Home >> Erotica >> A Journey to My Past

A Journey to My Past

Jan 17, 12

…For Tantalizing Erections and Earth Stopping Orgasms

It was supposed to be a romantic weekend with my wife, one full of love, laughter, and sex. It turned out to be something completely different, completely unexpected, and led to one of the most erotic weekends of my life. But not with my wife.

It started with a massage. I lay there on my belly, enjoying the touch of my talented masseuse. Then she asked me roll over, and what I saw shocked me. This young woman was the image of a past lover, one I hadn’t seen since college over 20 years before. I could feel my cock growing, and was painfully aware of the erection that was clearly visible beneath the thin blanket covering my midsection. She smiled faintly and turned to the door, telling me to “take my time” getting ready to go.

I sat and breathed, thinking about the last time I had seen her. I sat and slowly masturbated, touching myself as I remembered her touching me years ago. When I was done, I felt as though I had just cheated on my wife, and I was sure that this would not be the last time.

When I wasn’t undressing my wife and banging her repeatedly while imagining this blond girl of my past, I was online looking for my past love. I found her on Facebook, and jacked off again and again as I looked through her pictures. I was obsessed, and the very thought of her brought another rock hard erection.

The next week, I hopped a plane across the country to her hometown and made my way to her office (there is no end to what you can do on the internet). The receptionist called her and she entered the lobby, long legs and patent leather heels, a pencil skirt . . . My God. She looked at me, and I watched realization cross her face. She held up a finger as though to say, “Just a minute,” and turned silently away. Moments later, she reappeared with her purse, and took my hand. We walked silently to the car.

Twenty minutes later we pulled up to a small brick house, and she led me upstairs to her bedroom. Suddenly, the urgency was just too much. I pulled her skirt off, heard the zipper break. Soon she stood before me in nothing but a lace bra. She dropped to her knees and put my cock in her mouth. My body seemed to burst into flames as I struggled to keep from coming. I stopped her, pulled her to her feet and kissed her roundly. Laying her down on the bed, it was my turn to give her the pleasure she had given me. I thrust my tongue deep inside her cunt, tasting the sweet wetness that was everywhere. She was ready for me.

After we had tortured ourselves for what seemed like hours, I sat up and pulled her on top of my hard and waiting cock. She slid warmly over it, moaning in pleasure as I filled her up. When at last I orgasmed, it wracked both our bodies; it was something my body hadn’t experienced in, well, over 20 years. We lay together, and it was then that I realized we had not yet spoken to each other. I started to speak when I realized that she was starting again.