Memories flooded her with what could have been, what should have been. Her mind and heart broke open like a damn straining against rising waters only to crumble away and be sent careening down river. Her heart hurt from the rejection she had felt all her life. Twenty years had past and she had not seen him or heard from him. If she could go back in time to that one day in his bedroom she would make sure he had forgotten everyone else and that when he looked through his dark eyes, they only looked at her. But instead of giving herself completely to him she just sat there. She sat there like a freaking idiot wondering what would happen if she crossed that fine line between best friends and lovers. She knew he loved her and she loved him too but was the kind of love they had enough to carry them through the crossing of the line. That stupid line, the one that said, I can tell you any and everything and won’t judge me for it. You can gross me out and I won’t be offended. That line that says, I know your human and so am I but I still care about you. That stupid fucking unforgiving line that once crossed, you can never go back. Bastard.

There was a time that she would have slept with anything that had a pulse, but over the years she came to realize that size does matter even if the damn thing does do ticks. There was a fire deep in her that hadn’t been quenched in years, not even the man she was married to knew how to get close to that fire. It was an ache that hurt with the longing of the past. Just the thought of him made her wet with desire. She often closed her eyes and fanaticized about his hands on her skin. She knew that he would be good, though he was the one man to never take her. She knew that once he was inside her that the fire that raged would be tamed, only to flame again with thought of him.

A while back one of her girlfriend bought her a purple vibrator as a gag gift. Gag gift hell, she planned to put it to use. When she found time to herself she whipped out her purple friend and use it till the batteries died but still it didn’t help. So she went to the lovers store and bought a bigger and better one. At home with her prize she tied her new pink friend to her purple friend and violated herself in a hundred different ways. Still the touch of skin was missing and there was only one man that could fulfill that. To easy her discomfort during the days at work she bought herself a butterfly. Every time she thought of him she turned it one, grateful that she had an office with a door that closed. She would lean back in her chair and image him licking her clit till she was so wet she had to go and put on dry panties, or she would just go without. She ran her hand up the inside of her shirt imaging him caressing her breasts, licking and nibbling them. He would be telling her that he needed to cum inside her before he burst. But alas someone would page her or bang on her door bringing her fantasy of him to an end.

Life was just not fair.

Through the years she had searched for him, always one step behind on where he had been or where he was. Maybe it was fate that kept them apart. But she didn’t believe in fate. She was a woman of the world and nothing kept her from what she wanted. She had been called a manipulative bitch before, this was no different. Why should it be? She wanted him. She had wondered what she would do when she finally caught up to him, and now she had, she new where he lived, where he worked and all the correct numbers at which to locate him. Now, what to do first……..

She stood there at the stove cooking dinner for her family, wondering to herself what he was doing right this minute. Her mind drifted away to a different time and a different place to when they were both teens. High school was a whole different world, people tried everything back them. She was known at the slut and he was the guy every girl wanted to be friends with, but in truth, she wasn’t a slut and he was her best friend. They did everything together except the one thing that they both secretly wanted, and that was each other. Blame it on naivety or cold feet but it never happened. She was into the bad boy who broke her heart and he just wanted someone.
She introduce him to that someone and they got married. They are still happily married. But her, she was on her third marriage, a marriage of convenience.
She looked over at her husband that was completely engrossed in his laptop to which he was doing his usual; writing a program for gamers online crap. You could tell the man the house was on fire and he still wouldn’t move. And that’s how it was. She went to bed alone every night. On the rare occasions he did accompany her, there was no foreplay, just 5 minutes of rushing air through the teeth before he came, to which he promptly rolled over and went to sleep. On those nights she lay awake and wondered what the hell had just happened. Sure he got off but what about her? She wanted so much more than he could give or would willingly give. Sure she had many offers through out the years and some she had actually taken then men up on. But what she wanted they couldn’t give, they were players and that’s all. One guy had wanted to fuck her for so long that when she finally agreed, he came in less than a minute. Which was too bad because he had a big dick and with some encouragement he could have learned to do it right, but that didn’t happen. Of course there was a coworker that had wanted into her pants too. So one day while they were out in the field doing some work in a secluded mechanical room, he turned to her and kissed her with a passion she had never known. I stunned her into silence but not for long. She grabbed his head and crushed her lips to his. Since he was way taller than her he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. The friction created from their jeans rubbing together was delicious. He walked her to one of the a/c unit in the room. There he laid her down as he looked over every inch of her body. Slowly he undressed her, kissing each part of her skin he exposed. She had never felt anything like this before. She arched her back for his kisses, writhing as his tongue explored her body. At one point his husky voice declared……..there is no hair here. Of course not, she liked it bare. Slowly he slid his tongue into play; he sucked her clit till she thought she would burst. More, she cried, she wanted him to lick her all the way inside. He licked her juices from her until she thought she could take no more. She drew him down on top off her, tearing at his shirt. She grabbed his belt buckle and said to him…it’s your turn now.
She started at his mouth and slowly moved to his ear; from his ear to his chest she licked him all the way. She could taste the salt of his skin. From his chest she worked her way down to where his cock stood at attention. Slowly she licked up his shaft till she reached the head, winding her tongue she made tiny circles around the tip. She could feel him starting to buck. She laid her hand across this chest and he grabbed her hand as she took him all into her mouth. Slowly she slid up and down, barely using her canines to give him a tiny scrape. With her other hand she gently ticked the tiny hairs that lay behind his balls. He was grabbing her hair telling her he was fixing to cum; she drank him in, all of him. After he was done she looked up at him thru hooded eyes, there was no way in hell they were done yet. He grabbed her up and settled her into him. She took the full length of his cock inside. She could feel him pushing against her walls. My god he was huge and delightfully so. She hung her head back and sighed. He could feel here own hair brushing her ass as he gently needed her breast. It was an erotic feeling, one she had waited and dreamed for…for along time. His name escaped her lips. But it wasn’t the man she was with right now. If she closed her eyes she could imagine him beneath her, moving inside her. So she kept her eyes closed and rode him till he begged for her to stop. Sure he had already come but her fantasy wasn’t done just yet.

She stood over him and told him to get up; he complained that he couldn’t because she had worn him out. So she started to get dressed, to which he protested. She asked him why, he was done and there was nothing left for her. She grabbed her equipment and headed out of the mechanical room door, slamming the door behind her. He had repeatedly begged her for more but after his first performance she found she was no longer interested. So for now, at that time, her dream kept her afloat. His face was all she saw.
Now years later, here she was, cutting up veggies for dinner. Damn, this is what her life had come too, no love, no sex, no intimacy, nothing. Hell, she didn’t even feel sexy anymore. She finished up dinner and called everyone to eat. She left them there shoveling food in their mouths, not once hearing a thank you from any of them. Alone she went to her walk in closet and pulled down a box. In it were pictures of her and him, sitting around goofing off. There was even a picture of her giving him a liplock. God how she wished that had went somewhere, but now…..now she new where he was. Was she willing to risk everything for one night with him? Was she willing to let go and just be the woman she knew she was? Hell yes!
The phone was ringing on the other end; nervously she paced her office waiting for him to answer. Hello, he said. Hi, it’s me. O My God! I can’t believe it, I was just thinking about you the other day, how are you? And so our conversations rocked on as to the how are you’s & other bullshit and I promise to keep in touch. Daily emails followed after than, to which they became more and more personal in our feelings. She told him straight up that she wanted to have sex, no emotional binds at all. She told him she missed his friendship through the years. He told her that he loved his wife and premeditated sex was something he wasn’t comfortable with. She could handle that and she understood. So they agreed on meeting up for dinner. Since she hadn’t been to his hometown in a while he said he know of some nice places to go. Without either of them knowing it, the wheel had just been put into motion.
They meet a local Mexican restaurant for dinner. They ate and drank for hours, when it was time to leave he walked her to her car. She stopped and turned to tell him goodbye and was met with his broad chest. She looked up into those dark eyes, gently she brushed her lips against his. He grabbed her by the arms and drew her in for a deeper kiss, tongue and all. It was exactly how she knew it would be. Suddenly he release and stepped back. She felt bruised. He said he had to go. Wait, she said. He’s the name and number to my hotel if you want to talk. She shoved the card in his hand and got in her car. Numbly she drove back to her hotel. Twenty years and she was still nowhere.

Back at her hotel she shrugged off her light trench coat that had been hiding her dessert. He had offered dinner but she was offering dessert and he had declined. There was a knock at her door as she pulled the last pin from her hair and it fell to her waist. She looked through the key hole and there he was. What do you want, she asked. I need to talk to you, please open up, he said. So slowly she opened the door to let him in. His face fell when he took her in.
There she stood in her black satin corset, tiny black lace panties and a black garter with black stockings. She had already taken off her ass-jackers so she was normal height to his huge frame. Her hair fell around her in a golden halo. She may have been twenty years older than the last time he saw her but she was still in shape, only now the shape was womanly and not teen-agish. She stood there for a moment to let him take her all in then turned to grab her robe. Before she could pull it up to her shoulder she felt his hand stopping her. Please don’t, he said. Why not, you love your wife, she said. Yes, that maybe true but, he could finish what he was going to say. Self gratification, I said. No self gratification is something you do with your hands, he said. Fine, let’s just say I’m fulfilling a fantasy then. He didn’t say anything; he just picked her up and carried her to the bed. At that moment she wanted to know what he was thinking but she was afraid that voice would break the moment.
Slowly he slipped free her stocking from the garter. Using his teeth he pulled the stocking down her leg. When he got to her foot he sucked on her big toe. He started to climb over her and he reached for the other garter again he used his teeth and mouth. He made his was back up her legs kissing and licking as he went.

She drew him up and covered his mouth with hers. My turn she said. She unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and kissed the skin. This was her routine until ever button was undone and the shirt lay on the floor. She wanted to lick every square inch of his body. She wanted to scrap her teeth down his bare skin she wanted him completely.
He reached down between them and with an easy yank, torn her panties off. He rolled her over and sat her on his dick that was straining against his jeans. Already her thought were racing as to how she would use that.
He reached up and cupped her breasts that were still bound in her corset. How do I get this off, he asked. She produced a knife from the bed side drawer and told him, cut it off. His eyes grew wide at her demand but he did so with our hesitation. Once she was free he marveled at them and greedily began to suck, lick and nibble on them. She moaned with pleasure as he grabbed her ass tight, his hands holding her in place to keep her in his mouth. Please, she pleaded. He flipped her over on the bed, and started to work his way down her body. When he got to her pussy he said, there’s no hair here. She agreed with a nod of her head. He began to run his tongue around the edge of her lips, her legs spread wider for him, before she knew it he plunged his tongue straight into her, making her buck off the bed. Again and again he kept thrusting his tongue into her, all the while she begged him to stop. She wanted more. She sat up and started tugging at his belt buckle. He helped her get his pants off. Suddenly there in her face was what she was waiting for. She gently kissed the tip and licked around the head and the shaft. She took him all in to her mouth. She sighed with pleasure. He grabbed her by the hair and began to moan as she worked his throbbing cock, Just when he was about to cum he grabbed her and threw her up o the bed. He grabbed her leg and wrapped it over his should and with one swift movement he buried himself into her. She felt as if she just sucked all the air out of the room. He was fucking huge and he filled her up. And finally for the fist time in her life she found someone who new how to use it.
Using her leg as leverage she flipped him over and began to ride him for all she was worth. She took in every inch of him. The fire in her had turned into and eruption and she was so close to the edge that when she did finally cum she shuttered and moaned and cried out for what seemed for ever. He shuttered with her and came all inside her; she could feel his hot juice in her. She collapsed onto his chest, looked him in the eyes and asked him if he was ready for round two. His eyes got big and he grabbed her up. He flipped her over on the bed and took her from behind. She was eating pillow to muffle her screams, she came so hard that her legs shook and he had to hold her up. He slammed into her until she felt like she’d fall apart. He began to shutter and he pulled out and jerked off on her back. Using his hands he rubbed it across her back and ass.
She looked over her should at his dark eyes. He sat her up and pulled her to him and deeply kissed her. It was hot and passionate.
Afterward they showered and took the time to explore each others bodies. Laughing and talking about old times. It was what she had been waiting for and everything she had dreamed it would be. Before he left she asked him for one more thing, round three.
Round three turned into round four and five. On the floor, across the desk, he sucked her core with his tongue and she freaked him out when she slipped his balls into her mouth and began to suck on them.
Soon it was over, he went back to his wife and she packed and headed home. As she came through her front door her husband was in his usual spot draped across his laptop, engrossed in his programming crap. Never once looking up he asked her how her trip was. Her only answer, as she headed to her room, a dream come true.