After my first marriage to Nancy ended in divorce, I was basically hooked on sex with men. The men I met were mostly short-term love affairs, some lasting three or four months, but most only a few weeks. To say I was satisfied would be stretching the truth. Sexually, yes, emotionally, no. The day-to-day interactions and intimacy were something I craved. The feeling of breasts pushing against my own, the soft skin, smooth bottom, shapely hips, the warm, moist pussy, and the submissiveness during sex. I wanted that again!

I had some vacation time, which I planned to use to visit my family in San Diego. The trip was planned, and they were happy and excited to have me visit. It had been a couple of years. My older brother even came down the first weekend I was there.

We were all sitting around on Sunday afternoon in the kitchen bar area when they started reminiscing about the girls I had dated in high school, asking about Henrietta, then Teresa. I told them what I knew, which wasn’t much, as they had disappeared from my life. Then a name came up that I hadn’t thought of for many years. How was Tamra? Had I heard from her or kept in touch? Well, I had not. My mom suggested I call. I did have her dad’s phone number. I wasn’t sure if it was still good or if they were still in town.

The first week went by pretty quickly, visiting old friends and the many relatives still living locally. The following Sunday, I finally got around to calling Tamra’s dad’s number. Just as a side note, when we were younger, he didn’t like me. I was a hippie, long hair, beard, dope-smoking degenerate.

Her stepmom answered the phone. “Who is this?”

I asked for Tamra.

“Just a minute.”

After a somewhat long pause, Tamra came on the phone. I was surprised. She was tentative, the usual “how are you,” “long time,” “what’s going on” kind of conversation. It was a fluke. She was visiting for her dad’s birthday. Once the initial awkwardness was gone, I asked to see her before I left for home the following Saturday.

We set up a daytime date to meet at a restaurant. I arrived on time, looked around, and saw her. I noticed the restaurant was really busy. Tamra suggested another restaurant and wanted me to ride with her. Lunch was really interesting, catching up, her failed marriage and her kids, my failed marriage and kids, nothing sexual.

After lunch, she had some business to take care of and invited me to ride with her so we could talk more. We hung out all afternoon, talking about a lot of things. Eventually, it did become sexual as we talked about all the times we had hooked up when we were younger, how much we enjoyed each other’s bodies, how her previous husband had paid for breast implants, how she wasn’t a mouthful anymore, like I couldn’t see that! I wanted to see those new breasts, so I asked for another date, saying I could call my work and get a few more days off.

The next night, when I went to her apartment to pick her up, she invited me in. After a big hug and a small kiss, Tamra said she had cooked dinner instead of going out. I was happy we could spend some intimate time together.

Tamra was wearing a loose-fitting top with a lot of cleavage showing, making it hard for me not to look. I kept taking peeks at her tits. She definitely caught me looking a few times, smiling and looking me in the eyes.

After one of my glances at her tits, we started kissing. She whispered, “You want to see them, don’t you?” I just smiled and looked into her eyes. Taking my hand, she placed it on her right breast and asked, “How’s that feel?” At the same time, she placed her hand on my bulging groin. She was rubbing, and I was squeezing; we were kissing like teenagers. It didn’t last long before she said, “Let’s get more comfortable,” and led me to her bedroom.

She started to undress me, down to my underwear, then dropped to her knees, pulled my tight underwear down, and started to lick my cock, which was now at full mast, sticking up at a 45-degree angle. Oh god, her mouth was like velvet. All those memories came flooding back, how she used to love sucking my cock, tasting my cum. I was leaking like a faucet.

When she stopped, she stood up, pushed me back on the bed, took her pants and panties off in one motion, climbed on me, and sank down on my cock so fast my head was swimming. The tightness of her pussy, I remembered it. She rode me, whipping off her blouse and bra, planting those beautiful tits right on my face, begging me to bite her nipples and squeeze her tits.

I don’t think we lasted ten minutes. She started moaning, “Oh god, Dick, I’m coming, cum with me!” That’s all it took. I exploded deep inside her. She kept going, cum was leaking out all over my balls and groin, everywhere. Tamra kept saying things to me that were keeping me hard, “Don’t stop, fuck me, I need your cock in me forever. Can you give me more cum? Oh please, I need you!”

Finally, I went soft and slipped out of her tight cunt, followed by a stream of cum. She slid over, hugging my side, breathing hard and whispering, “That was awesome, just like before. Can I taste you?”

As she slid down and started licking up all the cum on me, hers and mine, she got my cock to rise up again. I slid around and pulled her up on top, only this time I was looking at her messy cunt, leaking sperm and pussy juice. I started licking and cleaning her up, just like I used to do.

She tasted so good, her clit was hard. She was moaning on my cock. I started feeling another orgasm coming and told her I was going to cum again. That only spurred her on. Into her throat she took me, back out, sucking on the head, attacking that spot until I stiffened up and shot more cum in her mouth. Lost in that orgasm, I didn’t feel her come up, then her lips were on mine, sharing that cum with me, just like old times.

We lay in bed, still tingling from the great sex. She told me how I lasted longer than I used to and asked when I’d be ready to go again. More talk about where and what comes next. It was like 1 am, she had work tomorrow, so sleep was creeping in.

Morning came too soon, a quick fuck, a shower, and out the door she went. I showered, relaxed, and then went back to my parents' house. I needed to leave the next day. Back home in my one-bedroom apartment, it was still winter, cold, snowy, lonely.

I talked to Tamra that night. She had picked up her youngest son from her parents. We talked about how and when we could meet again.

More on that meeting in another addition to this true story.