This Might Be a Mistake - Sex Stories

This Might Be a Mistake

We broke up about a year ago but a friendship is kept alive through the love we share for the pets that are now mine since you travel for work which makes owning pets impossible since your new man can't be trusted to take care of them in your absence.

You made plans to fly back to where your home used to be to visit your parents and our pets. I agreed to pick you up from the airport since your dad was busy and you offered gas money. I was a bit nervous to see you since it had been several months since we had seen each other, but my anxiety vanished when I saw you.

You hugged me and held on tightly as the realization of how much we missed each other dawned on us. Your ample, warm chest squished against mine as the scent of your hair wafted intoxicatingly into my nostrils. I felt a bit guilty for focusing on your breasts as we embraced, but then your fingers slid across the muscles of my back and shoulders in a subtle, yet intentional gesture as your appreciation for my physique sets in. I guess your new man doesn't work out.

The extended hug made the sexual tension between us obvious. I almost kissed you right there at the airport pickup spot, but we broke off the embrace and focused on the luggage. I loaded the larger bag into the trunk while you took care of the carry-on, making sure to bend over at the waist in an exaggerated pose for my benefit.

Old habits die hard; I found my hand instinctively rubbing your lower back and tailbone. You didn't flinch at my ...

... touch at all, which comforted me. You hummed with appreciation as my fingers worked their way into your sore back muscles.

“I miss your strong hands.” You said with a sense of longing as you finished fiddling with your bags and stood up to face me.

“Shall we go?” You said with intrigue as you recognized the look I was giving you.

It was an early morning arrival, so the highway was mostly empty as we drove out of the big city. I enjoyed your company immensely as the flirtation escalated from subtle to obvious. We gave each other hungry, sideways glances as the city lights died down and I could feel your delicate fingers rub my thighs. Once the darkness of the countryside enveloped my car, you got much bolder.

You started shamelessly rubbing my crotch. I could tell that you were eager to feel my stiffening excitement. When I was mostly hard, you moaned, as if you had forgotten the size of my penis until now, it was at that moment I knew I was bigger than your new man. The sound of your moaning made it twitch, which prompted you to slowly unzip my jeans.

“Keep your eyes on the road.” You whispered playfully in my ear as you filled your palm with my warm, hard cock. I moaned softly as you slowly jerked me off.

“I guess this is why my boyfriend was worried about me spending time with you.” You said with a naughty giggle as you rearranged yourself to lean down into my lap.

You moaned greedily on my cock as you satiated a hunger that had been growing for too long. I ...