A visit to Austin

For those of you who have read this blog for awhile, you know about the rekindling of a sexual relationship with my old college GF, S. We had some incredible fun last summer and I was hoping that wasn't just a one-time thing. Turns out it wasn't.

I was in Austin last October for the annual Austin Record Convention and emailed S a couple of days before to invite her out for Saturday breakfast. I told her what hotel I would be staying in (one not too far from where she lives) and what time to come by (I told her we'd take my car to the restaurant - a very cool place to have breakfast).

She called me when she got to the hotel parking lot. "I'm here. What's your room number?" I don't know if it was fate or just coincidence, but my room number at the hotel was the same number as my dorm room number in college, where S and I shared many a weekend tryst.

S knocked at the door and I let her in. I quickly closed the door and turned to meet her open arms. We hugged each other for what seemed like hours. Then suddenly a quick kiss. A longer one followed. I pushed her against the wall and kissed hard and deep...tongues frantic in their exploration of each other's mouths.

We stopped kissing long enough for S to take off her coat, then quickly moved to the bed to continue. I noticed that S was kissing me with even more passion this time than last. I didn't think too long about that as I moved my kisses from her lips to her neck and ears. I could hear (and feel) a low moan as I kissed and licked, her arms wrapped tightly around me.

I slipped my hand under S's sweatshirt and discovered she conveniently forgot to wear a bra. I cupped her left breast in my hand as I moved back and forth from kissing her mouth to her neck. Every once in awhile I'd pinch the left nipple, which drew a little whimper from S.

I shifted my body so that S could be on top, straddling me. As we switched she pulled her sweatshirt over her head and threw it to the floor. She leaned in to start kissing again, but as she did I raised up slightly to take her right nipple into my mouth. She gasped as my tongue flicked and swirled over and around that hard nipple. I moved my mouth over to her left breast and repeated the tongue attack. I knew the combination of nipple play and kisses to her neck and ears were guaranteed to make S soaking wet. While I licked and sucked her left nipple, I reached down to the crotch of her jeans. Yep...a little dampness there. I could only imagine how wet her panties were...if she were wearing any.

(to be continued)