Erotic story – “An old flame”

Are you ready for a sexy story? Then sit back and relax! In this erotic story, two ex-lovers meet again in a café after 10 years. The sexual tension they felt all those years ago turns out to be as strong as ever…

An old flame

It was Saturday night. I was standing facing the entrance of the café, chatting with a friend, when suddenly, I saw him walk in. A shiver went through my body. It had been 10 years since we had an intense, fun summer together. I recognised him immediately. My body clearly reacted to his presence. The attraction hadn’t changed after all this time! He didn’t see me and greeted his friends. I broke off the conversation I was having and walked straight up to him without hesitation. He saw me walking towards him, looked at me from head to toe, and a smile appeared on his gorgeous, full lips.

“It’s great to see you! How are you?” We got to talking about our lives and how we’d been over the past 10 years. He was single, and I was in an unhappy relationship. I told him that I’d been thinking about him regularly over the years. Afterwards, it turned out that he’d interpreted this as flirtation! We danced together, talked, and then flirted some more, and after a while, I walked back to my friend. Still, I kept looking for him the rest of the evening, and we were constantly making eye contact. I thought about our time together. About how his body felt and how incredible the sex was. I sensed that his body immediately turned me on, something I rarely felt in my current relationship.

“I thought about our time together. About how his body felt and how incredible the sex was. I sensed that his body immediately turned me on.”

At the end of the evening, we saw each other again near the exit, and he walked me to my car. In the dark car park, he pulled me close to him and whispered how he’d been longing for me all evening. My legs trembled. How could I be so attracted to someone so quickly? Surely this wasn’t possible… He held me tightly and kissed me with his full, soft lips. I simply stopped thinking and surrendered. His hand slipped under my shirt, and he massaged my breast. I moaned softly as our tongues alternated between rough and soft movements.
“Oh, what are you doing to me, I can’t do this!”
We reluctantly said our goodbyes. On my way home, I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. In the days that followed, we kept in touch daily – from casual talking to sexting about what we’d do to each other if we saw each other again.

“His hand slipped under my shirt, and he massaged my breast.”

It happened the following week. We were going to have dinner at his place. Of course, I had put on my sexiest lingerie. I rang the bell and tensely waited for him to open the door. He let me in and asked if I wanted a drink. Well, I only wanted one thing: I wanted him. I wanted his hands on me, I wanted to feel his body against me, I wanted to tear off his clothes. When he came back with the drink, I took it from his hands and started kissing him. He immediately reacted by grabbing me, and he pressed me against the wall. He eagerly stroked my breasts and bum while he panted and whispered in my ear.
“I want you so much, you’re so hot…” His hand went down my trousers, and even with my thong on, he could feel how wet I was.
“Your pussy is so wet! I want you, I want you!” He pulled my shirt over my head, and I quickly took off my trousers. He turned me around so that I was facing the wall. He spread my legs, and his fingers slid over my thong. He deftly slipped it aside and his fingers immediately slid deep into my wet pussy. I moaned and he said, “I want to taste you. I’m going to lick your delicious pussy until you cum so hard.”
His confidence was so sexy and before I knew it, he was on his knees, spreading my bum and licking my clit gently with long strokes. He went faster and faster while he entered me firmly with his tongue. My breathing became deeper and deeper. I could barely stand on my legs, and very slowly, I could feel an intense orgasm setting in. It was so strong and deep that it made me dizzy. He stood up, I turned around and we continued kissing passionately. I tasted the taste of my own horniness. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs tightly around him.

“His confidence was so sexy, and before I knew it he was on his knees, spreading my bum and licking my clit gently with long strokes.”

His cock had become rock hard by now. As he sat down on the sofa with me on his lap, I moved over his hard-on. He moaned in my ear how much he wanted to be inside me.
“Do you want to feel my hard cock in your nice wet pussy?” he asked. I responded by quickly taking off all the clothes we still had on, and I sat back down on his lap. He grabbed my breasts hard and licked my nipple. I grabbed his cock and let his glans slide along my soaking wet labia. He begged me to let him in, but I teased him just a little more. Then I lowered myself in one firm movement, and his deliciously hard dick slid deep inside of me. Now I wanted more. I wanted him to fuck me hard, I wanted to feel him move inside me. As deep as he could go. He grabbed me by my bum and pushed me up a little. Then he started to thrust hard. He moaned loudly and I loved to see him enjoying himself. It turned me on to see the horniness on his face. I felt him get even harder inside me just before he came. I got off his lap and gently took his cock in my mouth. I licked him completely clean, and as I did so, he got hard again.

“Mmmm, I can’t get enough of you, I want you again…”