me up completely. It’s been so, so long since I’ve had sex, and I’ve certainly never had sex like this before. Nothing has ever compared to the pleasure I’m feeling.
I can’t believe that it’s Dan, Dan inside me again, his massive cock filling me up. I can barely believe that he wants me, that he longs so much for me, that he desires me so much he wants to sink his cock deep into me.
“You feel so good, baby,” growls Dan, as he swings his hips and stabs me again with his massive cock.
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