Sometimes the universe smiles on you. Recently, I was stuck at the airport waiting out a long layover. After several books and magazines failed to hold my attention, I headed to the airport bar for two of my favorite activities — drinking on my boss’ dime and people-watching.

I’d just taken a sip of my drink when I heard someone calling my first name. Since I was in an airport, I’d initially ignored it, assuming the person was bellowing for someone else. But then the man’s voice got louder and closer, and the guy tapped me on the shoulder.

I turned and found myself face-to-face with Ted, my college fuck buddy. He still looked exactly as I’d remembered him: tan, lean and unshakably confident. A quick glance at his left hand revealed no wedding ring on his finger, and my mind immediately began to calculate how long I had before my flight boarded.

Confident I had time to chat — and indulge in a quickie — I greeted him with a smile and offered him the empty seat next to me. As we sat there catching up, we both leaned in close, almost as though some invisible force were pulling us together. When Ted’s knee brushed against mine a third time, I was certain he felt the same sexual tension I did.

I glanced around, making sure no one else was within earshot before asking, “Want to take this reunion somewhere more private?”

His smile was exactly as I remembered. It lifted his chiseled cheekbones and made his eyes sparkle, elevating him from hot guy to god-like in no time at all.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he said. “Family bathroom in five?”

I nodded and turned back to the bar, eager to grab the gin slinger’s attention so I could settle our tab and focus on reacquainting myself with Ted.

Finally, I was free to leave and meet my sure thing. My heart pounded as I knocked on that bathroom door. Fortunately, Ted was quick to let me in. I’d barely finished my second knock when the door opened and a large, tanned hand darted out and pulled me inside.

Ted locked the door behind us, then he pushed me against it. His lips hovered over mine as he said, “Let’s see if your moans sound like I remember.”

He skimmed his hands up the sides of my torso, slowly lifting my shirt with his palms. When the hem passed my breasts, he took the fabric in his fist and whipped the garment over my head.

“Goddamn, your tits look incredible!” he declared.

Ted cupped my breasts through the silky cups of my bra and told me, “I can’t wait to close my lips around those perfect, pink nipples again.”

Even with my bra on, Ted was able to pinpoint the exact location of those pebbled nubs he remembered so fondly. His thumbs rubbed against them, making them grow as hard as little diamonds.

“Let’s get this out of the way,” Ted said as he reached behind my back to unhook my bra. Just like in college, all

it took was a quick twist of his fingers

and flick of his wrist to make the clasps

open and the cups to fall forward.

Then he tugged the bra down my arms and tossed it onto the sink along with my shirt.

“Oh yes, I’ve missed you,” Ted groaned when my nipples came into view. He cupped my breasts and lifted them to nuzzle them. His tongue darted out, flicking at one turgid bud before he turned his attention to the other. Then he parted his lips and sucked one nipple rhythmically.

I’d forgotten how gifted Ted’s mouth was. He suckled so hard his cheeks grew hollow, accentuating the angular lines of his handsome face.

My arousal was acute; it was getting more and more difficult to hold back my moans, so I didn’t. Ted still knew how to push my buttons. But just when I thought I’d let out a scream that would give us away, he released my nipple from his mouth with a pop.

Of course, he wasn’t done yet. He turned his head and moved to my other breast. Having switched targets, Ted chose to lick me into oblivion. He lapped at my second nipple with his attentive tongue. Around and around he went, teasing it and making me squirm.

Craving a bit of friction, I trapped one of his legs between my own, then I rocked my hips against his sculpted thigh. As I humped his muscular leg, I became keenly aware of how wet my panties were. And the more I rubbed against Ted, the better I felt.

Ted dropped his hands to my hips and stilled them, pulling his mouth away from my tits to scold, “Don’t you go getting yourself off without me.”

Ted pinned my hips against the cool door, then he curled his fingers into the elastic band on my leggings and said, “Now I want to see the rest of your pink parts.”

Ted dropped to his knees, taking my pants down with him.

He traced his fingers over the front edges of my red lace thong, tickling me with his touch. Instead of pulling my undies down right away, he stroked my clit through the paper-thin material, which was already soaked.

“Well, well,” Ted murmured. “Still a gusher, I see.”

Without warning, he shoved the fabric to the side, exposing as much of my pussy as he could. He trailed his tongue along my cleft, licking my slit from top to bottom.

It felt so good to have Ted’s head between my legs again. I wiggled my hips, grinding my cunt against his mouth. His tongue was soon poised below the opening of my pussy, so dangerously close to where I desperately wanted him to go.

Ted’s tongue circled my hole, teasing me with the promise of penetration. My body was more than ready to take him in. I felt even more juice dripping from my core, getting me good and ready to take some former fuck buddy dick.

“Dear God, you are delicious,” he murmured, his head still between my thighs.

I continued to grind my cunt against his handsome face, smearing the evidence of my arousal on his lips and chin. I tried to throw my head back, but I only rapped it against the metal door with a dull thud. I hoped no one noticed outside!

A loud moan was building in my throat and threatening to escape, and I tugged my bottom lip between my teeth to muffle myself. There was no way I wanted to break up our little rendezvous before we fucked. I was going to hold back my screams — even if I had to bite my own tongue to stay silent.

Then Ted upped the ante as he licked his way to my throbbing clit. He sealed his soft lips around that button, torturing me with a rapid-fire series of soft flicks. It was overwhelming, maddening and everything I’d hoped. Try as I might, it seemed impossible for me to stay still and I writhed wildly. Every tap of Ted’s tongue stoked the flames of my desire, pushing me hard and fast toward an explosive finish.

That first orgasm hit me hard, and I felt my whole body sliding down the door as I collapsed in a puddle of pleasure. Waves of bliss buoyed me, carrying me somewhere far away as I shivered with erotic delight.

When I caught my breath, my eyes fluttered open. I found Ted standing at full height in front of me. That sly smile I’d rhapsodized about earlier was bigger than ever, and damn, if it didn’t make the pulse in my pussy pick up all over again.

“I’m not done with you yet,” Ted said. “Grab the sink and thrust that pretty ass out at me. I want to be able to see your face in the mirror while I fuck you.”

I gripped the edge of the shallow porcelain sink and leaned over, presenting him with my shapely butt. Ted stepped up behind me. One of his feet slid between my own. He wiggled it from side to side, forcing me to widen my stance.

Once Ted was satisfied, he popped the buckle on his belt, opened up his jeans and let everything fall to the floor. He grabbed my hip with one hand to steady me and used the other to guide his hard cock into my pussy. The flared head pressed against my entrance, opening me gradually as he sank into my molten pink center.

But he was moving too slowly for my taste. I had an orgasm to snatch and a plane to catch. I thrust my hips back and impaled myself on his thick shaft. Oh God, he felt as good as I remembered. Ted filled me up to the point that even the slightest movement triggered ripples of pleasure inside my pussy.

Ted took my cue and picked up his speed, pounding into me until we were both panting. I saw my breasts jiggling in the mirror, and judging by the angle of Ted’s eyes, he was watching them move, too. We each let out a long, loud groan when we came, letting out years of pent-up sexual desire.

We hurriedly dressed and said goodbye, and I made it to my gate with seconds to spare. The attendant clearly mistook my flushed cheeks and unkempt hair as a sign that I’d run through the airport to catch my plane.

As she ushered me along with a smile and some kind words, I took great pleasure in knowing that my disheveled appearance was all thanks to an old college friend, who still had the power to rock my world.