Remembering old times 1

- "Wow, what lovely weather," I said out loud as I walked through the front door and out to the street.

A lady passing by greeted me with a big smile. I, of course, smiled back and we shared that first moment of joy that a sunny spring day offers.

Still without going down the small step that led to the sidewalk, I breathed deeply and let my lungs be filled with that air coming from the Cantabrian Sea, a fresh and rejuvenating breeze. The sun dominated the skies and the few clouds that existed did not dare to approach it, staying at sea level, scattered. I was not born there, but I knew that in those latitudes such benevolent weather was rare. So, despite having to spend the whole morning doing tedious errands, I was extremely grateful to have asked for the day off from work. In fact, like any ordinary person, I had combined all those errands into one day to save time and thus have the whole afternoon free.

The most urgent thing was to go to the Town Hall to regularise my status as regards the registration. My life had taken a radical turn. I had recently married and, more recently still, I had moved to a new city. My husband had found a well-paid job and, although I had to give up mine, I decided to go with him, for love, as these things happen. At first it was a bit difficult for me to adapt: new city, new customs, no friends, no family… just my husband and I, and unfortunately he spent most of the day working. Fortunately it didn't take me too long to find a job as an administrator in a fish canning company. It wasn't the job of my dreams but at least I felt useful and was busy for a good part of the day.

After I had completed the last of my chores, I decided to sit on a terrace to have a drink and, at the same time, a break. To my surprise, I had finished earlier than I thought and, with my husband working out of town, I had nothing better to do on a Wednesday at the end of April. Along with a Nestea, I ordered the newspaper to browse through while still enjoying the good weather. Thanks to new technologies, I was more than used to reading the news in digital edition through my mobile or computer screen, but I had always preferred paper; that touch, that characteristic aroma that emanates from cellulose... call me old-fashioned, but that's something else.

Just as the waiter brought me the bill, I noticed a man passing by on the other side of the street. His build and his way of walking seemed very familiar to me.

"Lucas?" I thought, keeping my wallet in my hand and following him with my eyes until he turned the corner of the adjacent street.

"It's €1.80, miss," the waiter repeated to me again, this time impatiently, seeing that I had become completely lost in thought.

—Oh, yes. Sorry. I thought I saw someone… —I said justifying myself, while I gave him a 2€ coin. —Keep the change, okay?

Immediately, without thinking too much, I got up from my chair and went in the same direction that the supposed Lucas had taken. It seemed absurd but I didn't want to be left with any doubts.

I continued walking around the area for a while, looking around, stopping from time to time, studying the faces of the passers-by, but I couldn't find the boy I had seen from the terrace of the bar. I didn't really know if it was him, but I would have been very excited to see him. I had many fond memories of that person.

Resigned, I decided to go home. It was almost time for lunch and I really wouldn't have minded treating myself and eating out at a restaurant, but I had quite a few leftovers in the fridge. I hated having to throw food away. Things inherited from my mother, I suppose.

After lunch and a light nap, I decided that I would spend the afternoon pampering myself and relaxing. And maybe I would go shopping afterwards, since I was not yet familiar with the commercial side of the city. I filled the bathtub with hot water, threw in some bath salts, stripped off and waited patiently for the water to reach the right level.

As I watched the stream of water coming out of the tap, the image of Lucas, whom I hadn't seen for so long, came to my mind. Was it really the boy I had seen that morning? And if it was him, what was he doing in the city? Other kinds of questions assailed me, such as what would become of his life, whether he was married, what kind of job he had, whether he had children...

I got into the tub still thinking about him, but by that time my mind had already begun to recall some of the adventures we had shared. I remembered all those late nights of partying, our foolish dancing, all our raunchy conversations, and above all, I remembered our dates to make out, to give free rein to our youthful passion. Inevitably I also remembered our deep kisses, his warm caresses, his agile fingers sliding under my underwear, I remembered the times when my hands and mouth had given him pleasure, causing him to gasp and moan loudly, I remembered Lucas's face when he reached climax... And so, without realizing it, I was masturbating in the tub at an increasingly frenetic pace, splashing like a duck. In the end, what had to happen happened and, after a muffled cry, I had a powerful orgasm.

“Did I just cum thinking about Lucas?” I thought, somewhat surprised, as I recovered.

I found it curious because, in our previous encounters, we had never gone beyond oral sex. And to be more specific, the oral sex that I had given him. For one reason or another, he had never penetrated me or even performed cunnilingus on me, something that had remained like a thorn in my side. So I came to the conclusion that, indeed, I had come from the mere memory of my blowjobs to Lucas and his swollen penis ejaculating on my breasts.

With my body still numb from the rush of endorphins, my skin crawled again as I remembered that image again.

I didn't want to dwell on it. After all, we all have our past, our sexual fantasies and our moments of individual pleasure. In addition, each of us is the master of his own body and his own thoughts.

I continued my bath and, after finishing, I applied vanilla-scented moisturizer to my soft skin. Then I put on my favorite outfit, a red dress with a little flare, floral motifs and a stunning neckline , and put on light makeup. I had decided: that afternoon I would go shopping.

I put on my heels, left the house and headed towards the city centre, to the shopping area. A simple 10-minute walk.

As I walked, I noticed the lascivious glances of many of the men I passed along the way, a fact that, by the way, I loved. I hadn't just made myself pretty to feel good, but also to feel desired. And let's not kid ourselves, everyone likes to be liked.

I could understand them, too, since, modesty aside, I considered myself a real cutie. I wasn't too tall, but I was tall enough not to be called "short." My straight blonde hair, slightly past my shoulders, along with my green eyes and snow-white skin, made me look like a "guiri" from northern Europe. Nothing could be further from the truth. My whole body loudly shouted my marked Iberian origins. Neither very strong nor very thin. A woman with certain curves but with everything in its place. And the truth is that my pert ass, conveniently enhanced by my high heels, and my prominent breasts had always been the envy of both my husband's friends and my friends' husbands.

Once I had arrived at the shopping area and after looking around the shop windows, I decided to go into a women's fashion store. My intention was to buy some shorts and a couple of t-shirts for the upcoming summer season.

At one point, I was rummaging through hangers and shelves full of clothes when suddenly…

—Laia?

Hearing my name called in that very masculine voice, I turned around and there he was, the man I thought I saw that morning. The man I had inexplicably been thinking about all day and imagining many dirty things about, resulting in me being in the bathtub an hour earlier.

—Lucas! —I exclaimed, unable to contain my enthusiasm, and several customers turned around. —It's been a long time since I last saw you.

—Well, at least a decade.

"You haven't changed at all, you look the same as always," I said, looking him up and down, without concealment. Although what I really thought was that he looked much better than before. More of a man. More mature. More appealing.

His hair was still short and dark, although a few grey hairs were beginning to appear. His face was angular, with thin lips that hid a pretty smile. And his eyes… his eyes were black and deep, eyes you could lose yourself in. Unable to contain myself, I took a quick look at his package, tightly packed inside his tight jeans. I have to admit that a certain arousal took hold of me. Was he making me horny? I don't know if he noticed, but he was, he was making me horny.

—You're the same as always, too.

—But what are you saying? Every day I have more wrinkles? —I laughed, although it wasn't a lie.

—Well, I still think you're beautiful, Laia —he replied with a ravishing smile.

I couldn't even answer and just turned bright red. That velvety way of saying my name, as if caressed by a sea breeze, ended up wetting my thong. I felt the moisture slowly invading me. I felt a tickle deep in my pubis. I felt hot, very hot down there. Come on, at that moment I wouldn't have minded fucking him right there, in front of everyone. But hey, we all have our fantasies and I was happily married. Besides, and being a bit exaggerated, I didn't feel like spending the afternoon in the police station accused of public nuisance.

—And tell me —he continued, seeing that I didn't say a word—, what's up with you? I understood that you were living in Madrid.

—And that was the case, but I moved here not long ago.

I was surprised that she responded in such a dry and concise manner. And not only that, she also didn't mention my husband. Had she ignored him on purpose?

“Santander is a nice city to live in,” he said. “Hey, how about we go for a coffee and catch up? It’s on me.”

And again that blessed little smile …

"I'd be delighted," I agreed, not knowing if it was my libido or I who had really responded.

—Perfect. I know a place nearby.

We headed to a café 5 minutes from the shopping area, located in the arcades of a park. We sat down on the terrace and had the obligatory coffee there. We had time to inform each other about our respective situations.

Obviously, I confessed to him that I had a husband and the reasons why I had moved from the capital of Spain to Santander. He, on the other hand, told me that he worked for a pharmaceutical multinational selling its products and that he had to travel a lot. “Like a medical representative but from plane to plane,” he said with grace. He also told me that he had been with his wife for 8 years, but that they did not intend to have children. He told me that he used to play paddle tennis… Anyway, he told me several other things that I did not pay much attention to, as I was still fighting my inner heat.

And those deep eyes… that damn smile… I promise you that at that very moment I just wanted him to shut up and have him inside me. Ufff , what a stupid horny guy I was in…

As he continued to babble, I thought coldly. What was happening to me? That wasn't me. It was as if the spirit of a 17-year-old girl with raging hormones had taken over my body. And that wasn't the problem. The problem was that it was starting to take over my mind as well… This man in front of me was turning me on with his mere presence. In a way that no one had done for a long time.

At one point, Lucas excused himself to go to the bathroom, leaving me alone with two empty cups of coffee and my lascivious thoughts.

At that moment, a thousand things went through my head, some sensible and some not so much. I thought about leaving without warning to cut the matter short. I also thought that it would be more appropriate to wait and say goodbye to him as soon as he returned from the service. Or I could even continue chatting with him for a while longer, but of course, holding back my arousal until I could get home and masturbate to my heart's content. But I also thought, and more and more, about going into the bathroom with him and ambushing him a little.

I thought about it, thought about it, and thought about it again, because deep down I was really looking forward to it. That and the fact that, because of my husband's job, I hadn't had any cock for almost three weeks, made me take the final decision.

I stood up, grabbed my bag and, with a firm step, headed inside the cafe. There were hardly any people and those who were there were busy with their own things. The waitress greeted me when I entered. I asked her about the toilets and she kindly told me where they were.

Luckily, the cafeteria had its toilets at the end of a hallway next to the warehouse, so it was a fairly discreet area. I left the women's bathroom to one side, stood in front of the men's bathroom door and pushed it open, hoping that only Lucas was inside.

Indeed, he was standing alone in front of the mirror washing his hands. Hearing the door open abruptly, he turned around and looked at me, somewhat disconcerted.

—Um... the women's bathroom is next door, she said innocently.

As my only response, I watched him silently for a couple of seconds with the dirtiest look you can give a person, smiled, locked the bathroom door and put my bag on the floor.

Then I approached him and, without even kissing him or offering him a caress, but without taking my eyes off him, I knelt before him and his bulging package. I didn't need cuddles, affection or caresses, at that moment I needed this man's cock, and that's what I was going to get.

Lucas stood petrified, without saying anything, watching my next steps, which were none other than to devote all my attention to his genitals.

I caressed the bulge that deformed the natural shape of the pants. My cock was getting harder and harder, and just by touching my hand on the jeans, I couldn't help but let out a soft sigh, instantly moistening my pussy. I continued to stroke it for a while until the desire to have it in front of my face made me want to take it out. As soon as I freed his penis from the imprisonment it was subjected to, Lucas let out a little grunt of relief, something that made me even hornier if possible.

I stared at his cock, transfixed. It was just as I remembered it: neither big nor small, just the right thickness and a slight downward curve. And what I liked most, it was circumcised. Without thinking twice, I grabbed his cock, which was already stiff as a mast, and began to slowly masturbate him. I grabbed it from the base and made all the skin fold back on itself, and then I returned to the initial position. Sometimes, when I got to the beginning of the glans, I would press a little so that he would feel a tickling sensation, which seemed to have the desired effect. I moved my other hand to his balls and caressed them. He shuddered at the touch of my skin on his scrotum.

I brought his penis close to my mouth so he could feel my breath on it, and then I gave him a couple of slow licks on the head while I stared into his eyes. He sighed and looked back at me pleadingly. I wasn't going to make him suffer any more. I grabbed his cock with determination and, after winking at him, I took it into my mouth, which was watering at this point. I began to suck hard, with real delight, just like a puppy breastfed by its mother. I moved my head back and forth in a rhythmic, constant movement, making a splashing noise. Lucas watched me from his zenithal position, seeing how his cock disappeared into my oral cavity again and again and again. I, from time to time, looked at him to gauge his excited face. I was really enjoying myself and I loved it.

And I have to admit it: I love eating a good cock. Knowing that you have the power, that you have the man at your mercy, with his most vulnerable part offered without more, trusting you everything... that moment of power is indescribable. Apart from my own sensations, of course: feeling how the cock grows little by little in my mouth, noticing how its swollen veins throb in my cheeks, how its hardness goes piercing my throat... until finally feeling a torrent of milk flooding my mouth or bathing my soft skin, ufff ...

At one point I pulled his cock out of my mouth, unbuttoned the top of my dress and removed my bra, revealing my large tits. It's one thing to like giving head and getting covered in cum, but it's quite another to ruin such a pretty dress.

He stood there staring at my breasts until, instinctively, he lowered one of his hands and began to caress them, sending an intense shiver down my spine.

"But what beautiful tits you have, Laia," he said while pinching one of my nipples, which turned me on even more if possible.

And I let myself go a little. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, allowing him to enjoy the soft touch of my breasts for a few seconds, but then I quickly moved his hand away to return to the task I had entrusted to me. I wanted to make him enjoy it, and that was something that made me enjoy it too.

So I grabbed his erect penis again and, after smiling at him with my patented slutty face, continued with the blowjob.

With my tongue, skillful and perky, I ran my tongue along the entire length of his penis, from the base to the tip. I did this several times before finally putting it back in my mouth and starting to move my head back and forth again. As I did so, I provided a deep suction effect that caused Lucas to gasp louder and louder, a sign that his orgasm was not far away.

Even though I was aware that we were in the toilet of a bar in the centre of Santander and that the sensible thing (if there was any such thing as sensible at that moment) would have been to make him ejaculate at once, I wanted to continue playing around and prolong the situation a little longer. That cock was tasting like heaven!

Without hesitation, I pulled the phallus out of my mouth and, after hitting myself with it several times on both cheeks, on my fleshy lips and on the surface of my tongue, I spat on my little channel and placed it between my tits. I squeezed them tightly and began to move them up and down, corseting his cock, which was hard as a basaltic rock. The truth is that in my previous sexual relationships I had never been very given to giving titjobs , but why not take advantage of those fantastic tits that genetics has gifted me? And with how horny I was at that precise moment, for me, it was a natural movement.

I think Lucas, completely stunned, could not believe what was happening. His tremendous excitement only allowed him to watch my breasts closely as they moved over his cock and his glans, at short intervals, protruding between them. And every time that happened, my tongue did not miss the opportunity to moisten his delicious bud. I looked at him from time to time and his face was a poem. I was having a great time.

After a while of working his cock like that, his breathing started to quicken and the muscles in his legs started to tense, a clear indication that he was going to expel his seed. Obviously, at that point, I wasn't going to stop for anything in the world. So I ate him all over again and continued sucking him like a real thirsty bitch until I noticed his cock swell to the limit, until I noticed the blood running through his veins on my cheeks...

A mishmash of various moans, guttural sounds and mouth-splashing noises filled the bathroom. Music to my ears.

—I… I… I’m going to cum, Laia —he managed to stammer between gasps while my taste buds delighted in his pre-cum.

I applied half a dozen more sucks to that wonderful cock, took it out of my mouth, rested it on my tongue and, without taking my eyes off him at any time, asked him for what I so longed for, that thick whitish liquid.

—Please give me your milk…—I demanded, imitating the voice of a little girl asking for her favorite toy. I really don’t know why I used that tone of voice, but I think both he and I liked that unexpected theatrical interpretation, worthy of a pornographic film.

Lucas wasn't going to hold out much longer and, sure enough, after ten or twelve jolts to his throbbing cock, he let out a loud snort and... prize!

The first jet of cum went straight into my mouth. It came out so hard and so hard that it hit the roof of my mouth, forcing me to close my lips. Right after, I received a second and a third jet of hot milk. The truth is that, with those first three blows, my oral cavity filled with semen and I had to take out my cock to be able to breathe freely. But, luckily or unfortunately, that cock didn't intend to stop spitting. The following jets, although a little weaker, caught me off guard and fell on my face and breasts.

I was quite surprised by the huge amount of semen he unloaded, but I didn't mind at all. Quite the opposite, in fact. I wanted that penis to continue unloading everything it had inside me, so I kept jerking it off for another minute until I was sure I had extracted every last drop of that nectar.

When that cock, not to call it a jet, finally stopped gushing milk, we looked at each other and he snorted with satisfaction, giving me a smile. The most sincere smile of all, the one after a good blowjob.

With a gesture, Lucas pointed to my partially cum-covered face, as well as my tits and neck. Ignoring his instructions, I opened my mouth and showed him the amount of cum in it, which was not insignificant. Without thinking twice, I swallowed it, exaggerating the noise with my throat, something that surprised and delighted him in equal parts.

The truth is that I didn't usually do it. In fact, apart from a few times in my crazy youth, I had only done it to my husband a few times and quite a long time ago, almost when we were newlyweds. And in that case, I did it for love, basically. But at that moment, in that city, in that bathroom and with that man, I did it out of pure lust. I wanted to taste and savor everything that came out of that man's penis. My body was asking for it.

With my index finger I collected each and every drop and trickle that splashed my body, and immediately took them to my mouth and swallowed them too. All while looking into his eyes.

But it tasted really good. Much tastier than anything I had ever had before. It even crossed my mind that I could get used to that sweet and sour taste without any problem.

—My God, Lucas, how long has it been since you unloaded? —I said, licking my lips, still surprised by the copious amount of semen I had received.

—A few days, actually.

"Well, it was really nice," I said as I grabbed his penis again to finish cleaning it. He didn't recognize me saying those things about his semen, although that's how it felt.

—I'm glad you like it —he laughed, amused.

Suddenly, he picked me up, took the candy out of my mouth, and planted a kiss on my lips, which still tasted like himself.

—I'm staying at a hotel next door. I need to repay you for the pleasure you've given me, Laia.