Remember…?

Per your request, Mr. P… as promised.

“You and I are going to have a discreet affair,”

Michael whispered into the ear he was nibbling.  He gave it a quick flick of his tongue before pulling away and looking into her eyes.   He had her pinned against her car, trying to convince her to not leave just yet.

“No Michael, we are not,” she stubbornly protested, although never leaving his embrace.

He gyrated his massive cock into her groin. “Feel this? Do you remember?”

“I do remember, Michael.”

“Hung like a farm animal, Walter used to say.” Michael laughed at the sudden memory of his friend’s ancient comment.

He drew her close; grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking it back so her neck was open and exposed to him.

No protest was uttered … the only sound was the sharp intake of a ragged breath.  An aroused breath.  A submissive breath that whispered take me.

He bit and suckled her neck until she pushed away. “No, Michael… this is… wrong.”

“Well, let’s go to church, why don’t we?” The sarcasm dripped off his tongue like icicles from a roof as he released his grip, taking a half step back.

“C’mon, Michael… what are you doing?”

“You are so beautiful.”

“Thank you, but….”

He already had his hand back in her hair, restraining her, so he could once again feast on her neck.  Her sweet spot… the spot that made everything else melt away.  The… I’m putty in your hands…  spot.   Michael knew, he remembered.

For they were linked, these two…. Forever and ever.  Amen.

“Feel this… it’s up to my belly for you.”  He pulled the waist of his jeans away from his body so she could look at him in all his glory.  “And that’s not even hard all the way,” he boasted.

“Yes, Michael, I remember.”

“Feel it.”

And she did.  She felt it’s smooth soft skin over the hardness of his half erection.  She felt it … and wanted it… she wanted it in her mouth… she wanted it in her body… she wanted him inside of her.

“Michael, I have to leave.”

“No, baby girl… don’t go.”  He started nibbling her neck… he knew it would weaken her.  He whispered in her ear all the things he would do to her, enticing her, arousing her, making her want to stay with him.

“I’ll place you gently on the bed and undress you, you don’t have to do a thing, just lay there.  I’ll kiss your lips… your neck.  My hands will roam down your body, softly caressing your skin.  You’ll get goose bumps from my touch.  I’ll kiss down your chest, to your breasts and lick circles around your nipple… small, slow circles around and around, then I’ll pull you into my mouth and softly suck until you beg me for more.”

Her breathing became increasingly deeper with the lulling voice of his fantasy being whispered into her ear.  She felt his seduction… felt it diluting her morals.

“I’ll release your nipple and kiss across your waist and down your belly, my hands will be on your hips, pulling you upwards, towards my mouth. And I’ll kiss you right … there…”

Michael punctuated his words with a flick of his finger on her clit.  Even through the heavy fabric of her jeans, she could feel the electricity of his touch.  She relaxed into his body, letting him kiss and hold her.

She desired this attention, needed it… craved it.  But, then the gravity of the situation fell upon her and she pulled herself out of Michael’s arms… thrusting her hands into her hair and pulling hard, she shook herself back to reality.

“What the fuck is going on?” she nearly screamed out in agony.

Michael was stunned.

She got into her car, wanting to leave him in the parking lot of the restaurant where they met.  But he hung on… wanting… lusting… pleading for release from the strain his cock was putting in his pants.

And still … she drove away.

She needed to get home… this was crazy.  How did this even happen?  She was weak.  She’d been at full arousal for days and the attention Michael lavished on her was overwhelming.

Thank goodness she lived close by.  She was home in a few minutes and after parking her car, she went directly up to her bedroom and stripped naked.

Her nipples were still hard from the stimulation Michael invoked by his neck biting.

She reached up and touched her neck gingerly, it felt sore but she liked the feeling, the provocation of the ache.

She wrapped her hand around her throat, feeling the skin beneath her fingertips.   Closing her eyes and remembering his touch, she ran her index finger and thumb back and forth just below her jaw line, then down to her sweet spot, in the hollow between her neck and her collar-bone… the spot Michael had feasted on… the spot Michael remembered.

She reached down to her breasts and pulled on the tiny pebbles her nipples had become, rolling them between her thumb and fingers. The pleasure/pain she evoked in this erogenous zone traveled immediately down to another, down to the growing need in her groin.

Lying back on the bed, she brought her right hand to her mouth.  She licked her fingers and reached down between her legs, pressing them to her clit.  Rubbing in circles, she envisioned Michael between her thighs and she grew wet with desire.

Parting the swollen, tender lips of her core, she slipped her fingers easily inside and started stroking herself, moaning with pleasure at the invasion.  Her hips bucked into her hand, gyrating against her fingers, while she continued to twist and pull at her nipple.

Specters of Michael swirled through her head… the hardness of his erection pressing longingly into her hips, his tongue wrapping around hers wanting and needing, his masterful embrace corralling her with no escape.

Her frantic fingers worked themselves without thought – disjointed appendages releasing emotions long-buried beneath layers of life.   The yearning in her body ascended… building… rising… surging to climax.

A current of passion raged through her and a tidal wave of liberation came crashing upon her unleashing recollections of the past and she cried out with the significance of them.

She lay exhausted on her bed, fingers covered with her slickness and remembered.  She remembered the tenderness with which Michael had once taken care of her.   She remembered the love… the hate…  the good and the bad.

As she lay there, she remembered it all and regretted that she had abandoned him in the parking lot.

Then she brought her fingers up to her mouth and she tasted… she lapped up her own juices and she perceived bitter and sweet, spice and sugar.  She tasted what was once their relationship.

Swimming within these memories, she was dismayed when the intrusion of the doorbell reeled her back from them.  She found her robe and quickly descended the stairs.  Her heart bounded with joy as she looked through the glass and saw Michael standing on the other side of the door. She pulled it open and crashed into his arms.

Laughing as he stumbled backwards from her assault, he crooned, “Hey, baby girl, I was hoping you would want to spend HAPPY HOUR with me.”

Rendezvous

1 1/2 ounces Gin

1/2 ounce Kirschwasser

1/2 ounce Campari

Add ingredients to a cocktail shaker filled with ice.  Shake.  Strain into chilled martini glass. Garnish with a lemon twist.

Enjoy!