A Baumgartner reunion

“Yes…” she whispered back, her hands moving down my sides, over my hips, pulling me between her legs. It was like coming home, and she welcomed me with open arms. I rubbed my face against the slickness of her breasts swelling over her bikini top. Her breasts were as bronze as the rest of her, and when I undid the straps and pulled them down, I found her dark-tipped nipples hard in spite of the warmth of the water.

“Oh god, Veronica,” she moaned as I sucked one of them into my mouth.

Her half-closed eyes watched my tongue trace a path around and around her areola, and she jumped and gasped whenever I flicked her nipple. Her breasts were incredibly full and lush and I used my hands to press them together, getting her nipples as close together as I could and licking back and forth between them.

Her hips bucked in response, her head going back and lolling on the edge of the tub as I worshipped her breasts. She was a goddess of flesh, and some part of me had always knelt at this altar, even in the years we’d been apart. My memories of her were nothing compared to the reality-wet, slick, luscious, moaning and arching against me, begging me for more. My whole body responded to her-not just my pussy, which was beginning to ache-as if it had come alive at her touch.

I hooked my fingers in the strings of her bikini, tugging them down the generous curve of her hips. She helped me, undoing the final strings on her top and tossing it aside, so we were both naked in the tub together. The feel of her body against mine was like slick velvet and my mouth sought hers as we slid together, limbs entwined, trying to get as close as we possibly could.

She tasted sweet, like oranges, liquid sunshine in my mouth as we kissed, our tongues playing together. Her thighs gripped my hips, strong and tight, pulling my pussy into hers, the heat of us together almost too much for me to bear. Panting, I broke the kiss, looking into her eyes. They were filled with lust, as deep and blue as the water we swam in, and I thought for a minute I was going to drown in them. There was no question what we wanted, what we were doing, and the excitement of the moment made my whole body hum with anticipation.

“I want you.” Her words were soft but clear, her thighs tightening their grip.

“I want you so much, Veronica… I haven’t thought about anything else since you called.”

“I know,” I breathed, leaning in to kiss her again, tasting her sweetness.

“Me, too.”

Whatever darkness had been between us was gone, melted in the heat of our kiss. My body still felt so slight next to hers, all long limbs and arch, as if I could get lost in the plump softness of her flesh-and I tried, kissing her hard, pressing her to the far wall of the tub, rocking us in the heat of the swirling water.

Her hands moved over my body, just accentuating our differences. My hips were fuller now than they had been then, my breasts, too, but they nowhere near matched her lush curves. My nipples were hard, pink, and pointed, and I moaned when she cupped my breasts, aiming them, rubbing our nipples together as we kissed.

“Oh, yes, Mrs.-“ I stopped myself and felt her smile before she captured my mouth again, this time slipping a hand down between my thighs, cupping my mound.

“Oh sweetheart,” she whispered, her finger probing between the smooth flesh of my lips. “You shaved…”

I smiled, searching between her thighs and finding her just as smooth, her lips fatter, fuller, filling my hand as I cupped her flesh. “Mmm, so did you.” She gasped when I slid a finger inside of her and moaned when I put in another, twisting them in her flesh. “Oh god, honey…”

“Stand up,” I said, watching as the water slid off her body in sheets as she stood above me, her belly soft and tanned, her breasts heavy, her nipples hard.

Water dripped between her thighs, down her legs, and I imagined it was her juices and longed to taste her. I knelt up in the tub, my hands kneading the curve of her hips, moving around to the swell of her ass.

Her clit liked to hide in the pink folds of her flesh, and I had to search it out with my tongue, making her squirm and moan. Her lips were swollen, completely smooth, and I kissed her pussy like a little mouth, sucking at her clit as if it were a tongue, flicking it, probing it. Her hands were in my hair at first, fisted in the wet length of it, pulling me to her, guiding me, but when she realized I wasn’t going to stop, that my tongue was going to keep licking her, searching for her pleasure, she reached up to cup her own breasts, twisting and tugging at her nipples.

“Oh please,” she whispered, her thighs trembling, her pussy clenching around my fingers. “Fuck me, baby, Finger my cunt!”

“You like that?” I murmured, sliding my fingers deeper inside of her, making her arch with pleasure.

”Yes, yes!” she panted, pushing her hips forward, wanting more. “Harder, oh, please, please!”