While attending a work conference, I bumped into an old flame. It had been years since we’d last spoken. But as we chatted, it seemed just like old times.

We agreed to get drinks at the hotel bar later that night, and I’m not ashamed to admit that I counted down every minute until we would meet again. I even ducked out of my last panel a bit early, so I could freshen up first.

When I arrived at the bar, Eric was already there. Initially, his back was to me, giving me an opportunity to admire him before he was aware of my presence. The sleeves of his striped button-down shirt were rolled up to his elbows, exposing his muscular forearms. His thick, capable fingers were curved around a cut crystal tumbler holding dark liquid over ice — bourbon, if memory served.

I let myself briefly fantasize about how Eric might taste if I kissed him right then and there. The fiery essence of the bourbon would linger on his lips and tongue. His corded arms would circle my waist, pulling me close enough to feel his rapidly hardening cock.

“Ava!” Eric shouted as soon as he caught sight of me. He waved me over to join him at the bar. “I’m so glad you came.”

He wound his arm around my shoulder and drew me in to kiss my cheek.

I breathed deeply, taking in the scent of his familiar citrus and sandalwood cologne.

We settled on stools next to one another, and Eric waved for the bartender.

“One vodka tonic, please. No lime,” he told the booze-slinger.

“You remember my drink!” I exclaimed. That surprised me.

“I remember a lot of things,” he said with a sly wink. He leaned in closer to add, “Things that aren’t appropriate to discuss in public. But I could show you later.”

He traced the edge of my sleeve, skating his finger along the sliver of skin visible between the cuff and my watch.

The bartender quietly placed a highball glass in front of me.

I took a sip from the cold cocktail, keeping my eyes firmly trained on Eric’s. Taking my time to respond, I placed the glass back down on the bar and trailed my finger over its rim.

“Name the time and place,” I said. “I’ll be there.”

He slid a small envelope toward me that contained a keycard for his room.

“Finish your drink, and meet me upstairs,” he told me.

Eric tossed back the last of his bourbon. The first few buttons of his shirt were open, giving me a glimpse of his chest. I remembered dipping my tongue into the hollow at the base of his neck and found myself longing to do it again. He used to love when I would nibble along his collarbone. I found myself wondering if he would still grunt and gasp the same way in response to my teasing teeth.

“Don’t leave me waiting,” he said with a smirk.

And just like that, I found myself alone at the bar, one room key richer.

I forced myself to finish my drink at a fairly respectable pace. Although I wanted to slam it back, I also didn’t want to appear too eager. After several minutes had passed, I left a tip at the bar and headed upstairs.

By the time I reached the door of Eric’s room, my pussy and thighs were already slick with moisture. Fuck, I wanted him badly.

Fortunately, I wasn’t the only one who’d grown impatient. The second the lock released, Eric ripped open the door, reached into the hall and pulled me inside.

“What took you so long?” he asked, seeming a little breathless.

I tossed the keycard and my purse on a nearby table, but I had no time to answer him. Eric’s mouth was already moving over my neck. As we clumsily inched toward the bed, he flicked open the buttons on my shirt one by one, gradually revealing my sheer bra.

He kissed a meandering path down the valley between my breasts. When he reached its center, and we arrived at the bed’s side, he lingered for a moment, rocking his head from side to side.

“I’ve missed this,” he said.

His breath warmed my skin, and my whole body sang. It was as if no time had passed at all.

“I’ve missed you,” I replied. “Let me show you how much.”

Grabbing hold of his starched shirt, I flopped onto the bed and pulled him down with me. Rolling on top of him, I found myself exactly at eye level with the little hollow I’d earlier longed to lick. Of course, I indulged myself. Then I moved down lower, releasing one button after another to reveal his muscular torso.

A trail of hair rose up from Eric’s waistband. I brushed my fingers down it before opening up his belt and slacks.

Eric’s erection strained against his briefs. His cock pitched the material like a tent. That was enough of an invitation for me. I slipped my fingers inside the Y-front fly and grabbed his rigid rod. I stroked his shaft from top to bottom, longing to once again feel his silken skin against my tongue.

For the first time in a long time, Eric and I were together again. I could run my tongue over every inch of his body, and I knew just where I wanted to start.

I tugged down Eric’s briefs and released his erection. It stood tall and hard, as if beckoning me to taste him. I wrapped my fingers around the sturdy base and directed the domed head to my lips. A small bead of pre-come sat perched at the tip, sparkling like morning dew. I flicked away the droplet with the tip of my tongue and hummed approvingly.

I savored Eric’s unique flavor — an explosion of sweet, salty and sour notes burst across my tongue — and his taste was exactly as I remembered. I lapped a path up the underside of his dick, knowing that would likely cause him to release even more delicious nectar.

Eric trembled, breathing erratically as I teased him with my tongue. Even after so many years apart, I still knew exactly how to rev his engine, and that felt good.

I caressed his dick, trailing my fingernails over the sensitive skin of his rod as I journeyed from the top to the bottom and back again.

He uttered my name through gritted teeth.

If he liked simple brushes of my fingers, nails and tongue, surely he’d love it even more when I deep-throated his dick — just like he did in the good old days.

I opened my mouth and enveloped Eric’s dick. Inch by inch, I swallowed him, not stopping until the tip of his shaft tapped the back of my throat and he groaned and gasped my name.

Fuck, I loved hearing him lose control like that. When he uttered my name, his voice dripped with reverence and naked desire. I vowed to make my name fall from his lips many more times that evening.

I cradled Eric’s balls in my palm and brushed my thumb over his sac, making him tremble anew and pound his fist against the bed.

However, I was just getting started.

I slid his dick from my mouth, releasing the tip from my lips with a loud pop. But before Eric could say a word, my tongue was circling the crown of his cock. I caught his eye and held his gaze while I licked all around the flared head of his shaft. I sealed my lips around his tip and sucked till my cheeks went hollow, then I moved down lower.

Eric moaned and raked his fingers through my hair. He grabbed hold of my tresses to keep my head steady as he rolled his hips and fucked my mouth.

“That’s it, Ava. Take it all,” he groaned.

His cock moved in and out of my mouth, gently grazing my teeth with every pass. Eric had gasped when they’d first scraped against his skin. His grip on my hair tightened as he tilted my head back, just a bit, allowing his dick to slip even deeper down my throat. Tugging on my head, he guided my movements as he pistoned his cock into my maw.

“Fuck! Fuck!” he cried out. He drew out the last “fuck,” making the famously short word sound multisyllabic.

The movements of his hips grew choppy, a sure sign Eric was close to erupting. Every time he drove his dick back inside my mouth, he let out a guttural grunt. When his fingers flexed against my scalp, I knew that his cream would soon be coating my tongue. I caressed his balls again, milking them and enticing them to blow their load down my throat.

When he shouted my name yet again, the booming sound of his voice seemed to echo in the tiny hotel room. The other guests could probably hear him down in the lobby, and the thought of that delighted me to no end.

After another booming groan, Eric’s come jetted from his cock. It filled my mouth and dripped down the back of my throat. I drank up all I could, but a few drops escaped my lips and ran down my chin in sticky rivulets.

When Eric was finished shooting his load, he used his hold on my hair to slowly ease his dick from my mouth. But as soon as he was free, he said, “There’s plenty more where that came from.”

He flipped me around so I was lying on my back on the mattress. He tugged at my skirt a bit before deciding it would be easier to flip it up over my hips. With that out of the way, he tore a hole in my pantyhose, creating a great big slit right over my bare pussy.

“Much better,” he said.

He plunged his still stiff dick deep into my exposed cunt, and I moaned loudly. I’d forgotten how quickly he could hop back in the saddle. But once he’d successfully jogged my memory, I settled in for a good fuck session and locked my ankles at the small of his back.

“Fuck me!” I cried.

Of course, Eric didn’t disappoint. He plowed into my pussy repeatedly, fucking me with such force that the bedframe rattled. We knocked out one orgasm after another, not stopping until we were both satisfied. We then drifted off to sleep in a sweaty, tangled heap, and when we woke up the following morning, we did it all over again.