A Baumgartner reunion

“I’m going to miss you.” I ran my fingers through his hair as he knelt and wiped me down with a washcloth, smoothing away any stray hairs. I could see my own clit when I looked down, my lips swollen and parted. It peeked up, as if asking to be touched, and the air felt cool and intrusive, a sensory overload.

“It’s only a week.” He kissed my thigh, his eyes still focused between my legs. Exposed, my pussy felt ornamental now, a showpiece, something I couldn’t hide. It excited me.

“Anything can happen in a week.” I gasped when his tongue flicked against my clit, quick, snake-like, a tease.

“Anything you want.” He looked up at me, his big hands pressing my thighs open, keeping them there.

“Anything?” I raised my eyebrows at his carte blanche. We’d talked about it over the weekend, all the endless possibilities. I’d changed my mind a hundred times about going at all. We talked about setting ground rules, dismissed it and decided to play it by ear, only to come back to the idea of rules again. Everything felt uncertain, precarious, and it was both exciting and scary. We were on the verge anyway, with everything-his job was taking him to New York this summer, and I had just found a position in a private school out there. I didn’t know what I was going to do with Beth. We didn’t know anyone out there. I didn’t know what I was going to do, and this vacation seemed like a push off a cliff I was already teetering over…

“I want you to have a good time.” His breath moved against my pussy, warming me, making me tremble. “I want that most of all.”

“Oh Teej…” It was my pet name for him, as if you could shorten his name or initials any more, yet I had found a way. I wanted to say something, to make everything good and right and perfect, but I didn’t know the words, so I just pressed him to me, kissing his mouth with my pussy. He groaned, burying his face there, pushing my legs back, trying to get more.

“Oh god.” I whispered the words, just letting him take what he wanted, what I wanted, what we both wanted-my pleasure. Still, after all this time, there was no one who could take me like TJ did, and I whimpered under his tongue, groaning as his fingers slid into me, seeking heat. There was no barrier to his mouth now, my lips parted for him, my clit seeming to tilt toward him. He flicked it, lapped at it, split me with both fingers and tongue, both of them meeting in the middle and then trading places, his fingers circling my clit, his tongue slipping down into my hole.

“Ahhhhhh god!” I cried as he began to fuck me with his tongue, his finger making quick work of my clit, back and forth, so fast it felt constant. There was no resisting him. My body knew what it wanted and he took it, shoving his tongue deep into my pussy as he made me come with his fingers rubbing my clit. The muscles in my cunt squeezed at him, sucking his tongue deeper, like a hungry, eager kiss as I came, my whole body shaking, my nipples hardening in surprise at the sudden sensation.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he murmured against my flesh, standing between my legs and rubbing his whole hand over my mound, making me let out a moan halfway between pleasure and pain. He was wearing boxers and his cock tented them nicely. There was a small wet spot around the head and I reached out to touch it with the tip of my finger.

“You want that, baby?”

I nodded, watching as he slid his shorts down, letting his cock spring free

It extended thickly against my thigh as he leaned in and kissed me. I could taste myself on his tongue and it reminded me of Gretchen and Mrs. B-the amazing, unmistakable, thick, pungent taste of pussy-and TJ seemed to know it.

“You like that?” He whispered the words as he slid his cock between my legs, nudging them further open. “The sweet taste of cunt in your mouth?” I nodded against his shoulder, reaching down to grasp him, tugging hard.

He gasped as I slipped the head of his cock up and down the now-smooth lips of my pussy, his eyes closing, his head going forward to my chest, clearly lost in the sensation. I tickled my clit with him for a moment before tilting my hips and sliding him into position.

“You like that sweet shaved little pussy?” I whispered as he shifted forward, sliding in. He groaned in response, arching, searching for more. I wrapped my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his behind and pulling him deeper. He shuddered, gripping my thighs and then shifting his hands up toward my pussy, sliding slowly out.

“God, that’s beautiful.” I could see him, too, thick and red, pulling back and back until just the head was inside of me. He massaged the smooth lips of my vulva with his thumbs, his eyes full of lust.

“Smooth as a baby,” I murmured, wiggling against him. “Like some sweet young thing with the tightest little cunt you’ve ever been in.” His eyes brightened at my words and I squeezed the head of his cock with my muscles, telling him I wanted more of him. He pressed forward, using his now-wet thumbs to rub my nipples, making me moan.