As Denise walked around in the antique shop, viewing the interesting wares on display, she was taken to earlier times as she fingered a basin and pitcher set. It reminded her of a similar one she'd seen so many times at her grandmother's house as a young girl.
As her tour of the shop continued, she came upon an old picture of a little girl holding a cane fishing pole. Standing next to her, a little boy exhibiting an intense look on his face, worked to bait the hook with a wiggling worm.
Denise covered her mouth, while giggling lightly; she remembered this same thing happening to her many times as a young girl growing up in Virginia.
Those were such simpler times, she thought as she continued browsing through the shop. By now it was mid afternoon and she decided to head home.
As she stepped to the door, it was pulled open by a gentleman. Their eyes met and she said,
"Thank you."
The guy replied,
"No problem, have a good day."
The face and voice sounded familiar, she took a closer look and said,
"Excuse me,.........Carl? Is that you Carl Norton?"
Looking into her eyes, he replied,
"We'll yes, that is my.............Denise, is that you Denise Taylor?"
They both smiled and stepped closer. Extending their arms to embrace each other, Denise said,
"Wow, where've you been all these years, you look wonderful."
Carl replied,
"Wow is right, I've been here in Gretna for years, where have you been hiding yourself?"
They moved to take a seat on a nearby bench and began a conversation filling each other in on their lives for the last twenty-seven years.
Carl laughed and reminded Denise of how the fellows around the basketball court always called her a tomboy and no one would ask her for a date.
"They would eat those words if they could see you now!" he said with a smile, "You were right there with those jerks, you all missed out!"
Their conversation covered many miles, years, and memories. Finally Carl got up enough nerve to ask,
"So, who's the lucky guy? I see you're blinding me with your wedding ring!"
Denise started laughing and confessed, "No, it's my 'get back' ring, I'm not married!"
They both broke out in laughter until Carl finally admitted,
"I've been sitting here, glancing at that ring, while glancing at you, wanting to ask you out for a drink."
Tears filled her eyes from her laughter, as she broke out saying,
"Guess it works!"
Once their conversation had cleared the air informing each that they were both dating, Carl got bold enough to say...
"So, what are you doing later?"
The response he received shocked him. Denise blurted out,
"Well, do you mean what or who?"
They both broke out laughing and Carl suggested they go to a jazz bar close to his apartment. Denise grabbed Carl's hand and whispered,
"Listen sweetie, let's just cut the bull and go have drinks and listen to jazz at your place, unless you're....? "
"Unless I'm what?" Carl growled while smiling and hailing a cab.
The ride wasn't very far and soon they were entering the apartment. The next move was straight out of a romance novel. As soon as the door was securely locked and chained, they began kissing, deeply.
Shedding her top and jeans, Denise took a breath and said,
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not easy, but baby, I've waited an eternity for this!"
As she peeled her clothes off, Carl just stepped back and enjoyed seeing her figure slowly being unveiled. She had a trim figure, small breasts, the classic curves, begging to be touched. As she stepped out of her jeans that now lay on the living room floor, Denise stood and asked,
"Shower please?"
Carl snapped out of his trance and led her to the bathroom.
As she stepped out of her thong, Denise stepped into the warm shower and turned to face Carl while asking,
"Do I have to shower alone?"
Shedding his clothing in a flash, she was joined by Carl. As he stepped to embrace this long time wanted friend from his childhood, Carl hugged her body as they kissed again. They lathered each other's body and both took this opportunity to caress and massage each other.
As Denise lathered Carl's cock, she was pleased as it grew in her hand, she smiled and said,
"Please hurry baby, I'm boiling deep inside."
They hurriedly rinsed and toweled each other. Lowering his mouth to kiss, lick, and suck her 34C breasts Denise soon moaned,
"Oh baby, please take me, I want you to eat me baby"
With that, Carl picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, laying her on his bed.
As he gently eased her onto her back, he lowered his head between her tender thighs and faced her pussy. She had a small patch of soft black hair trimmed above her slit. Carl kissed her pubic patch, then kissed her damp slit, causing Denise to jerk in response, and then started licking the puffy slit. Pushing the tip of his tongue into her hot, very wet pussy, Denise
screamed as her pussy was devoured--her clit throbbed just like he'd been her long time lover.
Licking and sucking her clit, he patiently waited for the right time to trigger a mind juggling orgasm. He knew it had arrived when Denise called out,
"Oh shit, Oh shit, Oh shit that's.........."
Carl raised his head just long enough to see Denise with her mouth opened wide, no sound escaping, with her back arched, her head pushing into the mattress.........cumming.
Carl reached into the nightstand drawer beside the bed and whipped out a condom and quickly rolled it onto his stiff cock. He readjusted his position and lowered the tip of his cock to Denise's pussy. He rubbed the tip up and down her slit and finding her opening, he pushed the head of his rock hard cock into her.
As Carl pushed gently forward, he was met by her hand on his thigh, slowing his entry into her very tight pussy.
"Easy baby, easy" Denise moaned, causing Carl to make short jabs into her.
Going just a little deeper each time, holding still, allowing her pussy to adjust to his size, then pull out. Her pussy continued to spasm as he'd push into its wet center. With almost half of his nine inches of hard, throbbing cock wedged into her vise tight pussy, Carl leaned down and gave Denise a passionate kiss. As they kissed, he felt Denise's hand on his ass, pulling him deeper into her.
"Deeper baby, deeper" Denise moaned while spreading her legs wider and pulling Carl's hip.
Carl withdrew all but the very tip of his cock, then in one hard thrust he buried almost his entire length into her, causing Denise to scream
"Oh, it hurts so damn good, fuck me baby!"
He started pumping, thrusting deeper and deeper until his balls lay against her slit, and his cock was deep inside.
Stopping all movement, Denise's pussy gripped his hard rod. As his cock throbbed, her pussy would respond by gripping him tighter. After feeling all the throbbing and gripping, they finally started fucking, thrust for thrust, gyrating, pumping and pumping, moaning and grunting. Classic fucking, almost animalistic it was so intense.
Carl wanted to remain in her pussy forever, it was so good, so wet, so tight! Denise was enjoying being with the one guy she'd wanted for so many years.
When they got in sync with his thrusts, they were entwined in a dance of unleashed passion. She felt his cock seemingly growing inside her, getting thicker, filling her even more as she built towards an orgasm. A hot wave overtook her pussy when she heard Carl grunting and growling, telling her he was cumming,
Everything went out of focus, she heard an unfamiliar sound then realized it was coming from her, a loud moan, as she announced to the walls,
"YES, I'M CUMMING!!!"
At the same time she heard Carl demand,
"Fuck Me Baby, I'm...............!"
They entered an area where all was wrapped up in their orgasms.......... nothing else in the world mattered. Only her, only him, only them!
As Carl's cock slipped from Denise's wet pussy a gasp escaped his lover's mouth. He rolled off her and lay beside her and she started kissing his chest and then his neck, up to his lips then she slipped her tongue into his mouth. They kissed and then she rolled off the bed, going back into the bathroom. She returned with a warm washcloth and a towel. Denise pulled the condom full of cum from Carl's cock.
She washed his cock then dried it with the towel and took the head into her warm mouth. As she nursed his manhood Carl just moaned, it felt so good. He touched her hair as she licked his shaft, then his balls.
As she let his cock drop from her mouth, she lowered her mouth to his ear and whispered,
"This could have happened long ago, if only you would have asked."
They finally got around to putting on some smooth jazz and Carl prepared them a couple of drinks. As she twisted her face from swallowing the rather strong drink, Carl had to laugh at Denise and said,
"Ok, you caught me, I was trying to get you drunk so I can have my way with you."
In response, Denise quickly downed a second drink and made a wicked reply,
"Is that a wish or a promise?"
They both broke out in laughter. Their conversation returned them to a time when they were youthful, sneaking around, doing this and that. Denise asked a surprising question of Carl,
"How you gonna explain chasing the town tomboy down, Mr. All-that?"
She leaned close to him, grabbing his cock and gently squeezing it as she awaited his slow reply,
"Ask me when I'm not quite as drunk and under the influence of your hot body and tight pussy!"
As they continued to reminisce about old times, she gave Carl a light peck on his cheek and said,
"I've got something to tell you, I used to sit on the foot of my bed, upstairs where we lived, and rub my breasts and play with my clit when you were on the basketball court. So many days I wished you'd show me a little interest."
Thinking back, Carl remembered being a big jerk, joining in with the guys.
He asked,
"What can I do to show my sincere apology for being an ass?"
Denise choked on the last of her drink. Holding her glass out for a refill,
she rubbed her pussy and told Carl,
"Yada, yada, yada.......... you're just saying that because (1) no one's around and (2) you would say anything to get some more of this tight pussy! Now fix me another drink, I.......have a treat for you."
In a flash, she heard ice hitting the glass as the drinks were hurriedly made. Denise smiled and waited until he returned with drinks in hand asking,
"Would there be anything else mam?"
To be continued...
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