I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, and saw the clock’s red numbers: 5:17 am. Still dark this time of year, but the gleam of a spring sunrise was starting to lighten the bedroom where amazing things happened over the past week. Her naked form, intertwined with mine, added extra warmth to a bed that had been cold for too long. Sleeping peacefully, her right leg laying across my torso meant her bald pussy was resting tantalizingly close to my smooth cock. Natural C-cup breasts were pressed into my chest, and her long dark hair splayed across her shoulders, disheveled after the previous night’s activities.

What a difficult few years it has been! My world was rocked when I learned my now ex-wife was seeing someone else and wanted a divorce. Details don’t matter, though the saying “Why are divorce lawyers so expensive? Because they are worth it,” is accurate. Eventually, I saw it as the start of a new lease on life.

I met this young woman, sixteen years my junior, on an adult story site, sharing posts in the forums and witty banter in chat, nothing serious. I was on the site to enjoy the hard-won freedom from my divorce. However, as we continued to interact, it was apparent that there was a spark developing between us. More time passed and we decided to share contact information allowing us to connect whenever we wanted. I always felt I could connect with a woman’s mind and then bring her body along. This young lady, while inexperienced, quickly caught on, and soon she was doing the same thing to me.

As we continued to enjoy each other’s company, we started making plans about meeting someday. The logistics would be challenging due to the long distance between us but worth it, especially if the effort included time spent together acting out some of the fantasies we created. We started a list of things we’d do together, both casual and sexual.

Finally, we decided to plan something to see if the virtual connection would lead to an even stronger connection in person. Our schedules aligned such that she would spend a couple of weeks with me. Fortuitously during that time would be the anniversary of my divorce. We thought meeting each other could be the ticket to a rebirth of sorts for me.

Another movement from the dark-maned beauty in my bed momentarily brings me back to reality. She shifts her right leg, dragging it against my exposed cock and balls, sending tingles throughout my body, as I remembered what happened last night; the passion, the trust, the final enjoyment of such a powerful act between two people, two lovers. It’s uncanny how wavelengths develop across distances. I think it’s somehow being soulmates or twin flames. I’m nerdy, and when you have someone who appreciates you for what you are, even tells you to talk “technical” turning her on even more, what’s not to love? That word: love. It’s not something I’ve used for years, yet it’s popped into my mind recently. Is it truly possible to love again after all I’ve been through?

We planned our rendezvous with structure but also left time for spontaneity. I had no doubt the time we were going to share would be some of the best of my life, and she felt likewise. Throughout our online relationship, we concocted plenty of sexual fantasies. Some were mutual sessions, driving each other wild with descriptions of our play. At times, one would solely focus on the other’s pleasure. While we felt we were both equals in the relationship, there were instances when we would voluntarily cede power to the other.

She was reserved when we first met. Over time, she shed most of her inhibitions. So much that when I casually suggested she fly commando in a dress during her flight, she took me up on the offer, mostly. She substituted a sexy romper, saying it would be too risky to wear a dress and unintentionally flash a view of her freshly waxed pussy.

In-flight wi-fi allowed us to text during her flight. Both of us expressed a bit of trepidation, but were also very aroused about the thought of finally meeting up. Teasing, she snapped a peek in her romper's leg hole to skylark how smooth and wet she was. I arrived at the airport and went inside to wait.

Bzzzz. My phone vibrated with a text from her, “Landed…taxiing.”

Bzzzz. “I’m on the train, love. Can't wait to see you.”

Bzzzz. “Train has stopped. We’re unloading. I’m almost there.”

We had exchanged many pictures, so we both knew who we were looking for. I saw her! Short and sexy, dark pools sparkling with excitement. Our eyes locked, and she launched herself into my waiting arms, wrapping her legs around my hips, her arms around my neck, and planted the deepest, most passionate kiss I’d received in many years.

We weren’t fans of PDA but it didn’t seem to matter at that moment. After nearly a year of online interactions, here we were, in the flesh, locked in a lover’s embrace. We broke the kiss. She released her bear hug, stood, and twirled to show off her romper over her toned body. Pleased, I held her hand in mine and we headed toward baggage claim. After collecting her suitcase, we departed for the forty-five minute drive to my house.

We chatted as I drove and after fifteen minutes, she looked at me with a sexy smirk. I asked her what was up, and she replied,

“Baby, you know why I wanted to wear this romper when I met you?”

I shook my head sideways.

“Because I can do this.”

She shifted in her seat, turning her body towards me. In my peripheral vision, she pulled the crotch of her romper to her right, showing off her bare bikini area. I saw her seductively lick two fingers and start stroking her labia. We had talked about doing a mutual masturbation session as our first personal contact, but it seemed she was not able to wait for that long.

I swallowed as she slipped her fingers between her legs, softly mewing, but becoming more vocal. The fabric of her romper's crotch turned to a darker shade of green from her secretions and her fingers and inner thighs glistened with it. For twenty-five minutes she edged herself, and when she orgasmed, my ears were treated to a symphony of moans and expletives. When she calmed down, she withdrew her fingers and showed me how wet they were.

“I’m sorry, baby,” she said. “I was so turned on to meet you that I couldn’t wait for us to get to your place. Forgive me?”

We pulled into the garage, even more excited about what the next couple of weeks would bring. We didn’t have to wait long. After bringing her luggage upstairs, she grabbed my hands, pushed me up against the bathroom wall, and on her tippy toes, planted a kiss hotter than at the airport. My hands moved to her back, almost completely expose sans the two small crisscross fabric straps that held her romper in place. Caressing her bare skin, I ran my fingers along her spine, eliciting goosebumps.

Her hands were also active as she palmed, then lightly pinched my nipples, making me moan. She rubbed my aching cock and started to unbutton my shorts. Breaking the kiss sooner than I would have liked, she grasped the waistband, dropped to her knees, and pulled my shorts down. Now unencumbered, my cock throbbed in her hand. She looked up, inched her face closer, and deliberately extended her tongue to reach the tip of my glans. Like a slow-motion movie, she swirled all around the head, bathing it with her tongue and licking my slippery precum.

Pulling back from the head, she naughtily whispered, “Baby, this is better than I had hoped.”

I couldn’t help but smile and watch her close the distance between my cock and her lips, while also starting to stroke my hardness with her left hand. She milked my cock and was rewarded with another drop which she quickly licked up. Maintaining oral contact between us, she lifted my cock and licked down the shaft, circled each of my smooth balls with her tongue, and then licked back up to the tip.

I groaned.

She smirked.

Peering up at me, her eyes seemed to deepen a shade and she started to work her lips down my shaft. In and out she moved, taking a little more in successive attempts until she was about halfway down. Pulling back from me, she released my cock from her mouth, a string of her saliva mixed with my precum connected us. She moved her left hand up and down my cock, smearing our combined juices along its length.

Again, she locked eyes with me.

Then, to my throbbing cock.

And back at me.

She licked her lips and proceeded to reengage, moving past her previous high watermark, and kept going. It was obvious her previous efforts to lubricate my cock now helped her take me deeper. She sucked me while she planted her left hand at my base as a backstop. My legs stayed strong, but my moans gave away my enjoyment.

I felt her slide her left hand to my right hip while her right hand squeezed my glutes. Now working hands-free, she bobbed her head deeper. She relaxed, trying not to gag, but I saw her eyes start to water. She paused to adjust, backing off just a bit, but she didn’t release my cock. She looked up at me, eyes full of anticipation.

“Oh, baby,” I groaned. “Do you want more of me?”

She nodded and sucked me deeper. I reached down to fist her long hair. Her lips were stretched around my manhood as I felt her throat relax. Gently pushing her head, I could feel her gag around my cock, but she kept going until her lips pressed against my smooth groin.

She pinched my butt to let me know to ease up, and pulled back a few inches. Immediately, she was at it again, thrusting my cock back into her warm, wet mouth, while maintaining eye contact. This went on for a few wonderful minutes. It was driving me wild and I told her my orgasm was imminent.

Releasing my cock, she hoarsely said, “Do it, baby, I want you to cum in my mouth like we’ve done many times before, but now you get to do it for real!”

Confidently, she took my cock deep on the first try. It only took a few more bobs until I growled as I squirted a week’s worth of my cum into her mouth and throat. It was enough to overflow a bit, but she held fast, her lips never leaving my rod. She released my cock completely, opened her mouth showing my deposit, and swallowed, licking her lips seductively.

She stood, gave me a big hug, and said, “Mmm, thank you, lover. I'm looking forward to spending this time with you!”

We enjoyed the activities on our list; visited museums, picnicked in the mountains, and dined at my favorite fondue restaurant. At home, we cooked several meals together, listened to music while snuggling on the couch, shared drinks and s’mores at the fire pit, and watched movies in my home theater. We ticked off a lot in the naughty part of our list, including christening my big two-person tub, sneaking out on the back porch for a late evening quickie, and finally getting to that mutual masturbation session.

We had talked during our first week about the second anniversary of my divorce; the figurative bend-me-over-and-fuck-me event. Except this time, my lover assured a more pleasurable fucking. We had discussed butt play, how I was into it and how she was willing to try something new. She obliged me twice. First, while she was giving me one of her instantly legendary blow jobs, and another time, while she was riding me reverse cowgirl and worked two fingers inside me.

On that special day, we enjoyed comfortable things around town together while holding hands with interlaced fingers. After a light dinner at home, I went upstairs to prepare for an immensely enjoyable evening. I slipped into a terry cloth robe and eagerly waited for her to come to the bedroom. When she finally appeared, she sported a very naughty smile. She sidled up to me, reached her right hand up behind my neck, and pulled me to her lips, kissing me deeply, but briefly.

“I’m looking forward to this evening, baby,” she whispered. Stepping back from me, she looked directly into my eyes and said,

“When I return, I expect you to be naked for me. Spread the robe out across the bed so we don’t make a mess.”

Something had changed in her tone when she said that, but as she closed the bathroom door, I quickly followed her instructions. Goosebumps had formed on my arms in anticipation of what was to happen, and my cock was at full attention.

Soon, she reappeared, totally naked. Placing a bottle of lube on the nightstand, she approached me, eyeing my erect member and the robe on the bed, and smiled.

“Well done, baby,” she said, guiding me so I was facing the bed, and she climbed up, kneeling as she faced me. Looking into each other's eyes, we embraced, our lips meeting and igniting a fire between us. Arms encircled naked bodies, mine around her waist, hers around my neck. Moaning in each other’s mouths, I felt her right hand drop from my neck to my rigid member. She teased the head with her fingertips, ran her fingers through my short hair, and started to suck on my tongue. After a firm squeeze on both her ass cheeks, my right hand slipped to the base of her neck and gently grabbed a fistful of her hair. Concurrently, my left hand rested on her shoulder, pushing slightly down, giving her enough momentum to break our kiss.

“I’m going down, baby.”

“I can hardly wait,” I answered.

“Patience, sweetheart,” was her coy response.

She leaned over and lightly licked the tip of my cock, which was rather wet from my secretions. This time, instead of nestling between my legs, she moved right back up, and planted a kiss on me, thrusting her tongue in my mouth. I moaned as she let me taste myself. As our tongues dueled, she reached up with both hands, placed them on my chest, and firmly pinched each nipple in a delightful combination of pleasure and pain.

Dropping down, she generously licked my shaft. Then she licked around the crown while taking my cock in both hands, milking it some more. Her tongue hit the very sensitive spot underneath the tip and I playfully slapped her upturned ass. That made her groan and intensified the suction she was applying to my glans, while still stroking the length of it.

After a few more strokes, she released my cock from her mouth, looked up at me said,

“You like this, baby?”

I nodded, saying, “I do, sweetie. I love you sucking my cock.”

“I love your cock. Was it love at first suck? Maybe so.”

“Only you know the answer to that question, baby,” was my breathless response.

“I love your cock. Period.”

“You are free to enjoy it as much as…” My response trailed off as my cock found itself engulfed by her willing mouth. She sucked me slowly, firmly, nearly to the base. Keeping pace with my cock, I saw her reach to the nightstand for the open bottle of lube and squeezed some on her fingers. I felt her hand move between my legs, pushing them open. Her fingers found my butthole, and as she started to massage it, she slurped me in, fighting her gag reflex. She backed off, and I felt her relax and take a deep breath. The next thing I knew, my cock was buried in her throat, and a finger had found its way up inside me. A few more strokes and sucks, punctuated by a guttural groan from me, and she pushed in a second finger.

She manipulated my body with amazing skills and worked her fingers deeper. My cock seemed to be constantly throbbing as she twisted her fingers inside me, loosening me up. I watched as she released my cock from her mouth, and after removing her fingers from my ass, she dribbled more lube on her slippery digits. She glanced at me smiling, and without saying a word, proceeded to reinsert two fingers. They slid inside very easily, and after a few pumps, I felt her pull them out again. I moaned at the empty feeling, and with a smirk, she pushed back in, this time with a third digit.

The room was filled with my outcry of pleasure, and she continued to work the trio into my hungry hole, adding lube often, and eventually reaching her knuckles. I felt her splay her fingers inside, stretching me further, and then withdrew them. She gave my cock a quick suck to keep it hard and also to catch the drips she had milked during her intense finger fucking session.

“I think you are ready baby. I need you up on the bed, on all fours, with your ass up. I’ll be right back.”

I nodded, eyes glassy, and watched her naked form disappear into the bathroom. I quickly climbed up on the bed, as directed, and waited. After a few breathless moments, she returned, harnessed up, and the flesh-colored dildo we agreed on was jutting proudly from her hips; eight-and-a-half inches long, the head at one-and-a-half inches wide and flaring to one-and-three-quarters inches at the base. She got on the bed behind me, and liberally smeared lube on the distal half of its length. I felt a good dribble of lube on my hole, and she inserted her three fingers back into my ass. The different angle made it much easier to bury them to her knuckles and as she did, she slapped my right ass cheek.

“You like this, baby,” she asked as she tapped the lubed dildo on the cheek she just slapped.

I just groaned, which wasn’t the answer she wanted, and felt her slap my left cheek, a bit stronger. Again, she tapped her dildo on the affected cheek and I felt lube squirting on my crack.

“Tell me how much you like this.” It was more of a command than a statement, and I answered,

“Oh, baby, I love this. I can’t wait for your next move.”

I felt her quickly withdraw her fingers, and while my ass gaped open, it was quickly filled as she pushed the head of her strap-on inside, drizzling more lube as she thrust the first three inches inside rather easily.

“Need to breathe, baby? How are you doing?”

I groaned as I enjoyed the feeling, shaking my head no, as I didn’t trust my vocal cords at that instant.

She added more lube around the phallus while it was penetrating my anus, grabbed my hips, and pushed a little further, thrusting about half its length inside me. I exhaled heavily, and she started long slow strokes, keeping the head inside, and only going to that halfway point.

Slap!

Groan!

“I’m taking you from behind, baby. I’m fucking your ass just like you wanted.”

I nodded, feeling the girth sliding and stretching me. We had selected this dildo as it was slightly thicker and longer than my cock, and I was blissfully unaware of anything else in the world.

“How do you feel being taken, baby? Answer me.”

“Oh god. This feels amazing. But I know I can take more.”

“Yes, you can baby. You shall. I will make sure.”

Saying so, she thrust harder, pushing more of her cock into my ass. I groaned in pleasure as she rubbed my ass.

“You are such a horny man. Now, I want you to fuck yourself on my cock. I’ll let you take what you can. I’ll be steady so you control the depth, girth, and pace baby. I want you to feel utter pleasure replacing the sad memories of the past few years.”

She held my hips and I moved along her length, occasionally pushing back firmly, feeling a little more go inside each time.

“Baby, you are fucking me, taking my ass.” I heard those words come out of my mouth, but I didn’t remember thinking of them.

“No, your ass is fucking my cock. You’re so hot, baby. Take what you can. No need to impress me. I want you to be comfortable and then I’ll give you more.”

“I can take it, baby. I can take YOU!”

“Yes, baby, I know you can. You’re doing so good.” She squirted more lube on the remaining shaft outside my hole as if she was reading my mind.

“You’ve got your length baby, it’s inside you.”

I nodded, “But I want more, baby.”

“You’re so greedy. Do it, fuck this cock!”

Nodding, I pulled forward, exhaled, and pushed back. I was assuming she would stay stationary, but she surprised me by pressing forward when I pushed back. My mouth opened, but no sound came out as she impaled me with her cock, pushing the last two inches, the thickest part, deep into my ass.

“You did it, baby! You took it all. I’ve buried my cock into your ass.” She leaned over and planted a kiss between my shoulder blades.

While she was bent over me, she whispered, “Now, let me fuck you, as we celebrate your rebirth as a new man, free from the past, and able to look ahead to the future.”

“Oh, yes, baby. Do it. Fuck me!”

Straightening her back, she grabbed my hips, and started slow full-length strokes, keeping the tip inside me, but making sure I took her balls deep in my ass each time. She varied the speed and intensity. I glimpsed her spitting copious amounts of her saliva on her left hand and gave her now-familiar smirk. She leaned forward and I felt her hand grasp my cock. It was a soft, firm touch and she started stroking at the same pace as she fucked my ass.

“It’s time baby. I want you to cum as I take you from behind.”

Hearing those words, punctuated by several fast, deep thrusts into my willing hole, I felt my balls tighten, and a guttural groan graced my lips. My orgasm was all-consuming and I lost track of the number of times my cock throbbed, releasing my cum into the palm of her hand. She kept her strap-on buried deep in my ass as I returned to the present space. I peeked behind me, seeing her smiling face, and I smiled myself as she brought her hand up and licked my cum from her palm.

“All clean,” she said, with a wink.

We disengaged, got cleaned up, and climbed under the covers. She lightly tapped me on the nose and said, “Baby, that was amazing! Thank you so much for doing that with me.”

I replied, “I should be thanking you for the experience, especially since this was a pretty tough day for me. Now, I’ve got good memories moving forward.” And we dozed off, still in each other’s arms.

My reminiscing complete, I realized I was sporting the proverbial morning wood. And why not, that was the most intense sexual encounter I’d ever had, and there were still a few days left before she had to head back home. I softly stroked her hair, enjoying her presence, thinking to myself, “Could she be the one to start over with?”