Annual Hookup

She was in the kitchen chatting with one of her friends when he arrived. She noticed him out of the corner of her eye straight away. He was heading straight for her.

Her friend exited stage left as he came and stood next to her. Not a word passed between them. Both were leaning against the countertop, appearing to innocently people-watch as the crowd partied around them.

But his hand was sneaking up the back of her top, with the lightest touch, and sending a bolt of energy through her. She only managed to keep her cool for a few seconds.

He felt her tremble and held his breath to see what she’d do.

She put her drink down, took his hand, and led him the few short steps to the laundry room.

In the dark, she turned to face him. He pulled her in close, and they picked up from where they left off this time last year.

Their lips locked, their tongues entwined, and their hands wandered. In under a minute she was damp and he was hard.

Last time, they didn’t have the opportunity to get beyond this point. This time, though, he wanted more than that.

“I want to fuck you now.”

Inwardly she cheered. Her own desires were in sync with his.

All she had thought about on the three-hour drive here was this moment and the moments that were bound to follow.

Without another word, they slipped out the back door together and made their way around to the house next door. Thankfully, neither of them was staying in the short-straw party house.

He was sharing a room with their mutual friend. This tenuous connection brought them into the same circle every Easter weekend when her hill-walking club made an annual pilgrimage west.

For now, they had the whole house to themselves. Everyone was next door and not likely to return for another couple of hours. They had some time, and each wanted to savor the experience.

This was going to be worth the wait.

And there was a lot to live up to if their imaginations were anything to go by. Important not to rush it.

The surroundings weren’t romantic, but at least there was a bedside lamp. It emitted a low light, enough for them to see each other. But it also threw the rest of the room into shadow. For now, they could forget about the empty bed beside them that would be occupied later.

As they hungrily kissed, she slipped her hands under his t-shirt, savoring the feel of his smooth skin. She wanted to taste it and pushed the shirt over his head.

“Great minds think alike,” he thought and whipped her top off too. He resumed teasing her back with light caresses. The way she shuddered in response was a pure delight.

As he softly kissed the nape of her neck, his fingers undid her bra and dropped it to the floor.

Then he dropped his kisses to her breasts, and began greedily sucking on one while fondling the other. She moaned in delight and let her hands wander down to his arse.

Grabbing a cheek in each hand, she pulled his crotch into hers and pressed herself to him. She wanted to feel his bulge pushing into her.

“Oh yeah,” he groaned and let one hand move south too. Finding her ass, he stroked it appreciatively. As her breath became more shallow and urgent, he slid his hand between her legs. Her wetness was starting to soak through her jeans.

He started to undo them with a grin and slid them and her panties to the floor in one move. Then he undid his own and let her see his cock spring forth.

She was as impressed as they’d both been hoping for.

She repeated the grab-arse-and-pull move. This is what she was craving — the feel of his turgid cock, already wet with pre-cum, pushing against her own bare skin. Slipping between her folds, teasing the opening of her pussy until she could barely stand it.

Crazed with desire, she was changing her mind about taking things slowly. As she pressed him against her, he seemed to read her mind and chuckled.

“Is it ok if I take you now? I’m too horny to wait”, he asked with a mix of regret and hope in his voice.

“Abso-fucking-lutely”, she replied.

“I’ll make it up to you later. After all, it is a long weekend”, he promised with a grin.

With a happy sigh, she thought, “Let the fun begin.”

Previously published on Sensual: an Erotic Life