He was no ordinary man, and this wasn’t just some random meeting between two people. We knew each other—I mean, really knew each other. We were friends, even co-workers at one point in time; let’s be honest: Damien was more than just a co-worker; he was my boss—one of the managers at the restaurant I worked at - and of course, off-limits.

That concept, however, never factored into my thought process because there was something about him that made me want him like no other. Of course, the more I flirted with him, the more Damien resisted.

Challenge accepted.

To my amazement, it had only taken about two months before I was fucking him every week. Of course, this was in total secrecy, the one rule that could not be broken. Because of an unforeseen circumstance, (a very important factor that I hadn’t factored in), our little adventure ended before it really became something more than just fucking. However, that is another story…

Damien's and my worlds always were entwined; we lived in a small town, so bumping into one another usually happened quite often. He had gone on with his life and ended up, for lack of a better word, "married" and I had a few encounters with men throughout the years but nothing serious. It's hard to take something seriously when there is a longing inside of you; no matter how deep you bury it, every time you saw that person, the yearning was just enough to remind you of what could have been.

That's how it was with Damien, for nearly twenty years. The desire to have another chance with him was becoming intolerable. I wasn't sure it was feasible, and if it was, I didn't have a clear plan to make it happen.

I smiled at that thought as I was preparing the meal I had carefully planned out for this evening.

For months, Damien and I had been flirting with the idea of fucking around again. Sexting became a part of our daily conversations, sharing pictures and fantasies of what we wanted to do to each other; if we ever had the chance. Reading his words excited me to the very core, making me so wet that I didn’t know that a man could still have that control over me, especially after all this time.

The small table was set, and plates were ready to be eaten. He should be arriving any minute now, so I wanted to take advantage of the situation to make sure I looked decent enough for our little date. 

One thing I have learned about Damien is that he didn’t take hints very well. If I wanted something from him, I had to take the lead. This was a foreign concept for me. Still, with him, I was willing to do whatever it took so he knew exactly what I wanted.

I removed the clothes I was wearing and stood naked in front of the mirror.  I never spent much time looking at myself while being naked; like with most women, I am my own worst critic, judging my body for the imperfections I could eventually change, but not in the five minutes I had before he walked through the front door.

“Well, shit, too late now," I said as I headed back into the kitchen.

The front door opened, and Damien walked in, wearing a pair of blue faded jeans and a T-shirt of one of his favorite bands.

He wasn’t overly tall. If I had to guess, I would say he was five foot eight. Jet black hair and soft brown eyes. I know saying he wasn't gorgeous would be an insult. He was more than just gorgeous. He was sexual.

“I’m in the kitchen."

I grabbed a beer out of the fridge and poured it into the glass that had been in the freezer for a few hours, a trick I learned from a friend years ago, and handed it to him. He smiled and took the beer, and I gently kissed his cheek.

"Come sit down. Dinner is ready.”

I said, trying to act as normal as I could despite being butt-ass naked and extremely wet from him staring at me as if he was going to devour me there on the spot.

He sat across from me, his eyes fixated on my breasts, which were becoming extremely aroused; my nipples were getting tight and hard, turning a darker pink than normal, which they did when I imagined him sucking on them.

The aching was traveling through my nipples, coursing up into the entire mounds of my breasts. The tightness was almost unbearable, and without even thinking about it, I began massaging my own breasts, pinching and squeezing the nipples, hoping to relieve some of the pressure that was building. Damien was watching very intently. So, I hadn't realized he was removing plates from the table. It was when he was standing beside me that I noticed the table was cleared off. Lost in my own little world of him mentally sucking on my boobs.

"You're not hungry?" I asked.

"Not for food," he stated.

He stood me up and cupped one of my breasts tightly. He wrapped his mouth around the areola and nipple, putting as much as he could fit into his mouth. His tongue danced excitedly over the roughness of my nipple. His teeth gently raked them. I couldn't help but gasp through this dance.

“Oh my God!” escaped from my mouth, almost forgetting how long it had been since he sucked on my breasts.

He lay me on the table. He sat in the chair and spread my legs. His hands worked their way up my thighs, into my groin area. His fingers gently wrapped around the newly grown hair covering my once shaven pussy. (After finding out one of his fetishes was a hairy pussy, I stopped shaving it ).

His tongue gently licked the inner and outer lips of my vagina. Spending careful attention to sucking on my clitoris gently. He gently pulled on my hairs with his lips, sending an unexpected surge through my body.

“Don’t stop. Damien. Please drain me.”

Damien was almost too quick to comply and buried his face into my very wet pussy. It was apparent that he wanted this as much as I did. He used his thumb to softly stimulate my clitoris as his tongue delved deep inside me, moving in and out with rhythm. I could feel a wave of ultimate pressure building up, my breathing and thighs trembling. He pushed a little harder on my clit, and I began squirting in his mouth.

"Oh fuck yeah," he said as he came up for air.

I grabbed his head and forced his face back into my saturated pussy. I knew there was a lot more to come and I was on the brink of the ultimate orgasm.

"I'm going to cum all over your face, oh yes, now!" I said, trying to catch my breath.

I held his face as tight as I could as I began to wiggle my pussy on his face. I was no longer in control; I was a slave to that marvelous mouth of his. I leaned forward and connected my lips with his, eager to share the pleasure he had just given me.

The lingering scent enveloped his face. Gently opening his lips with my own, plunging my tongue deep into his mouth, savoring the taste of my own cum. The sweetness was even more delightful than I remembered.

RRRIIIINNNNNGGGG!

“Fucking alarm!" I exclaimed as I switched it off.