I could feel his eyes watching me as I made friends with all of his buddies. He kept buying me drinks in hopes that I would strip for him but that wasn't going to happen. Even sober or drunk I wasn't going to give him that. No one knew what our tie was or why I only kept in touch with Steve after high school; his buddies thought that we had sex or something but it never happened. His loss. Yet his eyes were upon me and I still felt the sexual tension rising between us. 3 margaritas later I was still the life of the party. Not to draw suspicion towards my alterior motives I kept all of his buddies occupied and pretended to give them more attention than Steve... it worked. when it came time to leave they all left in a taxi cab and Steve decided to go with me in my car to show me where they were staying at.
Steve explained to me that he was really glad and happy that he got a chance to see me and it brought back all of the fun times we had in our heyday. I just smiled as i drove to the hard rock... his hands were fondling my breasts seeing if they felt the same way as he remembered them feeling. Recounting how he used to cum on me and my tits; for Steve I would do almost anything for him. but I've known this man for 17 years and he treated me better than any other man that knows my darker side and never made me feel once like a whore for being sexually curious and wanting to explore that side of me. Steve was the first man that i fully corrupted sexually without actually having sex with him. He credits me for his sexual perversions and that I was the one that nurtured him without feeling like a perv. Strange that when we each have someone who completes us we still do not share that side of ourselves. Its been years since we have seen each other; mostly on his part because he couldn't control himself around me. I do know that if we are in public he wont touch me which I sometimes use to my advantage.
Steve never actually went out with me even though he did ask me out our sophomore year of high school- his "buddies" talked him out of it and i have made him suffer ever since. At this point in my life I had an oral fixation and I liked having his penis inside of my mouth. I enjoyed making him verbally tell me that he liked it. I let him cum wherever he wanted to on me because I trusted him. Steve kept this secret from everyone... soon i became his dirty little secret and he lived vicariously through all of my sexual escapades. Now I was in his presence inside of my car heading to his hotel. His buddies were already there with their drinks and gambling. It was already past my bedtime and Steve reminded me that my husband wasn't going to be happy with me that I am staying past the time I told him that i would be back. so i sent him a text message saying that I was drunk and that I am waiting to sober up before i got into the car to drive. He was impressed that i full on lied to my husband. But in truth I wanted to hang out with Steve and his friends; I wanted Steve to spend as much time as he could with me since I rarely got a chance to see him.
As I was saying my goodbyes Steve opted to walk me out to my car. He was trying to get me to drive somewhere and give him head. I just shook my head and asked him why he dumped me all those years ago. He replied that he was very stupid and he didn't know what he had in me. I wouldn't drive him anywhere; instead I gave him head right there inside of the car in the parking structure. The excitement and the rawness of it turned Steve on. He began to grab my hair and guide me over his penis faster and faster. His moans were getting me off and I saw that nothing has changed between us... that was a comfort to me for some reason. As usual Steve was a perfect gentleman by pushing me away so that I didn't have to swallow. I passed him some napkins so that he could clean himself up. Gazing at me with a look of "did we just do that!?!" I smiled at him and he kissed me on the lips. Now it was my turn to be surprised- Steve never kissed me on the mouth and he just did! I'm not gonna speculate on what the hell that meant but it was nice nevertheless.
Till our next meeting secret lover...
