Cherished Memories inlcuding Fantasy Come Alive
It's been close to three years since I last saw or spoke to Janie in person. Sure, we've had numerous online chats, but since she moved north, I've only managed to see her during work trips. It's been almost six years since we formed a strong bond in the midst of some tough times in our lives.
Janie had been hurt badly by her former boyfriend, who played games with her emotions during a callous breakup. Meanwhile, I was dealing with challenges at work due to a controversial romantic entanglement with a colleague. So during those dark times, Janie and I became close friends, spending many evenings drinking, dancing, and even flirting. However, we never went further than that.
When Janie had the opportunity to start afresh in a different city, we wished each other well, reminiscing about the "what ifs" and the possibilities of our friendship. There had undeniably been a spark between us, and there had been a few occasions where we almost crossed the line into something physical. However, discretion usually won out, leaving us with the occasional frustration to deal with.
When Janie called me one day, I was more than thrilled to answer. It had been too long since we last connected. She mentioned that she was speaking with a new man named Bevan, and they were getting along just fine. She revealed that Bevan had asked about our history. She had told him about how we had met, about how we had enjoyed each other's company, but they had never actually crossed the line. However, that one night had been particularly memorable. Curious, she asked me to help her refresh her memory of that night.
Thinking of that night, my thoughts immediately turned to the overwhelming sexual tension between us. My body reacted involuntarily, and I had to pause our conversation momentarily to deal with the physical repercussions.
Janie took the lead. "That one night was intense. We had had a terrible night, with your housemate Katerine treating us both unkindly. I decided not to go out, but you insisted. We drank, we danced, the atmosphere was electric. I felt myself getting closer to you, feeling the heat from your body as you held me tight. I could swear I felt you almost bursting at the seams as we danced, clutching me tightly with both hands. I saw you trying to hide your excitement, blushing from my smile, and you started pounding against me again. Suddenly, you let go."
My breath caught, my heart pounded. The memory was as vivid as it was fresh, and my desire was only growing stronger.
"Then came the aftermath. I watched through a crack in the door as you lay shirtless in your room, and you stroked yourself vigorously. I felt my heart race as I saw you breathing heavily, the passion and the sexuality oozing out through your skin. I felt my desire for you deepen, and in my innocence and drunken state, I just had to watch. I'm sorry I invaded your privacy like that, but I hope you can understand."
I understood fully. Our dialogue became intimate and sexual, as we recounted the night in great detail, each increasing our anticipation. It was a reminder of the intensity of our connection that one night, which had laid the foundation of our friendship.
It had been a long time since I had witnessed something so explicit, but I couldn't deny that I had enjoyed it. I was grateful for her candor, and I could sense how much she had enjoyed her memory as well. In fact, my own arousal grew stronger with each word.
It was a night I never quite shook off, no matter how many times I tried. The sudden invasion of privacy felt like an invasion of my subconscious, awakening the dormant hunger for her. The imagery was vivid - I could visualize her peeking through the keyhole, enjoying the sight of me caressing my body, driving me closer and closer to climax. All the embers of lust were suddenly stoked, and I could tell she was as aroused as I was.
"So, that night was incredible," she said, with a hunger in her voice. "I managed to set the record truly straight for this new guy in my life - it honestly was a beautiful night. Thank you, man."
"You didn't have to apologize," I told her. "I might need to touch myself right now."
Without saying any more, we ended our call. The unfulfilled desire hung in the air between us. The memory of that one night naked and wanting, no longer a secret, but something treasured.
Initially, I wasn't furious. I acknowledged how grateful I was for the heads up and eagerly anticipated seeing her in a couple of weeks. After hanging up, I let go of another substantial release—this time without repressing her name. It was too late to take any action.
As time progressed, we spoke a few more times and rekindled our connection. There were no hidden truths left between us, and we realized that we genuinely cared about each other back in the day. Yet, that era had come to an end.
I revealed, "I'd be aroused around you," and she responded, "I'd contain myself because, well, it's you."
I guaranteed, "If you said 'I won't leave the limits of my marriage,' I'd uphold that promise for both of us."
She was explicit, "Yes, I'd say that. But I would indulge in a warm embrace."
I jest, "And if you're against me, I wouldn't ask you to touch me, but I might exhibit how you excite me. Just hold you against me and feel the ridged texture of your jeans. No touch between our skin, just hug each other in a slow, romantic dance."
The laughter ceased. Almost frighteningly serious, she said, "My head tucked into your chest, nearly in tears trying to avoid what I truly wish for in this instance."
I took a deep breath and answered with, "You might sense my erection against you, you're aware of what's rubbing against your jeans, almost at your waistline, touching your belly hidden under your loose shirt."
I could hear her breathing quicken as she responded, "And I gaze up at you, feel your hands ascend my back toward my face and lean down to kiss me, as I stretch, your hard penis brushes my stomach."
At that instant, I couldn't help but continue, "I cup your head tenderly with one hand, the other on your lower back, holding you close. The feel of your skin causes an urge and pre-cum drips onto the soft fabric, trickling into your jeans." Feelings overwhelmed, I hesitated, fearing I'd broken my word.
However, she persisted as I heard her rapid breaths morph into short, rapid pants, "My palm slips from your shoulders to your chest, down my cleavage, lingering over the option. Then, taking your erect penis into my hand and leaving it there, I smear your pre-cum around the tip."
The anticipation escalated. My breaths sped up as well. I couldn't help but respond, "As I sway my hips back and forth, your hands remain motionless, but I slowly move up and down between them. I'm concerned that the promise is broken. I take your hands in mine, put your fingers to your lips so you can taste me and pull you against my body."
That finalized it. The call abruptly ceased. Yet, we spoke again, each conversation becoming more of a daydream. We recognized that was all it could be. Eventually, it was time to embark on my journey to meet her in person. When that day arrived, we together knew that none of our bold thoughts could come to fruition. We were simply old friends reuniting. It would all be fine.
Each time her name popped up on my phone, my heart raced. A quick chat, a deep talk, the adrenaline consistently surged. I visualized her in my mind, felt her as I intensified my grip, how many times I'd cried out from a torrent of passion. I dreamed she could witness, watch each vigorous stroke, knowing I longed for her, intertwined with me, howling in ecstasy.
But now to see her, a real-life woman, not a dream or a fantasy. Real life with its real repercussions said no. Greet her as a loved one, not a lover, and save the fantasy for personal reflection.
We made plans to meet at my hotel where she would drive me to her residence for dinner. Upon arrival, I received a call from the lobby. I told her to come up to my room, I was just finishing my preparations. I'll keep the door ajar.
I touched up my hair, added some aftershave, and emerged from the bathroom, prepared to depart. She's already there! But not eager to leave for dinner at all. Instead, her dress was tossed aside, exposing everything the mind had imagined and more.
My blood rushed, my passion grew, and I impulsively flicked my hand, my hardly concealed penis was out. My goal: let her watch as I wank it for her. Grip, stroke, groan. Remain collected, maintain your principles, and she'll reciprocate, respect the promise as the arousal reached its climax, and then, she'll gaze intently at me. But no further.
Powerful thoughts, strategized but now the body takes command over the will, no recollection of shedding garments, no recognition of advancing. Together we stand, the decision awaits in our minds, now entwined, the decision has been made by our flesh. What decision races towards night.
We jump onto the bed and she straddles me with her back facing, legs around my waist, my rock-hard penis protruding between us as we face one another.
She stares deeply into my eyes, "I'm not concerned about the pledge, it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
"Then I'll leave it up to you."
She embraces me with her arms and one hand slips beneath.
Relaxed and assured, she confidently remarked, "I want you."
My fingers hold her supple bottom. I feel one finger sliding under as two fingers of the other caress her through her denim. Pushing down, I sense them become damp as they touch her.
She lifts her body up, pulls off her jeans, and straddles my rigorous penis, her underwear the only barrier. A finger pushes them aside, and I raise her over me. The head just brushes against her smooth lips. I release my grip, close my eyes, and wonder if she will permit herself to slide down upon me.
With trepidation, I become firmer, yet uncertain if she will grant me entrance to her or will molest me to taunt what was never to be.
She closes her eyes, breathing rapidly, and then opens them again to gaze at the intricacies of my features, and plummets onto me. Coughing as she realizes my invasion, she experiences me invade her...
Everything is intensified, my eyes widen as I sense her soft warmth envelope me. I commence to rock slowly, feeling her model every inch. Then I hoist her hard towards me, jabbing as deep as possible.
She can't help but posture, gripping my shoulders. She moans lustily and begins to ride me. Upright and down, initially just a few inches, then speed and might increase, bouncing forcefully an inch at a time, then more.
My chest collides with hers. Gasping for breath, she groans through gritted teeth "Impale me. If we engage in this, you DESTROY me!"
I rock my hips, thrusting powerfully and deeply into her.
"Ohhhhhh it passed through me!" she screams, bouncing and rocking furiously on my penis. "I can't have you deep enough."
I gaze straight into her eyes, overflowing with excitement I feel a surging close to exploding from me "DEHUMANIZE ME!"
Thrusting down on me, her walls clinch around me. My arms yank her hard down onto me, deep inside her I ejaculate. I allow a primal howl of "YES!"
With a spine-tingling shudder, her body spasms, "Yes! Fill me!."
Several mammoth doses of cum launch inside her, my legs quiver, I moan ecstatically, and pass out on the bed.
Gleefully frantic, she spasms rhythmically, then falls aside me on the bed.
I observe her and state, "I defied my promise, can you forgive me?"
She gazes at me with fierce eyes. "Certainly, now clean up, we'll be late."
I awaken from my trance. That's right, still dinner and socializing to follow. Time to compose myself and plan for the event unfolding. Do we dismiss this now? What's to follow in the future?
Expeditiously dressed, we rush to the car, chatting casually as if nothing has transpired as we exit the hotel. No notion what lies ahead.
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