On this warm summer day, John had a lot of time on his hands to kill, and nothing really essential to do with it. So he went into his local town without a plan. On a whim, he decided to buy some new jeans. Not that he actually needed them but fancied a change, and this would fill in the empty interval between lunch and the evening.
He did a little window-shopping, and quickly discovered that he was actually baffled by the astounding variety and styles on offer. In fact, the more he looked the more difficult it was to decide. Before he became totally confused and abandoned the whole enterprise, he stepped inside a clothes store.
In the dedicated men’s clothing department it smelled of clean new clothes and the air conditioning meant at least it was cooler than the street outside. There was the generic music that all shops seem to have softly playing in the background and, most importantly, lots of jeans to chose from.
Ten minutes later he had got as far as thinking boot cut probably looked good when a hand gently tapped on his shoulder. He was so engrossed in his deliberations that, startled, he jumped backwards.
A soft female voice said, “Sorry did I startle you.”
A frown creased his brow as he turned to look at her face. She was a good-looking woman and seemed familiar. With a sudden jolt it clicked, a massive grin lit up his face. Sue had aged in the decade since they had last seen each other, but the passing years had not been cruel.
She still looked the same as he remembered. Okay, perhaps a little fuller in the face, and her hairstyle was different but he recognized her. She was smartly dressed in the store uniform, and she looked good in it. Pinned on her chest was her name badge and also the title of manager.
Flicking his eyes up and down, he could see her breasts were bigger than he remembered and her hips fuller. She was wearing tight fitting pants that displayed shapely legs, rippling under the thin fabric. His gaze lingered a little too long over her breasts. They gently bounced when she moved and, when he looked up into her face, did he detect the flicker of amusement in her eyes?
“Is it you, John? After all this time, do you still remember us? Me?”
John’s mystified frown had disappeared, replaced with a broad warm grin, “Sue, Sue how could I ever forget you, us, you still look gorgeous.”
Now it was Sue’s turn to smile and she also blushed, “Don’t you make fun of an old married woman. I have two kids, a husband and a mortgage to look after now. How are you doing?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Married and settled down, a slave to the job. Doesn’t time fly, I can't believe its been ten years. I remember the last time we were together.”
Time stood still as they recalled that final evening...
Sue was leaving the next morning, going to university and he was staying put. They had talked about their future and decided that they would try and make a long distance relationship work, but would not hold the other to a promise.
Early evening of their last night, they were both naked. She was lying on the soft cool grass at the side of the car and had her legs spread wide, being held apart at the knees so that John’s naked body could lie between them and penetrate her pussy. His stiff cock was buried deep inside Sue’s garden of delight.
He was sliding his excited cock in and out as slowly as he could, getting intense pleasure feeling it immersed inside her wet slippy pussy. His eyes were tight shut and she could hear grunting noises emanating from deep within him. She was murmuring almost with desperation, “Oh fuck me, fuck me harder, make me cum."
Sue lifted up her head to watch him perform. His cock was white and shiny in the moonlight, glistening as it appeared and disappeared between her pussy lips.
John nodded, let out a long soft moan and began to increase the speed of his strokes. Before long his breathing became short and shallow not through exhaustion but excitement. His eyes were fixed on her tits bouncing to the rhythm of his strokes, her hard nipples pointing up at him. She glanced up at his face, contorted with desire, and she asked, “I can feel your cock throbbing, are you going to cum?”
The very act of asking made John shudder on the edge, he couldn't’ answer, only give a little murmur.
She told him, “Fill me with cum... do it now.”
John obeyed, stabbing his cock violently into her pussy and, with two or three short hard thrusts, shot his cum. She held open her legs and welcomed the brutal assault of his cock. Pushing against his convulsing body she spurted, her juices mixing with his, coating his cock and dripping from his balls
Both knew this was probably the last time and so they clung on to each other for a long while. Afterwards, with few words they dressed and he drove her home, where they kissed and parted. They tried to keep in touch but, as the weeks became months, the contact dwindled, emotions cooled and, when she said that she was now going out with a nice guy, it was in many ways a relief for him. John had been seeing a girl for a while, nothing serious, but it could be and he didn't know how to tell Sue, didn't want to hurt her. But now they could and would go their separate ways, living different lives.
That was tenbyears ago, now they both blushed slightly at the remembered memory and there was a brief silence as they now looked shyly into each other’s eyes. A little spark of emotion passed between them.
Sue broke the silence, “Okay, tell me what are you doing here? Are you looking for something for yourself?”
“Nothing special, just some new jeans, I think these look good.” He took a pair from the rack and asked if she thought they suited him.
"Why don’t you try them on? Take a few different styles and have a look in the mirror in the changing room.”
John agreed. “Great idea, but will you give me your honest opinion, you always knew better than me about fashion and style.”
“Well thank you kind sir, that’s my job, selling clothes.”
John took two pairs of different jeans and made his way to the changing room. Sue followed and, when he entered the booth, she stood outside as he changed. The booth was spacious and had two mirrors, angled forvfront and back views. He took off his old pair and slipped on the new jeans. He examined himself and thought he looked good. He stepped outside the booth and asked her view.
Sue looked him up and down, nodded. “Yes they look good on you, but I would really like to see you in the other jeans.