Maria returns

Maria stood in the doorway to my office.

She, Maria, was here and I didn’t know what to say. It’s not as if I hadn’t thought about this moment happening - even fantasized about it thousands of times. 
It had been eight fast-paced years since I’d seen Maria and, eighteen since I’d held her in my arms as my lover and friend. Our last meeting had been in the presence of another lover and was purely an accidental meeting in an airport. Maria was just arriving from Denmark after a year in the cold country.

She should have been comfortable there as she is half Icelander but “it was the other side of her heritage which made the long winters unbearable,” she explained upon our chance meeting. That half being Filipina.

Now, this gorgeous creature of a woman, this Eurasian beauty with brains was standing in the doorway to my office and looking as fresh, alluring, exotic and sexy as she did when we were lovers at twentys.

“Jack?” she said in a questioning and uncertain tone.

I stood, walked toward her, and hugged her releasing a depth of emotion that almost surprised me more than did her appearing.
“Maria, you look absolutely stunning and I’m so happy to see you,” I said as I loosened my embrace. Backing up and looking into her sensual eyes, perfectly smooth olive complexion, and extraordinarily full lips, I simply could nothing more than embrace her again and hold her tightly to my chest.

After a few moments more of our tight embrace, we again loosened our hold on one another made eye contact. “I’m so glad you’re happy to see me,” she said as she grasped both of my hands warmly and took a step toward the small couch near the door to my office. “It took a lot to come here today. I really didn’t know what to expect now that you are married and since we haven’t made contact in such a long time.”

“Somehow I got it in my mind that you would not want to see me. That you would simply be polite but formal,” Maria said.

“Maria, I don’t know why you’re here but before you tell me, I want to tell you something. For eight years, I’ve thought of you almost daily,” I said. “Yes, I am very happy to be married and yes, I love my wife. But, there is a very substantial part of me that has never stopped loving you and never will. And, it has bothered me tremendously that when we saw each other in the airport that I was not free to hold you in my arms and tell you how I had been feeling about you for the eight years prior.

“I know that this may not be what you want to hear and, it’s certainly true that I really shouldn’t burden you with my emotional baggage, but I have wanted to tell you this ever since that day.
“I didn’t contact you because I simply thought it would be wrong to do so while married,” I concluded.

We both sat in silence for a moment looking into the eyes we had each known so intimately years before. Then, after what seemed to be both a fleeting moment, and at the same time, a long and deep study, Maria leaned forward and lightly pressed her sensual, full lips to mine while tilting her head to the side and moving her body closer to mine, beginning a kiss which sprang from the depths of feeling and mutual attraction.

I was so engrossed in the excitement of her visit that I had not given a thought to my open office door nor the people beyond. No doubt being seen kissing a person strange to them, and not my wife, would not fit well with workplace harmony and ethical respect. For this compelling reason only, I broke from the kiss, stood and turned to close and lock my office door. Immediately it was clear from the expression on Maria’s eternally beautiful face that she thought she had made a great mistake and that I was pushing away.

“Jack, I’m sorry…” she began to say as I moved closer to her, now standing as well. I simply put my finger to my lips and issued forth a very quite “shhhh.”
With that done, I again held this beautiful woman in my arms and moved my lips forward to hers returning the wonderful, lustful kiss she had shared with me.
Within moments, the romantic atmosphere between us was turning into hot longing for the intimacy we had once shared as young adults. A desire to devour each other sexually was quickly replacing the sentimental feelings that had dominated the first minutes of our reunion.

As we continued our kiss, our tongues now engaged in loving combat, my hands roamed from Maria’s silken long hair to her waist and then to her inviting ass. The same trek was being taken by her feminine hands down my back. Up and down our hands would go as we pulled our bodies together tightly and our mouths became reacquainted with one another.

And then, as I have so fondly remembered in fantasies too numerous to count, Maria did as she had always done so many years before. She took one hand and moved it between us, felt for, and grabbed my now hard member solidly through my slacks.

I reached between as well and began go fondle Maria’s magnificent and perfect champagne-glass breasts. My thumbs danced across her hardening nipples through the silk fabric of her blouse while my hands kneaded her sensitive mounds.

Following right in line with years of my fantasies, she began unbuckling my belt, undoing my trousers and lowering the zipper. As she did this her mouth moved to my neck nuzzling my ear and causing me to tingle from head to tow as the sound of her breathing dominated my senses. Maria whispered in my ear “Jack, please make love to me now. Fuck me with your big prick.”
Maria had always been great when it came to direct orders and erotic talk and now, 18 years later, it had the same effect on me as it did before: immediate compliance.

Before I could even move to help remove her skirt, she had it on the floor and was pulling her lacy panties off her ankle. As I lifted up her blouse, it was clear that she was still the best dressed girl in the world underneath. I had always admired her decision to wear the finest matching sets of lingerie against her precious body on a daily basis. I never understood why a beautiful and sexy woman would want to put ugly plain underwear on every day. To be a woman who understands femininity is power.

Maria fell back against the couch pulling me with her and guiding my cock into her hot, waiting pussy all in one motion. Our tongues re-engaged in battle and our breathing rose to rapid levels as I pushed my swollen cock into her perfect body, pressing hard against her clit with each inward thrust.

I was now grazing her neck and ear lightly with my teeth and swirling my tongue across her sensitive neck while fucking her with a lust I had not known for years.

It was clear that stamina would not be an issue during such an incredible and unexpected encounter. And further more, I had no desire to think of baseball or whatever else could hold back an orgasm. Here I was in the arms of the woman I had kept in my mind almost daily for more than a decade and a half with my cock buried deeply in her uniquely inviting cunt. I wanted to come. I wanted to shoot my come deep into Maria and share that moment of connection with her. I wanted to let completely go of myself and lose myself in the bliss of the moment.

Sensing the point of no return rushing past, I pulled Maria to me in a tight embrace as I reached orgasm buried within her incomparable depths.

As my climax subsided, I was able to again think of Maria and her pleasure. And so before she knew what was happening, I was between her smooth thighs drawing circles around her clit with my tongue moving closer and farther, farther and closer, faster and slower, slower and faster, until her legs were pressing tightly on my head and her back was arched, pushing her hips up and her pussy harder into my mouth. Then with short jerks of her body, Maria emotionally let go completely, letting rushes of orgasmic bliss to pulse through her body. Each pulse caused her thighs so to grip my skull that I was, for a second, in fear of being crushed.

The pulses subsided and I once again touched Maria’s sensual full lips with mine. This time in a slow and deep kiss. We hugged and I looked into her gorgeous eyes and said, “I love you, Maria.”