Dating : For Once, Nothing Held Us Back

We’ve been watching each other for way too long. Cautiously at first, being in a relationship with other people. Not all that happy relationships, but boundaries need to be respected. Even then, though, he’d compliment me whenever we happened to be alone for a brief moment or two.

“Lovely stockings,” he’d say when I wore a new pair of back seam stockings trying to pull off an elegant 1940’s style look. Or he would tell me he likes the way I wear my hair. The kind of comments that make your heart warm.

I imagined his hand sliding up my thigh all the way up to the garter belt, lifting my skirt and feeling me through my panties. My head would fall back gently and I’d sigh and let him do it.

But it never came to that even though I knew things like that were often on each other’s mind. His girlfriend was jealous and hated my guts and my then-boyfriend was jealous even though we reassured them there was nothing between us.

It was true that nothing ever happened and that we never had sex together but we both dreamed of it and wanted it. I guess the chemistry was so palpable that it was detected by our then-partners as well.

And so our relationships fell apart. First mine, for I couldn’t stand my boyfriend’s jealous outbursts any longer and I wanted out, and then his, for similar reasons. And then it was just the two of us. He called me after his break up, he was sad, and he asked me to spend a weekend with him at a gateway place by the sea.

Of course, I went. I’m always ready to help a friend in need and with how sad he sounded, there was no question about not going. Besides, I itched for something more and this could be the perfect opportunity to finally take care of that too.

He was waiting for my boat at the pier and instead of the usual kiss on the cheek, our lips spontaneously met and it felt like fireworks. We both channeled our long-suppressed desires into that kiss and as our tongues danced, I melted in his arms.

I was already wet with anticipation but now my pussy was flooding. I could feel the wood in his pants too and it was far bigger than what I anticipated. If it weren’t in the middle of the day with all the people around, I’d open his zipper and jump him right there and then.

Instead, he took me by the hand and led me to a bungalow he rented for the occasion. Parts of the path that led to it were hidden from view, and we stopped at every such part to make out some more.

By the time we reached the door, we were both turned out beyond what we could stand much longer. He pulled me inside and our clothes dropped off as if by magic. Before I knew, he had me pinned down on the bed and I obediently spread my legs and pussy for him.

He caressed my pussy and gasped at how wet I was. I breathed heavily and yelped as he aimed and thrust his giant cock inside me. “Is it too much?” he asked worriedly and I shook my head in response. I could barely whisper, “No, I’m just about to come.”

I was so wet that he managed to push it all the way in and the long months of denying ourselves the pleasure resulted in simultaneous orgasm. He filled me up as my pussy spasmed in mind-blowing orgasm. But that was not the end of it.

I could feel his semen oozing out of my pussy and his cock almost instantly getting hard again. We looked into each other’s eyes and I could see the passion burning with undying flame. He kissed me and started to thrust again.

I’ve never felt so horny and my pussy has never been so stretched in my life. But what really fired us up was the awareness that we were finally free to do it. No need to hold back any longer, we were set free from the restraints of our former relationships. It was sad but also divinely liberating.

It turned us on beyond words and the next round we fucked like maniacs. It was as if we were trying to purify all get rid of all the toxic jealousy we’ve been subjected to by our exes. It was as we were using the act of fucking each other to insanity to send a message to our exes — there, we are doing us just like you kept accusing us when we weren’t, ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?

It sure made us happy and it, in a way, also made us grateful for all the nagging we had to endure. It was what brought us together stronger than it would have otherwise and it gave us the best fuck of our lives.