My name is Daniel. I am 30 years old, and it has been five years now since I left college. For the past year, I have been living with my beautiful and lovely girlfriend.

However, there are still thoughts, feelings, and desires about women from my past. There are women I flirted with when I was still single—women I sexted with when I was still going out to clubs and meeting girls in all the cities I traveled to.

This is the story about Lisa.

Lisa is the smallest, most petite, but also the prettiest woman you can imagine. She is five feet tall with small, beautiful A-cup breasts and a well-rounded ass. In college, she caught my interest because of her looks first, and because of her part-time job as a stewardess, secondly.

You should know, I am 6 foot 3 and in good shape. I work out relatively often and have been blessed with a "big dick," or at least that is what the women I slept with told me. So, when we met through mutual friends, and when I saw her and heard where she worked, my imagination started to go all crazy.

Unfortunately, her job also meant that she was on the road quite often, so we started texting and snapchatting. We would send Snapchats where she would show off her outfits for me, while I was stroking my dick, trying to get her to remove as much of the uniform as possible.

She showed me the high-waist pants that would highlight her ass crack when I told her to show me a picture from behind. There was also the white blouse with the neckband, which, of course, was always buttoned all the way to the top. She would send me pictures of the blouse without wearing a bra, where you could see her hard nipples. And, of course, there was the skirt that always covered her knees.

I tried my best to get a picture of the skirt moved up and her legs spread to catch a glimpse of her pink, petite pussy. But I could never pull that off. Unfortunately, I left college earlier than her for work, and we never got the chance to meet up.

Until three months ago.

I was walking home from work to my new apartment in a new city, where I live with my current girlfriend. Just one block away from the apartment, there she was. Lisa. She stood there in a nice white summer dress with pink flowers on it.

We hugged, and I was surprised by what she was doing here. Turns out that her best friend had moved just three houses away from mine, and from time to time, she visits her.

We had a nice conversation about how her life had been going. It turned out that shortly after I left town, she got into a serious relationship that lasted five years but ended a few months back. She also does not work as a stewardess anymore; she is in marketing now. She said she would love to stay in contact and maybe meet up again. So, we exchanged numbers, and away I went.

Luckily, the next weekend, my girlfriend left town. I could finally use my phone in peace and quiet, so I started texting Lisa. It started off innocent, asking about how the week had been going, but soon the conversation switched to dating and how her being single meant she needed a nice Tinder profile.

I offered my help because I bet she could get a trillion matches online. So, she started sending me her selection of pictures for the profile. Obviously, they were not sexy enough for me, and I teased her to send something more revealing.

It started off with pictures without a bra, where you could see her hard nipples shining through her shirt. This was enough to let my sexual fantasies and desires take over again. I told her that was not enough; she needed to send a picture from behind.

She said she only had one inappropriate picture that she couldn't post, but she sent it to me regardless.

It was a picture from behind at the beach. She wore a small bikini bottom, where you could see her tan lines on her perfectly round ass cheeks and her back. She wasn't wearing a bikini top in that picture. My dick was hard immediately, and I demanded to see more.

Unfortunately, she said she didn't have more revealing pictures because she wouldn't send things like that while in a relationship. She also asked why it was even needed, since I was in a relationship now.

Those were all true statements. I never actually thought about cheating on my girlfriend, so I just referred to the past when answering. I told her about how hot I thought she was and is, how much she turned me on, and how often in the past I had imagined getting together and pounding her with my big, hard cock.

At first, she was a bit shocked, but then she revealed how she hadn't really had a lot of sex in the past year of her relationship. Her boyfriend didn't even lick her or take care of her otherwise.

I was in shock! Here was a small, petite woman with a perfect body, who had not been properly fucked in maybe five years. I wanted to just take her, grab her, lick her out, get her to three orgasms in a row, and destroy her pussy with my big, hard cock. I wanted to make her my little sex puppet.

But I couldn't just cheat on my girlfriend. I am not a cheater.

I told her in general terms how I would spoil my women and what I like to do with them, and she liked everything about it. I told her about my huge cock and how women have to take it slow to get it all in. She was curious. She felt tested, wanting to see if she could fit it all in...

Could I be a cheater? No way.

Luckily, it got too late, and we fell asleep texting.

The next day came, and my girlfriend was still out of town. Around noon, I received a message from Lisa:

"Hey, guess where I am at?"

Turns out she was visiting her girlfriend just a few houses away and asked if I wanted to go out for a walk. We discussed that, besides the texts, I couldn't cheat on my girlfriend and that we would just meet as friends. She was fine with it, and I thought I could control myself... Little did I know.

We met right outside my house. It was a beautiful, sunny afternoon, and she looked stunning. She was wearing one of those tight tops with the entire back exposed, making it obvious there was no room for a bra. She also wore tight jeans that highlighted the round ass I had just seen on my phone the night ago.

We hugged—longer than normal—and decided to grab coffee and go for a walk.

My dick went from hard—imagining taking her jeans off and spreading her legs to finally see and lick her pussy—to soft, thinking about how I love my girlfriend and could never cheat on her. Time flew by, the conversations stayed decent, and soon it was time to say goodbye in front of her friend's house.

We hugged, and I turned around to walk home. I was relieved. I had survived. I was able to stay faithful. I could play with fire and not get burned.

However, as soon as I inserted the key into my door, I received a text from Lisa:

"My friend isn't home. She left to grab groceries and won't be back for the next 30 minutes. Can I stay at your place for a short bit?"

My heart raced. I could feel it beating in my neck. What should I do?

I told myself: You can do it again. You can stay strong.

So I replied, "Sure, if it's just thirty minutes. This should be fine."

When I sent the text, I could already see her walking over to my house. We greeted each other again, and I let her in.

We got inside and took our shoes off. She, of course, bent over right in front of me, and I couldn't take my eyes off her ass while she was unlacing them. Once that was done, I had to shake myself and focus again.

I asked if she wanted something to drink. She just smirked and said that she was fine for now, but would like a house tour.

I said sure and started the tour with the living room, the kitchen, and the offices. Then came the bathroom with the big rainforest shower and a whirlpool.

She looked at me and dropped hints, saying she bet two people could fit in there perfectly. I just laughed it off, but my mind went straight back into imagination mode.

Unfortunately, right afterward followed the last room: the bedroom.

I only wanted to let her have a peek inside, but she had already slipped past me and walked in. She walked around the bed and pulled the curtains shut. I was still standing by the door, my heart and mind racing.

She sat down on the edge of the mattress and asked, "So, is this where you stroked your cock last night to my pictures?"

There was a pause. I breathed heavily, thinking about what I might get to see if only she got rid of her jeans. I gathered my thoughts back to the present and stumbled out a quiet, "Yes."

She stood up.

"It is kind of warm in here. I hope you don't mind," she noted.

Then, she started opening her jeans' button and zipper. As soon as her jeans hit the floor, something clicked inside me.

In my mind, the other Daniel was released—the Daniel who had been waiting for this moment for five years. I walked toward her, picked her up, and threw her onto the bed.

"So, you want to finally get fucked? Is that what you came here to do?" I asked.

Now she was rattled, stumbling out a breathless, "Yes," her chest heaving.

"I hope you are ready for it and can really handle such a big cock."

She nodded again, and we finally kissed. It was electric and wild. She wrapped her legs around me as I lay on top of her.

When my lust reached its first peak, I decided to move down. I kissed her neck, her shoulders, and her breasts through the fabric, tickling her nipples with my tongue. I kissed her stomach and her belly button, working my way all the way down to her inner thighs.

I was there. My head was between her legs, kissing her inner thighs and slowly moving toward her pussy. Her pelvis moved up and down, trying to push closer to my mouth. She moaned in great expectation, desperate to finally feel a tongue on her skin.

I finally opened up her top, revealing a perfect, soaking-wet pink pussy. With her legs spread, her lips were already parted, offering a beautiful view of her clit, which was pulsing in anticipation.

I started kissing her lips, left and right, and then moved directly to her clit. I licked her until her moaning became so loud that I decided to slide my fingers inside her as well.

Within a minute, my hand and face were soaked with her orgasm. It tasted so good, and she was completely spent. You could see her body sinking deeper into the mattress, flying on cloud nine.

"First orgasm in years," she whispered.

Suddenly, her phone rang. The time was up, and we were violently yanked back into reality.

I had just spread fluid from another woman all over the bed I share with my girlfriend.

Lisa got dressed again. Before she left, she looked back and said she couldn't wait to finally get that dick next time...