Visiting an Old Friend (MF)

Hot Flash


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Word Count: 2,167
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It was almost a year since we saw each other. When she heard I'd be visiting, she said she was looking forward to entertaining me.

When I arrived, she was waiting for me by the pool and I offered to rub tanning lotion onto her. I hoped we could continue where we'd left off the year before, but I got more than I bargained for. Not only was she ready, but she was still a virgin!

Visiting an Old Friend (MF)
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Visiting an Old Friend (MF)

Hot Flash


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After showering I knocked at her door hoping to have her drag me in and ravish my pulsating cock. Unfortunately, there was no answer. Disappointed, I changed for a swim and opened the blinds. Staring out, I glanced towards the pool. My heart soared and my cock sprung to attention, for there was Vanessa, lying on the recliner just as she had been the last time, I’d almost made love to her.

I hurried downstairs, almost tripping in my haste, eager for a repeat performance.

“Hey,” I said as I stood over her. “Good to see you again.”

“Hmm, nice to see you too,” she purred.

God, she had a sexy voice.

“Want me to rub some lotion on you?” I asked.

“If you like.”

This wasn’t how she’d been the last time I was here. She’d been all over me, demanding I rub cream on her back and then her front, even taking her skimpy bikini top off and flashing her perky breasts at me.

“Front or back?” I asked.

“What would you prefer?”

Was this a game she was playing?

“It’s up to you.” I thought it better not to seem too keen.

“Why don’t you do my front?”

She lay there eyeing me as my hands slid over her curves. This time she didn’t remove her top, even though the bra barely covered anything, it was only thin wisps of material tied together with string.

“So, how have you been?” I asked, beginning to feel uncomfortable.


“Would you rather I stop?”

“No don’t, I like it.” There was that purr in her voice, the one I’d heard last year.

“Lower?” I asked as my fingers ran on the edge of her bikini bottoms.

“Please,” she whispered.

Good. Now we were back to where we left off. I watched her carefully as my fingers slid under the edge of her bikini, over her mound, hairless, and gently grazed her slit.

“Oh,” she sighed.


“Yes, please.”

“Then open up those legs.”

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