She couldn’t get him out of her head. She thought about him the minute she woke each day. They continued messaging and calling. She loved talking to him. They met again the next week, same place, same time. And they did lots more than kiss. She laid in the back with him, and took off her shoes.
“Take off your socks.” He looked at her feet. “You have such pretty feet.”
“I always liked your feet.”
She grinned and kissed him again. She had no idea what she was doing or why. She didn’t have the slightest clue how it would turn out. She only knew she wanted him.
The next time they met, he had the whole day free. She picked him up and they drove around looking for a spot. She was so nervous, she could hardly drive. She knew what their intentions were that day, and she wanted to do it, but she was terrified. Despite her fear, she had never wanted a man as badly as she wanted him and so she drove.
They spent the better part of an hour trying to find some place secluded. He kept smiling that panty droppin smile at her and she was hot for him the entire time. He reached over, stroked her hair, her thigh, her neck. He cupped her breast and pinched her nipple. His teasing knew no end. She loved every second of it.
They finally found someplace they could stop. They climbed into the back and wasted no time putting their hands and mouths all over each other. He had her panties off and her dress around her waist as he went down on her. She was already wet from the little bit of foreplay they’d exchanged, but his tongue surprised her in all the right spots and she was on the verge of exploding almost immediately.
“Oh my god.”
“You like that?”
“Yes. Oh my god!”
She came hard and fast. He stuck his fingers inside her and played around in her as she burst. When he pulled his fingers out, he licked them, then stuck them in her mouth.
“You taste so good. See how you good you taste, Baby Girl.”
She sucked on his fingers as her climax began to wane. She had never done that before. He kissed her as he undid his pants. He pulled her dress over head and tossed it away from her body.
“I want all of you.”
She wanted all of him too. She pulled his shirt off eagerly and ran her hands all over his arms and chest as he thrust himself inside her. He filled her completely. Side to side, top to bottom, edge to edge. His dick was a perfect fit for her body.
They made love passionately, slowly. She came two more times before he finally did. She had forgotten the way his body twitched and jerked with aftershocks when he came. But that day, she was transported back twenty something years and remembered every little thing she had ever missed about him.
They laid in each other’s arms and her mind raced with exhilaration. She had never been so reckless in her life. So many things were wrong about what they had just done, but he felt so right to her.
As she drove home later that day, he sent her two things: one was a picture of himself, grinning ear to ear with a caption that said, “I can still smell you on me. You smell so good, Baby Girl.”
The other was a short verse he wrote for her when he got home:
The two of us together,
We can do damage.
Without each other for 20 years,
How did we ever manage?
Love is deep within the heart,
I’m here to tell you, ******
I’m never letting go,
So I’m yours forever! 😘
U got me wanting to write poems not rap…Poetry it is.
His words and his grin scared her, but from then on, she was completely his; come what may.
Image by Steve K Art