Renewed Old Flame with a Twist - Sex Stories

Renewed Old Flame with a Twist

... about those college years when we worked at the campus bar. Memories of how she would walk into the small managers office, looking confident and determined. I could always feel her gaze, curious and intrigued, as she would slowly undo my slacks and pull my monster out. She would sit down on the floor in front of me, her eyes still fixed on me. I couldn't help but smirk, knowing the effect I had on her. She was mesmerized by my size. I would lean in closer, lift her shirt up and pull her large breast out, my voice low and seductive, "Like what you see?" She would nod, unable to form any words because her mouth was by now sucking the tip of my head. As she continued to suck and lick, I would feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. She would sense it too and increased her pace, her mouth working harder and faster. I could feel the pressure building, and then I would explode all over her mouth face and tits. She would clean up, compose herself and ask:

-- "see you this weekend? if you are working?"

I knew I had her under my spell and she had me under hers. I forget how I learned about KY lube, but I began carrying a tube. Kind of how some guys carry a condom in their wallet.

Weekends after hours were about drinking, getting drunk, getting rid of everyone that stayed behind to have a couple of drinks, everyone but Elaine, more drinking, and then getting naked for sex. On the bar counter, the kitchen, the waiting area couch. Sex was simple, yet an exhilarating ...

... experience. We would undress, always watching her eyes widen in awe as she took in the sight of my erect dick, and I could see the desire in her eyes as she stared at it. She would get comfortable and spread her legs for me. I would approach her and press my hard dick against her. Foreplay was not a word in our vocabulary. It was a battle between pleasure and pain, as I fought to push myself inside her. I could see the pleasure on her face, mixed with a hint of discomfort. The resistance was there, even after using lube. But there was always a pleasure release the moment my cock would slide into her tight wet pussy. it was like an explosion of ecstasy. I could feel her muscles clenching and her body tremble as I penetrated her. Then all I remember is getting dressed, and I would walk her.... More like stumble to her dorm, then I would go back and crash for the night in the bar rather than drive home drunk.

One day I was curious and texted to ask if she had any regrets in life.

- "Sure, we all do. I regret drinking so much that I hardly remember those nights we were together 😂😂😂😂😂.

Was her reply. Not really what I was kind of digging for, but I followed with

- How about the night I stayed overnight in your dorm?

- "OMG, I didn't walk right for days after that day?"

I was rock hard again.

I remember that day clearly. I had walked her home like always but that night her roommate left for the weekend. She invited me in to stay. I woke up the next morning, ...