An Unexpected Reunion
When Robert walked through my door, he looked nothing like the polished young man I remembered. He was disheveled, wearing an old pair of sweatpants and a worn-out shirt, his face unshaven and marked with the remnants of a stressful few months. Despite his ragged appearance, the spark of familiarity between us remained, humming beneath the surface as we sat together in the living room.
He had come over under the guise of checking some accounts on my laptop, but as we talked, the conversation drifted. I could feel the shift in the air, the way his breathing grew heavier and the way he shifted his weight, subtly drawing my attention to the heat radiating from his lap. I played it cool at first, wanting him to crave me as much as I craved him, but the tension soon became unbearable.
Our arms brushed, a fleeting contact that sent a jolt of electricity through my spine. I knew then that he hadn’t come for the laptop. I reached out, my hand finding him through the fabric of his pants, and I whispered, “Did you come here to give me something?” His answer was a low, breathless yes.
We quickly shut the blinds and locked the door, the world outside disappearing. The atmosphere grew thick with desire as we leaned into each other. I wanted to see him, to feel him, and as he pushed down his pants, he was already fully aroused. I didn’t waste a second, taking him into my mouth with a hunger that had been building for weeks.
I spent the next fifteen minutes devoted to him, my tongue exploring every inch, tasting him deeply. I wanted to push him to the limit, to feel the surge of his release. When it finally happened, it was a sudden, intense rush that filled my mouth, leaving us both breathless and spent. Though the encounter ended sooner than I had hoped, and a knock at the door forced a hurried conclusion, the hunger wasn’t gone—it was merely whetted.
As he left, we already had a new date set. I didn’t mind the lack of a full session this time; it only meant that next time, the anticipation would be even more explosive. I would be waiting, ready and eager, for Robert to return with the strength and passion I remembered so well.