Crush

After 12 years, the one guy from high school who could make me wet with just one look remembers who I am. Back then, I was shy and trying to keep up with the big girls. Once at a party, I remember him touching me and showing interest, but I didn’t believe him. He could have had any girl in the school, why would he want me.

At that party, I remember him kissing me and I could feel my entire body explode. His tongue traced the outline of my lips and then delved deep into the back of my throat. I lost my breath several times. My heart was racing and I felt like I was watching the whole thing from the outside. He caressed my breasts, drawing one nipple into his mouth at a time. I just knew this was a game. Someone was going to come into that room any second and start laughing at me. I was truly inexperienced and wasn’t sure what to do next. It couldn’t be real!

But it was real and he remembers me. I was cute in high school, but not like the other girls. Girls with great bodies, who could make a man’s heart stop beating with the slightest smile.

I was kind of nervous when I called him. I didn’t know what to expect. At first I wasn’t going to call, but I am a changed woman now. Not shy at all like I use to be. I have accepted myself as a sexual being and I intend to explore my sexuality. After all, it is natural, right? (smile)

With a stroke of good fortune, I was flying into town on business and would be able to meet with him. We arranged to meet in the lobby of my hotel. I was staying at the St. Regis Hotel which wasn’t far from his place of employment. The closer the clock ticked toward 6 p.m., the crazier the thoughts I were having became. What if he didn’t show up? What if he was still playing games? What if I was too fat? I did pick up a couple of pounds in 12 years. The seconds ticked by and I was anxious and nervous, scared and excited.

“Knock, Knock, Knock”

Walking over to the door of my hotel suite, I had no idea of who this could be. It was him, 30 minutes early. My heart dropped six stories to the lobby. He was dressed casually cool in a blue polo shirt, a pair of his favorite Girbaud Jeans and our favorite baseball teams, baseball cap. Damn, he is still fine.

I quickly regained my composure and opened the door with all of the energy and confidence I could gather.

“Come on in,” was all I could say.

He gave me the once over and flashed that charming smile of his before grabbing me around the waist and pulling me into a strong embrace. It was over! I knew right then that we were not leaving that room. Dinner will have to come by room service. He released his physical hold of me but his sexual hold continued to wrap me up in a whirlwind of desire.

He walked over to the table and chairs that were placed in one corner of the massive room. The suite of the St. Regis was very impressive and spacious. I’m just glad he didn’t sit on the bed; my mind was already running rampant with erotic thoughts. I closed the door and walked toward him, I decided I would let my alter-ego out, especially since I had dreamed of him for years. Better late than never was my motto, at least for tonight.

We started out with some small talk. I didn’t want to scare him away with all of the freaky things I was thinking. The small talk and awkward silent moments was getting lackluster, it was time for me to let the alter-ego out to play. I began asking him questions about my body.

“I was thinking of having a breast reduction, what do you think?” Grabbing my breasts and playing with them to emphasize their size. He began looking uncomfortable and I was afraid he wasn’t going to take the bait. Until he said, “I’m not sure, let me take a look.” It was on!

I pulled my straps down over my shoulders very slowly, watching his eyes zero in on my size double D cup breast. His eyes were contemplating what to do next. He walked over to where I was standing, just in front of the king sized bed, and gently stroked my nipples between his finger and thumb. His touch was enigmatic and I let a soft moan escaped from my lips. Before I knew it his lips attacked mine and my mind went swirling. His lips were soft and he began a mating dance of our tongues. It was sensual and yet primitive. I began pulling at his belt; the energy of our essence was driving me wild. He did not disappointment me as he slid my dress down my rounded hips and over my voluminous butt. My feminine heat began rising as I stroked his manhood right out of his Girbaud's.

Completely nude, I sat down on the bed and grabbed his thighs, pulling him closer to me. I wasn’t sure about what I was going to do, but I decided to go for the gusto and sealed my mouth around his shaft. I knew I was doing something right when he whispered a few expletives. I let my tongue danced a slow tango around him, sucking and blowing over and over again. I was sucking him hard, like a McDonald’s milkshake. He was about to burst and I wouldn’t let him; I wanted him inside of me. I stretched back across the bed giving him a full view of everything that was woman about me.

Swiftly, both of my legs were over his shoulders and the sensation of his tongue slightly grazing over my clitoris caused my body to quiver in erotic pleasure. “I waited 12 years for this,” that was all I could think about as he continued his torment of using his tongue to explore my inner femininity. The longing for this man caused me to cum several times back to back and just as I was to begin yet another round he inserted himself deeply into me.

“Oh! Damn!” the only words that would form from my voice. He was perfectly sized. Not too big, not too small, and he worked me in and out, side to side. I was afraid to tell him exactly how I wanted it until he asked.

“How do you like it?”

“I like it hard! Real hard!”

He began thrusting into me with an animalistic fervor and passion, hitting my “G-spot” every time. My body began to shiver uncontrollably as my climax was beginning. He could see the end in my eyes as I squeezed my pussy tight around him. The force drove us both to ecstasy.
We lay at the edge of the bed for several minutes, neither of us speaking. He turned over and gazed into my eyes, “You made me wait 12 years. And it was well worth every day of the year. But, I don’t think I can wait another 12 years. You ever think of moving back home?”

How I wish we acted on these feeling 12 years ago.