A divorced couple who never lost their passion for one another, reunite after years apart.... Like Two Born Again VirginsIt's four thirty-eight. I can barely contain my excitement. You must be close by now. I can't sit still. I keep going to my front door, peering through the curtains only to return to the couch to try to distract myself with the TV. My pants are wet, slimy with pre-come. My pulse rate must be about 120, my breathing shallow, rapid. Can I stand this any longer? And then you are there, opening my door and stepping inside to close it behind you. The waiting is over. With our eyes glued to each other, we cross the room to meet and embrace. Mmm..... the first kiss. No need for cautious preliminaries. Our passion for one another erupts immediately in the feverishness of our searching mouths and tongues. I've asked you to wear no underthings and I can tell immediately that you have granted my request. Your breasts are free, unencumbered and awaiting my touch. As my hands roam your body I find no bump where a panty line would be. I pass my hand over the place where your thighs meet and imagine the glorious wetness that awaits me there. I feel torn between going slowly, taking time to caress every inch of you, and racing ahead to tear into you. I think "The hell with it. We'll have plenty of time for slow tenderness later." I kneel to untie and remove your shoes. Then, still on my knees, I run both hands up the insides of you thighs, stopping at the top with my thumbs in your crotch. I massage you there for a moment, but this is not enough for either of us. Gazing into your eyes, I reach for the waistband of your satin sweatpants and pull them slowly and smoothly over your bottom and down your legs. Breaking eye contact, I look straight ahead at your mound. I'm hoping to catch a glimpse of your inner labia as you lift your feet one at a time to step out of your pants. Oh sweetheart, I must take in your woman scent before I go crazy. Moving forward I kiss your thighs, then tummy and move down to nestle my face in your beautiful tan pubic hair. Once there, I inhale deeply, enjoying the wonderful musky aroma of your femaleness. Without removing my face, I bring my hand up the back of your left thigh on the inside. You move your feet apart allowing me better access. With my finger tips, I trace the crease from front to back where your thigh ends and you pubic area begins. Then I bring my fingers forward, down the middle, through your hair, lightly brushing your lips. Back and forth a few times and finally from back to front but with just enough pressure to barely part your lips. I'm not surprised to find them already moist, tiny droplets glistening in the sparse hair along your cleft. As I stand, I cup my hand, applying gentle, firm pressure between your legs. My right hand lifts the front of your blouse as my tongue leaves a trail of wetness up your tummy. I'm slightly frustrated because your shirt is still between us. You sigh and whimper as I must remove my hand from below to deal with your buttons. I lift your arms over your head, then slide my hands under your shirt to lightly caress your tummy and both breasts in that gentle teasing way. Then I move my hands to lightly tickle your arm pits. From there, I lightly drag my fingernails to your shoulder blades and then down your sides. Now I lift the shirt over your head and step back to see you there, naked at last before me. I can see the overwhelming desire in you gushing from every pore. I feel honored and flattered being wanted so badly. Stepping forward we embrace to kiss again. This time it's your hands that do the wandering. You slide them up my belly and over my chest running your fingers through the hair they find there. You pause with your palms on my ribs while you tease my nipples with your thumbs. They stiffen immediately in response to your touch. Next, you send your right hand down my tummy and into my pants. You're thrilled to find I'm not wearing underwear either. My tight curls meet your fingertips as your hand descends. And there it is. Your fingertips encounter my hardness. Starting at its base, you lightly trace it's full length along the top with two fingers. You can feel the veins, the remnants of my foreskin and ridge of my glans standing out from the rest. When you reach the tip, your finger becomes moistened by the leakage you find there. With your fingertip, you spread the slippery fluid in small circles around the opening of my urethra, finally pressing your finger into the opening to gently massage the ultra sensitive flesh just inside. All of this sends tingles and little electric shocks through my body. Now, you encircle my penis loosely with your entire hand and begin to slowly stroke it's length from tip to base. Your fingers and thumb can barely meet around its circumference. When you reach the base, you maintain contact with your thumb and three fingers as you extend your index finger to gently prod my scrotum. My knees are quivering a bit as you move your hand to tenderly cup and knead my scrotum. Then, sensing what I need, you grasp my erection and apply a moderate squeeze. I tighten the muscles in my groin causing it to swell further and move upward in your hand. I move forward to kiss you again as you release your grip and remove your hand. As we break this latest mingling of our lips and tongues I am aware that I want to feel my skin on yours. I ask "Please undress me?". You grasp my shirt and pull it quickly over my head and toss it aside. I hold my hands over my head to expose the sensitive skin of my sides to your touch. Nuzzling my neck, you tease the skin from my armpits to my waist. Then you begin to slowly kiss your way down my body. From my neck you move to my shoulder. You catch the distinct male aroma from my underarm that is uniquely me. On to my chest where you pause to nibble, suck and lick both my nipples. Down to my navel where you stop to insert your tongue for a moment. Hooking your fingers in my waistband, you pull back your face to watch my penis emerge. You can see its firm outline under the clinging fabric. Tugging downward from the sides, you let the elastic band force my erection downward. You can see the exposed base, the elastic band sliding down toward the tip where it catches on the rim just before it pops free, bobbing up and down before your eyes. It's just as you remember. Almost eight inches long, fat and rigid with that familiar banana bend from left to right. Letting my pants fall to my ankles, you can wait no longer. You bring you mouth to me while breathing in my musky aroma. You lips slide wetly along the side of my erection from tip to base and then back along the underside with the flat of your tongue. As your tongue reaches it's tip, my penis jerks involuntarily tapping your cheek and nose as it comes back down. There is a wet spot where it touched your face. You reach out to tenderly grasp and steady it. As you take hold, you see another large droplet emerge from the opening. Moving swiftly forward, you catch the droplet on your tongue and pause a moment to savor it's sweet saltiness. Waiting no longer, you engulf the head in your mouth swirling your tongue all about the sensitive underside. Your cheeks draw in as you apply suction, rewarding you with more of the succulent nectar. My knees are weak and I touch you below your jaw with both hands imploring you to stand again. Reluctantly you arise to embrace me anew as I step from my pants and kick them off to land somewhere across the room. At long last we are both nude, standing, kissing with urgent passion until we run out of breath. Taking your hand in mine, I lead you behind the couch for support. Then, with you facing the back of it, I step behind you. I ask you to lift your right leg and place your knee on the back of the couch exposing your vulva to my advance. Kissing your shoulder, I reach around you to cup your breasts. Then, as I begin to roll your nipples between my fingers, I press my hips forward, causing my turgid penis to pass between your cheeks, sliding easily across your drenched vulva until my abdomen comes to rest against your bottom. There are too many luscious sensations to count. The skin of my chest and belly against your back and butt. My hands kneading your breasts. And of course, my penis rubbing slowly back and forth between your legs as we gently rock our hips. "Enough of this" I whisper as I pull away, "Let's move to the bedroom." I follow you down the hall and hesitate in the doorway to watch you get onto my bed. I want to have a good view as you raise your leg to climb on. Knowing I'm watching, you take care to open and expose your pussy to my view. You climb onto the bed and come to rest diagonally, three quarters on your belly with your right leg straight and your left knee pulled up high.