Dear Diary

Chapter 9

Dear Diary,

For whatever reason, Bret and I had lost track of each other for about a month or so. No big deal, it's not like we are in a relationship. And we had only been together the one time.  And, I finally heard from Joseph.  He didn't forget about me when he got back from vacation.  His daughter got sick, and he had to deal with that.  I should've known he didn't forget me.  Good thing I made plans to see him last night.  But when Bret's name came up on my phone while I was at work yesterday, I didn't hesitate to answer. "Hey you! What's going on?  Haven't heard from ya in a while."

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry. What are you doing after work?"

My newly found animalistic  needs took over, "ummmm, well, how about you?"

I'm just at a point in my life where I'm just looking to have fun. I really don't want a relationship right now, but I missed sex. And Bret, he could deliver.

"That sounds about what I had in mind. See you then."

When I arrived at his house, I was greeted with, "It's about time you got here sexy. I want to fuck you so damn hard."

"Oh you will, you will. Do you mind if I use your bathroom real quick though? It was a long drive over here."

"Sure, up the stairs to the right."

"Thanks sexy," and as I walked passed him, I ran my hand over his package. I ascended the stairs and went into the bathroom. I did need to use it, but I had something else up my sleeve. As I finished washing my hands, I smirked at myself in the mirror. "This is going to be fun," I told myself as I removed my blouse, bra, and panties. "Yes," I said out loud just enough so I could hear myself, "he'll like it," and I exited the bathroom. "Bret?"

"In here, across the hall."

I walked into his bedroom, and he was laying on the bed. "I see you're almost ready," I stated.

Bret looked up and saw me standing half naked next to his bed, and immediately sat up and attacked my breasts with his mouth. He pulled away from sucking on them and said, "Mmmmm, I remember these," and then took them hostage again.

"Mmmmmm, you do huh? Do you remember this too?" and I grabbed his hand and put it between my legs under my skirt.

Bret wasted no time in squeezing me where I placed him. He moved his fingers up and down my lips, and then stuck one inside me, while still sucking on my tits. "Mmmmmm, yeah," I let out softly. He backed away, and I pulled my skirt off.

"Oh yeah, get up here. I want to eat that," he told me as he stared directly at my pussy. I crawled up on the bed and started to roll over him to lay down but he stopped me.  For a split second, I thought he had changed his mind. "No no no. I'm laying down, I want you to straddle that pussy over my face."

I smiled at him and did as he demanded of me. I was straddled over him, my knees on either side of his head, and to help hold myself up, I grabbed onto the top of his headboard. No sooner did my hands grab on, his tongue was stroking my clit, and he would alternate filling my hole up with tongue and finger. I'd feel him on occasion lightly spank me too. I have always enjoyed having a man satisfy me orally, but DAMN!  What he was doing to me.  AHHHHHHHHH!!!  I was shaking and screaming out in ecstasy. I've been eaten before but, not like this. Something about being in this position just made it feel different. Amazingly different. Then I recalled being a similar position years ago, and was wondering why I let it stop. But that thought was broken by the sensation of my thighs shaking in enjoyment, and I clamped my hands down tightly on the headboard. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum." Bret heard those words, and his tongue's teasing of my clit became quicker, and he moved his finger in and out of me as fast as he could. "Oh . . . my . . . God!" I screamed as I felt a surge of wetness push out of me.