The ringing of the phone pulled me out of my slumber like a gunshot. Unexpectedly and insistently. I got up from the sofa where I lay and listened to music, on the verge of dream and reality. She walked over to the table and picked up the phone.
- Hello.
- Hello! I'm back! You are all asleep!
My legs buckled and I sank to the floor. It was his voice. A voice that I haven't heard for five years and that I thought I would never hear. This voice came in my dreams at night, making me wake up and dream about him for the rest of the night.
- Well, what are you silent? Are you not happy? I'm completely back! Do you hear? At all. I will never leave again!
- Hello! - my voice was trembling, - I was just confused. Of course I'm glad. I've been waiting for you. I love you still!
- So I'll come today? Clock at 9 pm?
- I'll be waiting for you!
- Will everything be the same?
- Yes! - my voice broke, and a wave of strong excitement swept through my body.
- Wait! I will come! Kiss! - short beeps were heard in the tube.
I started getting ready. I wanted everything to be perfect for him, so that he would not be disappointed. She cooked dinner and set the table. She took a shower, washed her hair, wondering if he would like it. When he left, my hair was short, now below the shoulder blades. Standing under the shower, the body shuddered, as if from coolness, although the water was scalding. I dreamed about him, imagined him. I have always thought about him in my heart. And always caressed herself. But not today. Today I was for him. Shaved all her pubic hair, he likes smooth skin, not hair. Got to get dressed. A little perfume behind the ear, on the neck, on intimate places. Thin silk white panties - tango, the same bra. Thin, tan, 20 den tights. He loves when I'm wearing pantyhose, not stockings. Nylon gently wrapped around the skin, like the touch of gentle hands. A long purple silk robe that hugs my figure. Stiletto heels. I dried and styled my hair. They scattered over the shoulders. Honey color, light and fluffy. Mascara, some purple eyeshadow, bright purple lipstick. Everything is as before, as he likes. I poured a glass of wine, lit the candles, turned on the music and waited. How long the minutes drag on, how painful.
The call cut my expectations with a sharp ring. I went to the mirror, looked at myself again and went to open it.
- Hello! Here I am! - he came to me, a little older, a little wider, but just as beloved and desired as before. With insanely green eyes, the smell of a freshly smoked cigarette and tart men's cologne.
I threw myself into his arms. He pressed me to him with his strong arms, began to kiss my eyes, cheeks, nose, lips. I could not stand it, tears flowed from my eyes. I buried myself in his chest and cried, whispering: "Beloved, I've been waiting for you for so long, my good, dear, don't leave me anymore, I can't stand it!" He stroked my hair, letting me cry, and only said: "I'm sorry, I'm not leaving anymore."
“Go, sit down at the table, I’ll be right back,” I whispered, tearing myself away from him, and went into the bathroom to clean myself up.
When I came out, he had already poured cognac (he only drank it) and was smoking, looking around the room.
“Nothing has changed,” he said, “everything is exactly the same as five years ago.
- Yes, - I answered, - for five years I didn’t change anything, it was like a temple for me, here I was happy with you.
- And you will, now forever. I won't leave anymore. I ran not from you, from myself. I wanted to change everything, I wanted to live like everyone else. I even got married, - noticing my surprised and confused look, he laughed, - Don't be afraid, I'm already divorced. I didn't get anything. Only you are visible. And here I am with you. Let's have a drink! For us!
We drank. I felt dizzy either from alcohol or from the unreality of my expectations. I got up, walked over to him, knelt down between his spread legs. I began to kiss his face, every centimeter, neck. She unbuttoned his shirt, buried her face in his chest hair, licked her nipples with her tongue, feeling his powerful muscles tense. Lips slid down, hands unbuttoned trousers. And now this desired miracle is in my hands. Hot pulsating, smooth. I run my fingers along its entire length, enjoying the size and elasticity. I can’t wait any longer, I lean down and he enters my mouth to the full length. How beautiful it is when your mouth is filled with male flesh, tickling the tongue with a trunk and feeling its heat with your lips. I caress him with animal passion, accumulated over five years. The head is spinning from the smell, heat, moisture. He put his fingers in my hair and an almost bestial groan breaks from his lips and his flesh begins to pulsate and give me this gentle nectar of male love. I caress him for a few more minutes, rubbing my cheeks against my passion. It has always been so.
We drank more, talked, excitedly talked about these five years of separation.
- I couldn't live without you! he said, coming up to me.
Now he kneels before me. She takes off my shoes, gently caresses my feet. From the foot to the knee, enjoying the thin nylon. Hands slide up her thighs, lifting the robe. Everything is on fire between my legs, panties and tights are wet from the secretions of arousal, leaving a dark stain that has come through the nylon. He leans between my spread legs, begins to caress me through pantyhose. He loves so much. Slowly pulls tights and panties off me. And now I'm all open to him. He lifts my legs up and places them on the high arms of the chair. His tongue touches my hole between the buttocks. A moan flies from my lips, the ass is my most erogenous place. He caresses me there with his tongue, trying to give me maximum pleasure. He takes from the table a tube of lube I prepared from the sex shop. He starts caressing my ass with his finger, one, two, three. I squirm in my chair, my head tossing from side to side. He rises, lubricates his flesh and puts me on the ass. I'm shaking like a fever, feeling the heat of an excited man. Slowly, trying not to hurt me, he enters me. Quietly, millimeter by millimeter. Don't be afraid, my love, I want it so much. I move forward sharply and he is all in me, filling me, driving me crazy and making me almost scream. Faster and faster, deeper, even deeper. And when it begins to pulsate, its wave is transmitted to me, and I also fall into the abyss of pleasure. It has always been so.
When it was all over, I was tired and happy sitting in an armchair watching him get dressed.
- I have to go! - he said. Seeing the fear in my eyes, he added: - Don't be afraid, I'll pack my things and move in with you tomorrow!
Kissing me at the door, he looked into my eyes and said:
- You know, I used to worry, I was afraid of my unusual feelings for you.
- I'm proud of you, my love! Come back soon, I'm waiting for you!