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I moved into a Town House in a new area after my divorce. Soon after I needed an electrician to undertake some repairs to a fan in the bedroom. Not knowing anybody, I went on-line to see who was available and selected a local contractor.A few hours later there was a ring on the door bell and obviously the electrician.I opened the door to see what I believed to be a familiar face.“My God is that you, Mike,” I exclaimed.“Jan,” was his reply.I was a little flustered as the memories of another time flooded back. Mike and I had been very intimate friends as teens and had a falling out and we parted, not exactly the best of friends.“I believe you called for an electrician.” He stammered, obviously as shocked as I was to see him.“Come in, it is so nice to see you agai,.” I said recovering my composure quickly.“I hope you can fix fans,” I said trying to make conversation.“Fans and broken hearts,” he said cheekily.Mike and I had been lovers and had fallen out one evening ten years earlier when I found him fucking Sue, one of my best friends. I lost my cool and ended our relationship.Sue now lived locally, and she and I had become friends again.The memories of those days had come flooding back. I was flustered.Mike followed me into the bedroom.I know he would have remembered Sue.In an effort to make conversation I said, “Do you remember Sue, she now lives locally.”“How is she? Has she weathered as well as you have? “Mike said with a smile.“If that was meant to be a complement, thank you. She is married now and has two kids. You may also remember Eddy, she married him after she got pregnant to him and that was that.”There wasn’t a girl in the district Eddy had not slept with; and was envied by every male.“The ceiling fan fell last night. It scared the daylights out of me when it happened,” I told him.“How about your husband?” I replied.“I don’t have one any more. We have broken up and divorced over a year ago,” I explained.“I am sorry to hear that,” he added.“Don’t be; he was a bastard. I wanted kids and he wouldn’t have a bar of them. Apart from that he was an alcoholic. He gave me bruises instead,” I explained.“How about you? How many kids do you have,” Jan asked.“Would you believe none, that I know of. You know after we had that bust-up I joined the services, learned a trade, then left when my time was up and joined an airline as an electrical engineer and travelled the world. I never found anybody that I wanted to marry. I am still single.”Then he changed the subject and began to ask about the ceiling fan.He told me it will take me about an hour to fix that.“How much do you estimate it will cost?” I asked.“Well for an old friend I can do a special deal. Let’s say $50 for parts etc. and the labour thrown in – for old times’ sake.” Mike said.“You were always a softy, thank you,” Jan said.Mike worked on the job for about forty five minutes and said there you are all fixed and it won’t fall again.“Thank you. Would you like a coffee before you go?” I enquired.He checked his mobile phone for his next appointment.“Thank you, that would be nice thank you. I have an hour or so to kill before my next job,” he replied and followed me out to the kitchen.“You have a nice place here. Have you been here long.” He enquired as we walked through the apartment.I had liked and loved Mike way back, so I believed I had regained a friend and began to explain.“About twelve months. I did quite well out of the divorce settlement. We didn’t live here. I had a good lawyer and he managed to screw my bastard of a husband harder than he screwed me. He was an animal and treated me the same way.”I had given him far too much information. I was now in tears.Mike was obviously listening but said nothing. I had gone this far so I was going to let it all out.“I had to get a job and he resented that because it gave me money which he denied me. He constantly accused me of having affairs. It was only after a few police visits and finally when the neighbours called them when they heard me being beaten to a pulp again, that it became so intolerable. When I was released from hospital the social worker put me in a women’s refuge and encouraged me to take a restraining order out on him as I decided to divorce him.” My tears continue to flow. explaining this to Mike.“I am sorry.” He said.“If only you hadn’t fallen for Sue. I really wanted you.” I blurted out.“I am sorry. he said. “It was a silly thing to do. It was just going to be a once off. Just to see what it was like with each other. I had no romantic feelings for Sue at all.”“I know that now,” I said.“She and I had never done it together and we were both in the mood and it just happened.” Mike explained.“That’s basically the way Sue said it was. She and I are good friends now. I was surprised when I met her in the supermarket. We had coffee later and she told me about her and Eddy and the kids. She was so upset she had broken up a lovely friendship because of what happened.”We chatted whilst we had our coffee and were beginning to relax and talk about the old days.The longer we talked and relived the old days we realised we still had a lot in common. It was then he asked.“Was I the first guy to ever have sex with you?”He obviously had his suspicions in that regard.“Yes. I loved you. That the night of the party changed all that though. After you left I let anybody who asked fuck me. I was broken hearted. Everybody knew about you and me breaking up. I didn’t care anymore. I let anybody do it with me including Eddy. With Eddy that’s what you did, just a fuck and that was that. I let him fuck me a lot.”Mike was listening and watching my every move.“I was so upset, I just did it to prove I was no different to the other girls, however I always insisted on a condom. I wouldn’t do it without one and the guys began to stop asking.Eddy never cared who it was and never refused to use a condom with me. I was beginning to enjoy it with him, it was fun.“Shit, now I know how you felt. I was a complete bastard.”Mike held his head in shame. It was obvious he was hurting.We continued chatting for a while before Mike realised he had to go to his Escort Pendik next job. I picked up the cups etc. and took them to the sink and began to wash them. Mike picked up the tea towel and began to dry the cups.I don’t know how it happened but somehow our eyes met. The chemistry still existed and we kissed. It was as if nothing had happened between the last kiss we had shared ten years earlier and now.As we embraced the passion was amazing. We broke the kiss. I was holding him tighter than I had held another man. I didn’t want him to get away again.He had his head buried in my blond curly hair as he kissed my neck as he had done all those years before. Mike was still in my arms and he lifted his head and looked into my eyes.“I still love you, you know.”“The feeling is mutual,” I replied. “Will you come back for dinner?” I asked breathlessly.“What time?” He asked.“As soon as you are finished working ring and tell me. You have my number.”As we were leaving the kitchen I led the way. Mike followed and put his arms around me from behind and hugged me again and kissed my neck. Then he put his hands up and found my hard nipples and pinched them. I only had a bra and a cotton T shirt on. They were very prominent and visible.The feeling was electric and sent sensations through my whole body and my knees almost collapsed under me. This was something he had done often previously when my breasts were forming and my nipples becoming prominent when aroused.“Oh God,” I gaspedMike laughed and said “Well that’s one thing that hasn’t changed. You loved it when I did that before. Get used to it I intend taking up where we left off my darling woman.”I turned and we kissed extremely passionately again as my hard nipples rubbed against the material of my bra. I knew what was happening was not something I had expected when I rang for an electrician, every fuse in my body was ready to blow.The sight and the smell of his body had rekindled a fire within me that had long been extinguished. I didn’t have to think. I was certain we both had the same idea. I had not had a man in my bed for over two years. We were going to go to bed that night and take up where we had left off before. This time Sue or Eddy was not going to come between us.The rest of that day was a blur. I could think of nothing else but Mike and the life I had left behind me. I only hoped he thought the same. I knew Sue would not spoil it for me this time.Back then it was teenage sex and nothing more, there was feeling between us but we were too young to really be in love, but enjoyed and experienced having the sex we did. It was fun, naughty but nice in those days, I remembered one afternoon we were playing around and he wanted to shave my pubic hair off. I relented and only allowed him to trim it short. Afterwards we both admired his handiwork. In bed that night I could not take my hand off it and I rubbed myself constantly. Eventually my orgasm overwhelmed me and I slept the sleep of an angel.After I showered ready for him, I decided that I would do everything I could to bring back happy memories. I immediately set to with my electric clippers and razor and sat down before my mirror and took to myself and shaped my rather full fair-haired bush to a trim short haired small triangle above my vagina. I carefully shaved all the hair from my labia and perineum. I didn’t want to have any little bumps for him to contend with.Even if I say so myself I did a very good job after so many years of doing nothing to it. I was sure Mike would approve.To calm myself down I busied myself cooking him a special dinner. I had no idea what he liked but as a chef I was capable of making something I was sure he would like.In the few hours since we met…and kissed I knew I wanted him in every way. My recent past was now well behind me.I had dressed and tried to look enticing.He rang and I opened the door.Mike stood there motionless. He arrived with a bunch of flowers and a bottle of Champagne. He was going to make a big impression as I had hoped.My hair was always something he admired. I had washed, dried, combed and brushed it so it fell onto my shoulders in big ringlets. I had chosen a dress to show off my attributes. I had not done that for years. My body had now filled out more than it was when I was 16. I was now a woman rather than the almost flat chested teenager he knew intimately beforeI smiled and we kissed softly as a greeting, I could smell his aftershave and like it.The smell of a beautiful meal pervaded my apartment. He had no idea I had become a very competent and masterful chef.Dinner was a most very enjoyable meal and washed down with the Champagne. The conversation centred mostly about our lives after our breakup. He explained he felt heartbroken after my reaction after I had found him in bed with Sue.Mike once again asked me about unfortunate marriage and breakup. I explained how my life had been hell. He had never met Mark, the guy I married. Mark had a motor bike accident just before our marriage and that changed his whole personality. Our honeymoon was more or less a recuperation period for him as well. As a result of his injuries he turned to alcohol and that mixed with the pain killers turned him into a violet animal, and I suffered his abuse, both physical and sexual, for a year.After the last beating when I was hospitaliszed, the social worker at the hospital made all the arrangements for me to be placed in a women’s refuge when I was discharged. The people there helped me with the arrangements to take out an apprehension order and begin the divorce procedures. Mark became uncontrollable and began to assault other people and eventually was sent to jail. Only then did I return home, and when the divorce was finalised, and the house sold, I moved here. I then began a course in cooking and became a chef and have worked in many good kitchens.He sat silently as I spoke and only offered one comment when I finished.“He must have been a real bastard.”After dinner, we sat in the lounge, and we sat side by side. It didn’t take more than a few minutes and Beykoz escort it was obvious we were both very anxious to renew our earlier efforts to reconcile and we both kissed with passion.I was obviously impatient to get things back together with us again. The Champagne was working now. I took his hand and placed it on my breast as we kissed. That was the signal he wanted. It was something he always did when we were together before, he fondled my breasts, and I loved it.“Would you like to see if that fan has fallen off the ceiling again.” I asked.Mike stood took my hand and pulled me up and we embraced again and I made moves toward the bedroom. If he was as randy as I was this wouldn’t last more than a minute or two.I had not had sex for over two years and prior to that only to be used as Mark’s cum bucket. I cannot remember the last time I actually made love. Each time my former husband wanted me he took me violently and roughly in his drunken attempt to have sex. When it happened it was brutal. It often ended in it being unsuccessful as he could not complete his desire and blamed me. It was because he was always too drunk. I then was given a beating.I was hoping this would be as we had been before. It was always tender and controlled. He always made sure I had climaxed before he did. I had never forgotten our first love making experiences together. He wanted me to be satisfied before he was. That was the way Mike was, always thinking about the other person he was with.I had no idea that my sex life would be so quickly re-established and was no longer using oral contraception. I had not been with a man since Mark and I parted.If I fell pregnant then so be it. There was no certainty that the two of us would be together in two months’ time but I certainly hoped so if I did become pregnantWhen we got to the bedroom we both undressed ourselves. He was naked before me and pulled the bedclothes back. I finished undressing and waited until he completed his bed preparation. I was not embarrassed by being naked in front of him. The last time was ten years before and I was blossoming teenager. Now I believe I had everything necessary to make a man more than happy.I stood there admiring his sun-tanned body. His body was firm and there was no excess fat anywhere on him. His erection was hard and very straight. The memories of our past came flooding back.We were ten years older now and we had both matured. His cock was bigger than I had remembered. It looked perfect. I always admired his cock before as he was one of the few guys I had seen that had been circumcised. It had never failed to satisfy me before and I was hoping it still would.He saw me admiring him.“Just stand there as you are,” he told me, as his eyes studied every inch of my body.“You look absolutely beautiful, you always did. Now you look even more stunning as a woman. I always admired your beautiful face surrounded by those golden curls. Your breasts are more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. Everything is a natural as I remember. You have trimmed and shaped yourself beautifully. That looks very fresh. I can see that beautiful well of happiness I admired and enjoyed before. Your long legs were always a thing of beauty and no girl ever got close to you in that department. I have fallen in love again.”I stood there transfixed as he described my body. Tears began to fill my eyes and run down my cheeks. I have never been admired or spoken to in such beautiful terms ever before. I went to him and we embraced naked and held him to me as my tears dripped off my face onto his shoulder. I could feel his hard cock pressed between my legs.Slowly he guided me back onto the bed and we lay together softly kissing. His hands explored my body from neck to knee and my hand sought his penis. I felt the beautiful soft skin stretched over his erect cock again after all those years. It was bigger and longer than I remembered and was perfectly shaped.In the time I was married to Mark we never made love like this. Mark demanded sex and he took it. Even in our early days I don’t believe we made love but had sex. Never in my life have I been treated as a woman of desire in the way Mike was treating me now. Even as teenagers he was kind and gentle and always ensured I was happy and comfortable before we engaged in love making. He always made sure I had climaxed before he did. He was a master of love making. It was no wonder Sue wanted him, and I know he has had other women as well since, and I know why. I envied all the woman he has made love to since we parted all those years ago. Now my patience was being rewarded and we were going to make love again.We kissed and as we did Mike began to position himself above me. I looked down at him and shuddered at the magnificent sight of his erect penis, the firm hard head of it pointing directly at my vagina. I was beginning to feel that this was going to be my first love making experience, as it had been with him all those years before. He had been the first boy to penetrate me with his penis and to provide me with my first orgasm that had not been the result of me masturbating. I had destroyed my hymen with a hair brush. I hadn’t bled when he fucked me so he had not realised his cock was the first one ever to enter me.The feeling of anticipation I had then, I was having again. The fear was gone as I had been penetrated many times since. I would not enjoy anything like what was going to happen to me in a few seconds again. This was going to be even more wonderful than the first time the two of us did this before.I felt the head of his cock gently part my outer labia lips and press against the inner lips. The memories of our first encounter came flooding back. Mike was looking down and guiding his penis into my body as he had done the first time. I had never forgotten those few minutes of our first experience. He let it remain there for a moment as he looked up at me, smiled and said.“Many happy returns.”Then slowly pressed his cock down and penetrated that part of me that had been penetrated often before, but only Cevizli escort bayan by him with care and consideration of me. When Mark entered me, it was harsh. He thrust his cock into me hard and deep without care or concern. Mike was gentler than at any time Mark had sex with me. I then realised that Mark always insisted on entering me from behind, and he didn’t care where. I could see the wonderful expression on Mike’s face as he entered me. This was lovemaking at its best. The last time I made love face to face was with Mike all those years before.Mike slowly pressed himself further and further into me. I could feel the thickness of his cock gently parting the walls of my vagina on its way deep inside me. I could feel the head of his cock pressing down and up into the parts of me that desperately needed him. He was filling the voids I had so desperately needed to be filled. I could not remember the last time I had enjoyed having a cock inside me as much as I was having this experience. Mark was so rough and aggressive and at times he hurt me and he didn’t care. He was getting what HE wanted. He had often caused me unbearable pain by constantly hitting my cervix. Now it was even better than all those years before as a teenager. I watched his face as he concentrated on what he was doing. I could see he was enjoying the feeling of having his cock back where it had been so many years earlier, and so was I.Mike looked down at me and our eyes met. He smiled.“Jan… my darling Jan, never leave me again. What I am feeling now I never believed existed. I have found the love of my life.”Tears ran down my face.“I love you too, my darling. This was meant to be. We were always meant to be together, make love to me like you have never made love to another woman.”“Thank God we have found each other again.” he whispered.Those are the most beautiful words I have heard in ten years. I believe we have found paradise together. I realise now that what we had before was wonderful, this is even more beautiful. Our bodies were meant to be as we are.Mike and I had not been making love for more than a few minutes and I soon realised this was the most beautiful sensation I had ever experienced.For the first time in my life I was making love as an adult the way it was meant to be. Previously I was just there for one purpose and it wasn’t making love like this.Mike was now beginning to thrust and withdraw using a steady rhythm and I could feel his cock doing things inside me that I had not enjoyed before.After a minute or two he again looked down at me and we kissed again. Now we were doing that a lot, soft and gently on the lips as he continued to make love with me. I had never kissed Mark when having sex… ever. It had been impossible as we never faced each other.I could feel sensations beginning to stir inside me. Sensations I had not previously felt or enjoyed. His cock was really giving me pleasure in ways I had always imagined making love would give me. It was as if I had been given a new internal mechanism to enjoy sex.I was enjoying real lovemaking for the first time, rather than savage and painful sex. As teens, it was good, but never this good. Back then we didn’t make love – we fucked.Every nerve in my body was alive and enjoying the sensations around my vagina and clitoris up to my cervix. I could feel the length and girth of his cock right up until he touched my cervix. The walls of my vagina were being stimulated like they had never been stimulated before. Previously I had been numb inside dreading the pain.He kissed my nipples and this made me shudder with delight all over. I had never had that done to me before. I was beginning a new life altogether making love. My entire body was now responding to his thrusts and gentle movements above me. Even as teenagers he was kind and gentle when we had sex and always had more consideration for the girl he was with than he did for himself. The other girls had commented on how nice it was having sex with him. I always considered what he did to me was the way everybody enjoyed sex.Soon after Mike and I broke up I began to go with any boy who asked me and experience what the other girls were experiencing with their boyfriends, we were being fucked and that was all it was. We were being used. I soon realised that was the way guys were. Basically, a girl was there to provide the ways and means of him reaching an orgasm. Apart from Mike I was not aware of any other guy who was remotely concerned about the girl cumming before him. Once the guy came – that was it. Some guys didn’t even realise girls could cum back then.We were there together and I was having one of the most wonderful experiences of my life. I had sex with Mike a few times as a teenager but it was never like this. I lay there and relaxed and let him do what he wished with me. I was virtually floating on a cloud.Mike was obviously enjoying himself with me. He was concentrating on what he was doing and it seems he was also making sure I was enjoying myself as he looked down at me a few times and blew me a kiss. His rhythm was slow and steady and with each stroke I could feel his body touch mine and this felt awesome. I guess he had been doing what we were both enjoying for about ten minutes and then he began to speed his strokes up.I looked up and asked,“Are you going to give me what I have been wanting for the past ten minutes?”“Do you want me to wait a minute?” he asked.“No. I am ready.”As I spoke the sensation of my orgasm began to overwhelm me. I had never had an orgasm with Mark. I relaxed and allowed the throes of my climax to completely overwhelm my body. It had been ten years since I had had this experience before. When the first spasm of my orgasm hit me, my whole body jerked and shook, my insides went into spasm. My body bucked and shivered with the sensation. My entire body shook almost uncontrollably. My breasts virtually bounced on my chest. My clitoris was extremely sensitive. I allowed my body to experience what I later realised was the first time I had completely allowed myself to orgasm with unrestrained abandon. I could not remember ever cumming like this before, even when I masturbated.Mike recognised the experience I was enjoying and then just began to thrust into me faster and faster. Never had I been fucked so beautifully before. This was truly an amazing experience after what I had been through with Mark.
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