High school graduation was the last time I’d been in my hometown. That was a full decade ago. This year, though, my sister is getting married, and my usual excuses to avoid going back weren’t going to cut it. I was tapped for all sorts of pre-wedding nonsense. That’s how I found myself standing at the curb outside of my old city’s airport before dawn — stranded because of a sudden taxi strike.

Could I have called my family? Sure. Did I want to? Not really.

I weighed my options. Turning around and flying right home — my current home, that is — came to mind, then someone called my name: “Riley!”

I turned around and nearly smacked into my high school boyfriend, who’d clearly just flown in from who knows where.

“Theo!” I screeched.

It had been a long time since I’d last seen him, but my pussy still had a sort of Pavlovian reaction to his presence. One whiff of his scent — a mix of spicy sandalwood and crisp wintergreen — and my cunt was already wet.

When I mentioned I’d be around for a while — and casually remarked that my hotel room wouldn’t be ready for a few hours — Theo invited me to grab some breakfast with him. But I politely declined.

“At least come to my place for a cup of coffee then,” he suggested.

Jackpot. That sounded a lot more appealing than sitting in a diner — because I had an appetite for something other than food!

Thirty minutes later, we were standing in his kitchen watching the sunrise as a percolator bubbled away on the stove.

Theo shut the range and softly said, “I miss you, you know. Everyone does.”

The words hung in the air between us like fog.

I shrugged and said, “I’m here now.”

Something shifted between us, and the atmosphere of the room changed. I opened my mouth to speak and clear the tension, but Theo cut me off with an unexpected kiss. One that took my breath away.

Theo’s lips on mine opened the floodgates. That passionate lip-lock caused memories and emotions I’d long suppressed to bubble to the surface.

He was wearing a button-down shirt, which I hurried to open as quickly as I could.

It sure didn’t feel like ten years had passed. In my mind, I was transported to the bed of Theo’s old pickup, listening to the strains of the town’s Top 40 station blaring from the truck’s tinny speakers.

While I rolled Theo’s shirt over his shoulders and down his biceps, he was busy opening the buckle on his belt.

A surge of excitement coursed through my veins. It spurred me forward, urging me to move faster, so we could get to the good parts. I dove beneath Theo’s hands and ripped open the zipper on his work-worn jeans. By then, he had gotten his belt out of the way, leaving nothing to keep the pants from falling past his muscular thighs.

Finally, all that remained was his boxers. The pattern adorning the fabric was new to me, but I saw that Theo still favored the same loose-fitting style he’d worn so many years ago. The material was tented at its center, stretched to capacity by a towering tumescence I couldn’t wait to get my hands on.

I popped open the single button that secured his fly and reached in to free his impressive erection.

“Yum, yum,” I whispered. I looked up at Theo and asked, “Mind if I have a lick?”

He gulped hard and nodded before admitting, “I’d like that. Please do.”

I was charmed by his unshakeable country manners. Even with a raging hard-on, Theo remained impossibly polite. Of course, I made it my mission to break through his respectable veneer — one devastating lick at a time.

Theo kicked off his sneakers and shimmied the rest of the way out of his pants before hopping up onto the counter.

I held the base of his dick in my fist and lowered my head until my lips were but a whisper away from his crown.

“I am so glad you found me,” I said in a voice trembling with arousal.

I released a hot puff of air, and I knew Theo felt my teasing heat because a strangled groan escaped his lips.

“Do you like that?” I asked. I directed my question at his dick, so my flirtatious words would treat him to another warm burst of breath.

“Yes! Yes, I like it!”

Theo’s typical composure was starting to slip, which gave me a thrill. He combed his fingers through his hair and sucked in a shaky breath.

“Riley,” he groaned.

I could tell he wanted to say more, but I’d already driven him to distraction. Theo had long been my erotic muse, and for the first time in a long time, I was feeling seriously inspired. I swiped my tongue along the full length of his rod and sucked him down until my lips grazed his taut balls.

“Holy moly!” he shouted.

Disappointed that his words were still G-rated, I calculated my next move. Theo wasn’t much of a cusser, but I wanted to make him swear like a sailor.

Cradling his junk in my hand, I ducked lower and lapped at the sensitive swath of skin below his balls.

“Jesus, Riley!” he panted.

I felt a subtle throb in his steely cock. Instinctively, I smiled but there was no time to rest on my laurels. Theo scooched forward as if begging me for more with his body language. He was perched on the very edge of the counter, which gave me a wicked idea. With a little maneuvering, I was able to wriggle my tongue between his cheeks and swipe his asshole, which made him shout, “Holy fuck!”

You learn something new every day. Apparently, an unexpected rimjob was all that it took to make Theo instantly fall to pieces. I filed away that tidbit of information and hoped I’d one day need it again.

My mouth watered as I lapped at his asshole, my tongue liberally painting his rear opening with saliva as he continued to moan my name. I was attempting to wriggle into his backdoor when stopped me.

“You drive me wild,” Theo growled as he slid off the counter. He pulled me up and pounced, leaning me against the kitchen island and trapping me between his two muscular arms. “It’s my turn, you dirty girl.”

Then he kissed me. It wasn’t a frenzied expression of pent-up lust like our earlier smooch. This one was a deep, probing declaration of inextinguishable passion.

When I moaned, Theo’s tongue slipped between my lips to tangle with my own. He stroked me in the most intimate manner, evoking incendiary memories of our previous amorous encounters.

Just as the atmosphere of lust clouding the room threatened to swallow me up, Theo broke the kiss and slithered down my torso. He nuzzled my mound, and his nose even grazed the top of my clit through my thin spandex lounge pants.

“You smell like heaven,” he sighed. “Even better than I remembered.” His callused fingers curled around the waistband of my pants. “I wonder if you taste the same.”

I countered, “There’s only one way to find out.”

Younger Theo might have chided me for my saucy reply. This man, though, held himself with an air of self-assurance that wouldn’t waver, especially not when there was a hot, wet pussy to be had. He had better things to do with his mouth than to spar with me, a fact for which I would become very grateful.

Theo whipped my pants down my legs and tossed them somewhere near the sink. Then he confessed, “I still crave you sometimes.”

I couldn’t help myself and replied, “Have your fill then.”

As he knelt before me, he looked up and locked eyes with me for a brief moment before turning his attention to my skimpy undies. He steadfastly pulled them down my hips and off my legs until I was naked from the waist down — with the exception of the flats on my feet. He leaned forward and planted a cunt-tingling kiss on my clit.

“Oh God!” I gasped in anticipation of the pleasure that would soon come.

Age and experience had enhanced Theo’s oral abilities considerably. I’m not often rendered speechless, and yet he’d managed to make it happen. As his tongue rolled over my clit, all words escaped me.

He drove two fingers into my pussy and pumped, pulling a raw moan from my throat. My hips bucked as my cunt demanded more friction — and more pleasure — from Theo’s lips. It was an instinctive response born from an insatiable need.

Driven by an appetite that would no longer be ignored, he matched my eagerness with a wanton sensuality of his own. His tongue repeatedly traced circles over my clit, while his pumping digits diligently sought my G-spot. He massaged me from the inside out, stoking the fire that raged between us until my climax washed over me and dragged me under. The sudden burst of pleasure temporarily silenced me, and I grabbed hold of my breasts as if they could keep me tethered to Earth.

I gasped and ultimately found my voice, chanting, “Theo, Theo, Theo!”

After so many years of never allowing his name to fall from my lips, it seemed to be all I could say at the moment. It sounded so good hearing his handle spoken in my own sultry voice.

He lifted his head and licked his pussy-flavored lips as he told me, “I’m not done with you yet, darling.”

Gloriously naked, Theo hurried from the room for a moment. In no time flat, he returned with a condom which he rolled over his rod. I jumped up, sat on the counter and spread my legs wide. The crown of his latex-covered cock was circling my pussyhole, thoroughly coating itself in my freely flowing honey.

I was impatient and pleaded with him to fuck me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked my ankles at the small of his back, pulling him closer.

“Don’t make me beg!” I said.

I bucked my hips toward him, and he reached under my thigh to hold his cock and direct it at his soupy target. I began to hum the melody of our favorite makeout song from so long ago — but Theo sealed his sensual lips over mine and swallowed my serenade.

I tasted my own essence on his tongue.

He started pumping his hips, pistoning his dick in and out of my molten cunt, and suddenly, nothing else mattered.

Years of untended affection were channeled into that passionate encounter, making it a lifelong memory.

I knew it wouldn’t be long before another orgasm hit me, and Theo seemed to be on the verge of blowing his load, too. He fucked me hard, and one of my hands flailed along the counter, knocking a canister of kitchen tools to the floor. The spatulas and spoons hit the tiles just as we found our release together — offering a burst of sound to go with our internal explosions.

After our final orgasmic spasms faded, Theo enveloped me in his arms and whispered, “Stay with me.”

So I did — for the rest of my trip, that is.