Sarah Redux - Part Two - Sex Stories

Sarah Redux - Part Two

Sarah’s phone call was quite a surprise. I had not seen her in over four years. We met in the park across the street from my condo and spent the afternoon lying in the sun, talking and catching up on each other’s lives. She was the same Sarah that I had known, with a few changes. She was more refined; grown up; chic; her hair was longer and styled; she was thinner, but in shape, with muscular shoulders, arms and legs; and, she wore makeup and dark red nail polish. She had developed into a young, attractive, fashionable business woman. There was another difference as well. “I’ve changed, Michael. I’m a little more celibate than you may recall. I’m not that wild girl that you had sex with all the time.” “Changed?” I asked. Sarah, it seemed, had limited sex while in Europe, and almost no sex when back in the U.S., concentrating her efforts instead on her design and art work, and her career. I invited her up to my condo, but she declined, indicating that she had another commitment. We parted company in the late afternoon, with a promise to see each other again soon. I went back to my condo, amazed at how beautiful and worldly Sarah had become; disappointed that she had chosen a more celibate life-style. The very next day, Sarah showed up at my door. “I didn’t have plans last night. It was an excuse. I was afraid to come up here and be alone with you. I knew you would want sex. And, I knew that I would say yes.” I was surprised, confused, but happy to see her again. Nothing more ...

... was said. Sensing that I was a bit addled, Sarah took my hand and led me to the couch where we sat down. As she had done so many times before, Sarah turned her back to me, looked over her shoulder, and with a slight, inviting smile, asked for a back rub. Clothes were removed. We moved from the couch to my bed. Sarah straddled me and slid her wet pussy down over my cock until I was fully in her. She came within a few minutes. I followed with an explosion of my seed inside her love hole. It was still early in the afternoon. I quickly searched for, and found the big manila envelope that contained many of the pictures Sarah had taken years before. Some of the pictures were of me; many were of her; and some were of others with whom we had shared her bed. We lay on top of the bed covers, snuggling against each other, looking at the photos, and reliving how this young college girl had taken a sexually inexperienced older guy, taught him so much about being with a woman, and gave him experiences that he would remember the rest of his life. Sarah held my very limp cock in her hand, and as we talked and looked at the pictures, she squeezed it, stroked it and rubbed her thumb over the sensitive head, spreading pre-cum all around my shaft. It wasn’t until I felt a spasm of pleasure run from the end of my cock to my balls that I realized that I was fully hard again and being stroked by Sarah with two hands. After a few minutes of tweaking and pinching Sarah’s nipples, running my fingers ...