Fabulous sex with The Woman.

The Woman is the first to talk in the elevator. Her last sentence still linger in the air. “Even crazier is that all I can think of is how much I want to fuck with you Paul.”

The crazy thing is that is also exactly what Paul is thinking. He must fuck her. She is after all his dream woman and this opportunity can’t be missed. She is older now probably around 50 years old . However considering how good she looks and how much sex Paul recently had with Mimi who is at the same age, The Woman’s age isn’t even an issue. A bigger problem could be that the last Paul heard The Woman is married or had a boyfriend. Well that is her decision and nothing that will stop him given the chance.

The elevators doors are opening up again. That brings them back from their unique moment. Paul hesitates but he has made up his mind. He must fuck GUN again. Gun Berglund the MILF from Sweden. His lover during his time in Sweden as an exchange student. His first real lover. All other women from then on are always measured and compared to Gun. Tall busty and blonde. Throw in horny and beautiful as well. Those are always the measurements that other women has to compete against.

Paul moves forward. Gun shakes her head but not in protest. Gun knows what is coming and she loves it. Paul lifts up Gun. He has her in his strong arms. She is after all 183 cm or 6’0 so it is not an easy task. Paul starts to carry Gun to her room. As he walks with her in his arms she directs him towards her room. After going left and right for a while finally they find her room number 856. Gun opens the door with her electric key. Paul continues to the big twin bed and lays Gun down in the huge bed. Only one person has been sleeping in the bed for half of the bed is still in order. That means that Gun is likely here in London alone. Good news for Paul.

Paul lays down on top of Gun. It is time for the kiss. God it’s been so long since last time. Up close Gun is even more beautiful. Her marked nose together with her long eyelashes makes her look so sexy. Thin lovely lips with a sweet smile on them. She licks her lips seductively. Nothing calculated just a normal expression from her when she prepares to kiss. When Paul hesitates she grabs his head and moves him even closer. Finally they kiss. How long has it been since last time? Doesn’t matter. They are kissing now and it feels like they both are back in the arms where they both belong.

It’s a magical first kiss. Everything in once. Passionate and full of lust. Also tender and a recognition of their past. It feels so good to kiss Gun again. How many times have Paul been dreaming about kissing her one more time. They both saver the moment. High energy but it is a slow and nostalgic kiss. It feels great to be back on top of Gun’s big breasts. Still very firm and round. Paul is very curious about how they look today. At Gun’s peak her big fabulous boobs was the best pair in the world. Playboy Playmates should have been envious of Gun’s rack if they had seen them. They were real and they were spectacular.

They continue to kiss for a very long time. Gun hands are already working the buttons of Paul shirt. Her thin lips are still claiming his in a heated kiss as she pulls him closer.

“God, you feel good. I've missed this... missed you Paul. Now get these clothes off I need to feel you against me.” Gun breaks the ice with her comment.

In her very revealing red dress Paul starts licking her deep cleavage. Gun’s huge breasts are still amazingly perky. He licks down the deep gorge and it feels just like before. Paul has through the years been obsessed with her huge round boobs. Now he can finally play with them again. They are still spectacular.

Gun arches her back. She is letting her fingers thread through his blonde hair as he explores the deep valley between her huge breasts. The silky fabric of Gun’s dress is already damp from Paul’s eager mouth and a shiver runs through her.

“You always did know exactly where to start Paul. But this dress is getting rather restrictive darling. Help me out of it.”

Paul gets off Gun a little as he removes his shirt. She rolls over to lay on her front. It opens at the back. Her fit gorgeous body is still perfect. Paul gets more aroused as he admires her beauty even if she is fully dressed. Her round perfect muscular ass is outstanding. It is very obvious that Gun is going commando. Paul starts unzipping her and he comments her dress code. Paul tells her.

“Gun red has always been your color. Your long blonde hair goes perfectly with a red outfit. I see you still go commando. Love it and very daring.”

Gun feels the cool air from the hotel's air conditioning kiss her newly exposed skin as the back of her dress falls open. Gun watches Paul’s blue eyes darken with appreciation. His hands are warm and sure as they work the zipper. The sound is loud in the quiet room. Gun stretches languidly against the crisp sheets the movements making the red fabric pool around her slim waist. She tells Paul.

“Flattery will get you everywhere especially when it's true. I've always believed in dressing for the occasion, and today’s occasion felt like it required a little boldness.”

Gun props herself up on her elbows. Her long blonde hair is spilling over her shoulders as she gives Paul a slow knowing smile. The way Paul is looking at her that hungry focus sends a hot pulse straight through Gun’s core.

“And commando? It's not just daring, it's efficient. Less to remove when I find myself in exactly this kind of situation.”

Gun reaches out. Her fingers are tracing the hard line of Paul’s abdomen. She is feeling the muscles tense under her touch. Guns’s own breathing is starting to come a little faster. Her anticipation a sweet thick ache. She continues.

“Now are you going to just stand there admiring the wrapping. Or are you going to help me finish unwrapping this gift?”

It is still morning. Gun and Paul bumped into each other in the elevator at the hotel Gun is staying at. Totally random meeting. Paul speaks.

“You know I will help you. But I am savoring this moment. Please let me enjoy your gorgeous body slowly revealing itself. “

Paul kicks off his shoes and quickly removes his trousers. He is now naked except for his boxers. Gun is definitely noticing his huge bulge.

The morning light filters through the sheer hotel curtains casting a soft glow across the bed where Gun lays. The red silk of her dress a vivid splash against the white linen. Gun watches Paul undress. Her gaze is lingering appreciatively on the familiar athletic lines of his body. Especially the way Paul’s muscles move with such easy grace. And yes Gun eyes drop to that prominent bulge in Paul’s boxers. A slow warm smile spreading across Gun’s thin sexy lips as a flood of very specific and very pleasant memories resurfaces.

“I remember exactly what you're packing, Paul. It's been a while, but some impressions are very permanent.”

Gun sits up fully. She is letting the open back of the red dress gap wider. The cool air a sharp contrast to the heat building inside her. With a deliberate slow motion Gun shrugs the silky straps off her shoulders and the bodice is loosening. She doesn’t break eye contact as she lets the top of the dress fall, pooling around her thin waist. Gun is finally freeing her huge breasts to the cool air and Paul’s hungry gaze. She speaks again. Her dark voice is extremely sexy and warm.

“There. Something to look at while you savor Paul. “

Gun feels her big nipples harden instantly. It is both from the temperature and the intensity of Paul’s stare. She arches her back slightly. It is a silent invitation. Gun is letting Paul see the full heavy curve of her huge breasts. They are still so perky and defiant against gravity. A soft throaty laugh escapes her.

“But I'm afraid you've only gotten halfway to the prize. This damn dress is clinging to my hips like it's jealous. Your hands were so good with the zipper… think you can manage the rest? I'm feeling a little trapped here, and I'd much rather be skin to skin with you darling.”

Paul just stares at her amazing breasts. They defy Newton’s law of gravity. So heavy and yet so perky. He starts to salivate at the sight of her huge knockers. Gun is showing a lot of her long slender legs. Fabulous legs. Gun is a very tall woman at 182 cm. A very impressive height. Paul loves tall women.

Paul then removes her shoes. Then he starts moving her red dress down. It is a bit difficult around her broad hips but after that it is an easy job. Gun is now naked in bed. Paul is almost afraid of looking at her. It feels like too much. So long since last time.

Gun watches Paul’s expression shift from hunger to something almost reverent as the last of the silk slides down her long legs and is kicked aside. The cool air washes over every inch of Gun. But the heat in Paul’s blue eyes is a tangible blanket. She stretches her slender long legs out pointing her toes. Gun is fully aware of how the movement elongates her fit body for Paul’s close inspection. She whispers to Paul.

“Don't be afraid to look. I want you to see me. All of me.”

Gun reaches down. Her hands are sliding over the flat plane of her flat stomach up to cup the heavy weight of her huge breasts. She is lifting them slightly. Gun’s thumbs brush over her stiff nipples and she lets out a soft shuddering sigh. She continues to whisper. Her eyes are now watching Paul very carefully.

“God, I've missed this. I missed you looking at me like I'm the only woman in the world. Now come here. Those boxers have been a nuisance long enough.”

Paul can’t believe how good Gun looks. She looks exactly the same as last time. His memory of her outstanding body is extremely detailed and very accurate. She is still clean shaven and her beautiful pussy looks inviting and ready. Big juicy pinkish pussy lips. However one thing has to be changed. Paul actually leaves Gun alone in the bed. Instead of being upset or worried Gun just starts smiling. She understands what is going on. Paul is getting her high heels to wear all the time while they fuck.

Gun hears the soft click of the closet door and a knowing deep smile spreads across her beautiful face. She settles back against the pillows. Gun crosses her ankles then slowly part her long legs. She is letting the morning light illuminate everything Paul is about to return to. She looks totally relaxed but she also looks very horny. She speaks to him.

“You always did understand the dress code perfectly. A girl should never be completely naked. Not when she has the right accessories.”

The anticipation curls low in Gun’s belly. It is hot and insistent. She runs a hand through her long blonde hair spreading it out on the pillow like a halo. Gun’s other hand drifts down. Her fingertips are skimming her inner thigh. But Gun stops short. She is saving that for Paul. She continues to talk.

“Don’t keep me waiting too long. The view is nice from here but it’s better with you in it Paul. Haven’t seen you chiseled body in a while you know.”

Paul has found a black pair of high heels. He gently puts them on her feet. Gun shivers with delight. Then Paul climbs into the bed and gets on top of Gun. His kiss is passionate and very deep. They share a lot of tongue and moisture. Now he is no longer in the remembrance phase anymore. It’s time to get going.

Paul’s kiss is deep and claiming. It is exactly what Gun needed. She lets herself melt into it for a moment. Her hands are roaming over Paul’s broad shoulders down his back. But then Gun pushes back gently. She is breaking the kiss with a soft breathless laugh. Her beautiful blue eyes are sparkling. She continues.

“Wait. Not yet Paul.”

Gun shifts under Paul. She is moving her hips so she can hook her high heels around his waist. The sharp points of the stilettos a delicious dangerous pressure against his skin. The feeling of the shoes and the height they give her together with the power it gives completes Gun. She speaks again.

“I want to see you. All of you Paul. Exactly like you saw me.”

Gun hands go to the waistband of Paul’s boxers. Her fingers are slipping underneath to find the hot hard length of Paul. She gives a slow deliberate tug pulling the fabric down. As they finally come off Gun lets her gaze sweep over Paul. She is taking in every detail of his muscular frame. Especially his very impressive arousal. Seeing Paul’s huge cock again turns Gun on like never before. It was and perhaps still is her favorite tool after all. Back in the day Gun was obsessed with Paul’s huge cock.

“Perfect. Just as I remembered.” Gun sounds very very pleased.

Now Gun pulls Paul back down to her. Gun’s high heels still locked around Paul. She is guiding him into position. She tilts her head. Her thin sexy lips are finding his ear.

“Now… let's stop remembering and start feeling.”

Paul kisses Gun again deeply. Next he starts kissing her neck and chin. The he licks her areola and he knows how sensitive she is there. He nibbles on her swollen big nipple before he sucks on her huge boob. Gun moans. She is getting seriously aroused. Paul takes a big part of huge boob in his mouth. Great feeling. He starts talking to Gun.

“I like your eagerness Gun. But I think I need to warm you up. Especially your tight pussy needs tender care. You seem to have forgotten about my size. How much you normally struggles. Let me take care of you Gun.”

Paul then licks her flat belly and his tongue plays with her bellybutton. He is getting close and he can smell her arousal and feel the heat from her pussy.

A sharp gasp escapes Gun as Paul suck on her big nipple. The sensation is sending a jolt straight to her core. Paul’s words are a taunt. But they’re also true. The memory of that initial hard struggle makes her clench in anticipation. Gun talks to Paul.

“Struggle? I call it a worthy challenge. And I’ve never forgotten your size, Paul. It’s been a… persistent thought. I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night aroused bye my dream. Usually it features your massive dick.”

Paul’s tongue on her belly makes Gun shudder. Her muscles there tightening. She can feel the heat radiating from herself. The scent of Gun’s arousal fills the space between them is thick and inviting. Her high heels dig into the mattress for leverage.

“But if you insist on warming me up Paul don’t tease. Dive in. I’m already dripping for you. Frankly I’d rather feel that talented tongue than hear it talk.”

It is a musky wonderful smell that welcomes Paul. Gun is partly right. Her pussy is a bit wet. But Paul wants it to be soaking wet. His tongue is the first thing that touches Gun’s pussy. Her labia lips are swollen and are looking amazing. He licks and sucks her cunt. Great taste. He drenches her pussy with his moist. Gun is moaning more and more. Finally he slides a finger up into her pussy. He starts to stretch Gun out. Widening her.

The first touch of Paul’s tongue is like a spark on dry tinder. Gun arches off the bed with a sharp gasping cry. The scent of her arousal is thick in the air now. It is mixed with the clean hotel linen and Paul’s masculine smell. It is intoxicating for Gun. She feels every detail. The slick glide of Paul’s tongue exploring her swollen lips. Then the gentle suction as Paul tastes her and the incredible warmth flooding Gun’s core. Her hands fist in the sheets beside her. The black heels are digging deeper into the mattress as her long slender legs tremble. She moans.

“Oh, god… right there. You always knew exactly how to work me Paul.”

Paul’s finger slides inside and Gun moans louder. It is long sound of pure need. It’s not enough not nearly enough but the stretch and the careful exploration are a delicious promise. Gun can feel herself opening. She is softening becoming utterly drenched for Paul. Her thoughts are a bit frantic. It is a hit of blur sensation and memory and this overwhelming hunger. She whispers to Paul in her sexy dark voice.

“I need this. I’ve needed this for years. Don’t stop Paul.”

The rhythm of Paul’s tongue and finger are builds a fierce coiling tension deep within Gun. It’s not the sharp peak of an orgasm yet but a heavy aching readiness that demands more. She is panting now. Her huge breasts are heaving with each breath. Her smooth skin flushed and sensitive everywhere. She continues to whisper.

“Paul… please. Enough warming up. I’m not close, but I’m ready. I’m so ready for you.”

Gun reaches down. Her hands are finding Paul’s. Gun is pulling his finger deeper for a moment before she is guiding it away. Her blue eyes meet his blazing with intent. Gun use her high heels around Paul’s waist to pull him closer. Her whole body is begging for the final filling connection. She whispers now much more urgent.

“Now fuck me. I want to feel you Paul. Need all of you. Just bury yourself in me. I want that struggle that perfect overwhelming stretch. Give it to me now.”

Paul just continues. He slides another finger upstairs. It is a fabulous soggy sound coming from her wet pussy when he starts finger fucking Gun. He is really stretching her out. Both fingers are moving around and going deep into her wet pussy.

Next the tip of his tongue touches her clitoris. Her swollen clit is very sensitive. Paul knows exactly where he is going. He moves his tongue around and hits that perfect spot that he knows that Gun loves. Over and over again he touches her sweet spot. He must make Gun come. His tongue is working on her sugar plum all the time.

The second finger joins the first stretching Gun open with a slick obscene sound that makes her flush with raw pleasure. Her hips buck off the bed. She is meeting the thrusts of Paul’s hand. Gun’s entire world is narrowing to the expert movements inside her. And then Paul’s tongue finds Gun’s clit. That perfect knowing pressure on the most sensitive spot. A sharp broken cry tears from Gun’s throat.

“ Yes! Right there, god, don't you dare stop!”

Gun’s back arches. Her high heels are losing their grip as her long legs shakes uncontrollably. The coiling tension snaps taut every nerve ending screaming. It's not a gentle build up. It is a sudden violent cresting wave crashing over Gun without mercy. Her hands fly to Paul’s blonde hair. She is holding him there as her body convulses around his fingers. Then a pulsing release starts tearing through Gun.

“Fuck! Paul!” Gun screams. Her orgasm is fabulous and she continues to shake and twist. Her whole body feels the powerful orgasm. It last for a long time.

Gun is gasping and shuddering through the aftershocks. Her smooth skin slick with sweat. Her mind is blissfully empty filled only with the echo of that intense climax. Slowly her grip on Paul’s hair loosens. Her whole body is going limp against the sheets. However the hunger is still there. Now even deeper and much more demanding.

“That was... a hell of a reminder Paul.” Gun sounds extremely pleased when she eventually speaks. It takes her a while to fully recuperate.

Gun catches her breath. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly. Gun looks down at Paul. Her blue eyes heavy lidded and dark with renewed want. Her hands slides from his hair to cup his jaw. Her thumb is stroking Paul’s cheek. Gun whispers again.

“But I didn't ask for a reminder. I asked for you. I'm empty now, and I need you to fill me. All of you. Stop teasing and claim what's yours Paul.”

Paul withdraws from Gun’s pussy. He moves upwards and then he starts kissing her. He has with him a lot of her flavors and moisture. Strings hangs between them. He uses her wetness to lubricate his huge cock. He is fully erect. Paul is stone hard. He puts his huge cock head in between Gun’s swollen pussy lips. One more kiss. He looks at Gun for her final confirmation.

Gun can taste herself on Paul’s lips. It is a primal intimate flavor that makes her moan into the kiss. The strings of wetness connecting us feel like a promise. Gun feels the broad insistent pressure of Paul’s huge cock head nestling against her soaked entrance. Her entire body tightens in anticipation. A delicious ache is blooming deep inside.

“You never need permission, Paul. You only ever needed to be here.” Gun tells it like it is. Paul doesn’t need permission. He is always welcomed.

Gun wraps her long slender legs around Paul’s torso again. The sharp points of her high heels are pressing into the small of his back and are locking him in place. Gun’s hands slide down to grip Paul’s firm ass. Her nails are digging in slightly urging him forward. Gun takes a deep shuddering breath. Her blue eyes locked on Paul’s. Her expression one of open hungry surrender. She whispers again.

“I'm ready. I've been ready for years. Give me that burn. Give me that stretch. Make me remember why no one else ever has measured up.”

Gun relaxes her hips. She is opening herself completely. Her fit body is still humming from the orgasm but craving something deeper more filling. Gun holds Paul’s gaze. Her lower lip caught between her teeth and she simply waits. Every nerve ending focused on the moment of connection about to split Gun open.

Paul finally starts pushing. He is penetrating again Gun after all those years. A truly memorable occasion. He tries to be gentle but he can’t control himself. The feeling of fucking Gun again is so strong and so powerful that he starts to fast. Gun grunts and she is struggling desperately with his size. She is grimacing as the huge cock head stretches her out. Paul just continues. He is overwhelmed by strong emotions. Finally finally he is fucking The Woman. He is fucking Gun Berglund again.

The initial pressure is immense. It is a familiar breathtaking stretch that makes Gun’s eyes flutter shut for a second. She feels her body resisting. Then Gun’s fit body starts yielding opening for Paul in a slow burning surrender. A grunt escapes her. More a sound of effort than pain as her sharp nails dig deeper into Paul’s skin.

“God, you feel bigger than I remember. Don’t stop Paul.” Gun grunts and talks.

Gun forces her eyes open. She is meeting Paul’s gaze as he pushes deeper. The grimace on her face melts into a strained ecstatic smile. This is the struggle Gun craved. The fabulous overwhelming fullness that reminds Gun that she is alive.

Paul is buried several inches deep inside Gun now. But Gun can feel the rest of him. That very thick hard length waiting. Her breathing comes in ragged gasps. Her hips are trying to adjust to accommodate Paul. The stretch is exquisite. It is a deep throbbing ache that’s already turning into a **** need. She grunts again as she talks.

“You’re not all in yet. I can feel it. Give me every inch, Paul. I want to feel you in my throat.”

Gun uses her heels against his back. Not to push Paul away but to pull him deeper. Her fit body is arching to welcome the final complete invasion. Tears of sheer sensation prick at her blue eyes. But they’re tears of joy. This is what Gun has missed. This total consuming outstanding connection.

Paul starts claiming Gun. He drives on. He is getting deeper and deeper into her wet tight pussy. Gun is really struggling. Her face shifts between pleasure and pain. He gets deeper. He gets much deeper and finally Paul gets balls deep. In to the hilt. In all the way to his thick shaft. He loves it but he stops and lets Gun get use to his size. She needs a lot of time to adjust.

The moment Paul finally goes balls deep is a revelation. Finally with one last determined thrust Paul seats himself fully. Gun cries out a raw unfiltered sound of pleasure and relief. Her breath hitches stolen from her lungs as she feels Paul fill every last inch of her. The stretch is profound. It is a deep burning fullness that borders on too much. A single hot tear escapes the corner of her eye. Gun is pinned. She is utterly claimed and a wave of pure submissive euphoria washes over her.

“You’re in. All the way. God, I can feel you in my soul.”

Gun’s voice is a ragged whisper against his neck. Gun’s hands slide up from Paul’s ass to clutch at his back. She is holding on as if he’s the only solid thing in a spinning world. The initial sharpness of the stretch is already melting. It is transforming into a heavy throbbing pleasure that radiates through her entire pelvis. Gun feels so open. So used in the best possible way.

Gun tilt her hips. It is a subtle begging motion urging him to start the rhythm they both crave. The black heels slide down to hook behind his thighs. Her body is completely at Paul’s mercy ready to be taken. Every nerve is singing and the memory of all those empty years vanishes. They are replaced by this perfect present overwhelming reality. Suddenly she changes her mind. She isn’t quite ready yet. His huge cock is there and it demands getting used to. She tells Paul.

“Hold on Paul. Now we’re fucking again. Finally. But don’t you dare move yet. Just let me feel this…beast a bit longer. Just let me remember and get used to it Paul. You are much bigger than I remembered.” Gun sounds very pleased but also quite shaken.

After a while and checking with her Paul starts fucking Gun. He starts fucking her hard. Deep penetration and he is not gentle. This is what he has been missing. Fucking her outstanding body. Her tight delicious pussy feels exactly like before.

He grabs her muscular ass cheeks. He starts kneading them as he also starts drawing them wide apart. With the exact same rhythm as his thrusts he starts moving her buttocks to and fro. Now he is really fucking Gun. It is a fabulous experience. He is thrilled to get this opportunity again. He intends to make the absolute most out of it.

The first hard deep thrust steals a gasp from Gun and then he finds a rhythm that’s a pure unadulterated possession. Each powerful drive sends a shockwave through her core. Her body is jolting against the mattress. Paul’s hands on Gun’s outstanding ass are possessive. He is kneading and spreading her open. Paul is controlling the very motion of her hips to match his punishing pace. The combination is overwhelming. The deep filling stretch inside and the rough dominant handling outside. She grunts.

That’s it… just like that. Use me. Fuck me like you mean it.”

Gun’s head falls back. Her long blonde hair is tangling beneath me. The obscene wet sounds of their joining fills the room. A rhythm as primal as her own pounding heartbeat. Every grunt he makes, every shift of his muscles against hers fuels the fire burning Gun up from the inside. Gun is completely at his mercy, and the surrender is intoxicating. She moans and tells Paul.

“Harder. Don’t hold back. I can take it. I want to feel this tomorrow.”

Gun’s hands scramble for grip. She changes the gripping on Paul’s back, her knuckles are white. The pleasure is a tight coil winding tighter with every deep claiming stroke. Tears of sheer intensity streams from the corners of Gun’s blue eyes. But she is smiling, a wild ecstatic expression of total fulfillment.

Paul has a stone hard cock. He might be imagining it but he feels bigger and harder than usual. Gun always brings out the very best of him. It is fabulous to lay upon her huge round boobs. Her hard nipples occasionally hurts him but her breasts are truly spectacular. It feels so damn good to fuck Gun hard again.

Paul is very happy when Gun’s nails digs into his muscular ass cheeks again. They belong there. They are a great indicator of how good it feels for Gun. He starts pounding Gun. He is extremely aroused and this feels so damn good. He doesn’t hold back anything. He is fucking her delicious pussy very hard and always very deep.

The feeling of Paul’s weight pressing Gun into the bed, the crush of her big breasts against his chest is pure heaven. Gun’s hard nipples are a sharp delicious pain. It is a reminder of how alive every part of Gun is right now. When her sharp nails dig into Paul’s firm ass, it’s not just a mark, it’s a promise. Gun is holding onto Paul because he is the only thing keeping her from flying apart. Gun moans and talks.

“You feel incredible. So deep, so hard. It’s like you’re trying to reach my heart.”

Each hard pounding thrust rocks through Gun and is shaking the bed frame. The coil of pleasure inside her is wound so tight now that it’s a physical ache. It is brilliant pressure begging to burst. Gun can’t form coherent thoughts anymore. Everything is just a sensation. The slap of skin and the scent of sex is very erotic. The taste of sweat on Paul’s neck when Gun bites down softly is even more erotic.

“Make me scream. I want to scream for you. I want everyone in this hotel to know who’s fucking me.” Gun continue to moan and talk.

Gun’s voice is broken. She is pleading but her body is very demanding. Gun meets every hard thrust with a **** lift of her hips. She is trying to take Paul even deeper. She is trying to make this connection absolute. Her high heels are slipping against his skin . And her long slender legs are trembling with exhaustion and ecstasy. Gun is so close. She is teetering on a cliff edge of pure release.

Paul gives Gun some nasty hard trusts. Then he tells her.

“Gun I love fucking you again. Missed this desperately. Feels fantastic. Your tight pussy is the best. Fits my huge cock like a glove. “

Paul then drives a finger up in her tiny asshole. Then he remembers some Swedish dirty words. He tells Gun in Swedish. “Jag älskar din trånga våta fitta.” In English. “ I love your tight wet pussy.”

The sudden intimate intrusion of Paul’s finger makes Gun’s entire body seize. A sharp scream is ripping from her throat that’s equal parts shock and blinding pleasure. Paul’s Swedish words rough and possessive in her ear sends a fresh wave of heat flooding through Gun. She replies in Swedish.

“Ja, den är din. Allt är ditt. Jag är din.” In English. “ Yes it is yours. Everything is yours. I am yours.”

Gun’s voice is a ragged whisper. The Swedish words are slipping out as naturally as the loud moans. The dual stimulation is overwhelming. It is pushing Gun right to the edge. She can feel her orgasm building. It is a tidal wave gathering **** deep in her belly.

“Don’t stop. Please, don’t ever stop. I’m so close.” Gun continues to moan and talk.

Gun wraps her long legs tighter around Paul. Her high heels are digging into Paul’s strong thighs. Gun’s body is clenching rhythmically around Paul’s huge cock and his finger. Her vision blurs and the world is narrowing to the feeling of being utterly filled and utterly claimed. Gun is crying now. It is tears of pure unadulterated release streaming down her temples into her hair.

“Fuck, Paul… jag kommer… I’m coming!.” Gun is in heat. She speaks in both English and Swedish. She is so close. Her fit body buckles up.

“Come for me Gun. Come darling. Just come. Kom för mig Gun.” Paul encourages Gun. He speaks to her in both English and Swedish.

The command in Paul’s voice. The raw permission is the final key that turns the lock. Gun’s world shatters. It starts as a deep internal clench. It is a pulse so profound it feels like her very bones are vibrating. Then it erupts. A guttural screaming sob tears from Gun’s throat as the first massive wave hits. It is a blinding white heat that sears through every nerve ending. Her second orgasm is violent and enormous. Every single fiber in her body feels the fabulous pleasure.

Gun then feels a sudden hot gush that isn't just internal. It spills out around where Paul is buried deep inside her. It is a shocking uncontrollable release that soaks the sheets beneath them with a sound like a sigh.

Gun’s back arches off the bed so violently she is only connected to the world by Paul’s body on top of her and her heels hooked behind him. The orgasm doesn't peak and fade away. It plateaus a sustained pulsing torrent of pleasure that makes Gun convulse around Paul. Her inner muscles are milking Paul’s huge cock in frantic rhythmic spasms. Her orgasm is extremely pow.

Gun is crying openly now. Tears of absolute overwhelm mixing with the sweat on her smooth skin. Gun can't speak. She can't think. She only feels this incredible embarrassing and magnificent flood as it just keeps coming. Each throb of her core is squeezing out another hot rush.

Her hands which had been firmly placed on Paul’s ass the flies to his shoulders. Gun is clinging to Paul as if he was the only thing keeping her from dissolving entirely. The scent of sex and her release fills the air thick and primal. Slowly the violent peaks begin to soften into rolling endless aftershocks. They are leaving Gun trembling and boneless beneath Paul. She is gasping for air like she has been drowning. A breathless dazed laugh bubbles up from her ruined throat. She tries to talk and manages to do so.

“I… I’ve never… god, Paul. What did you do to me?”

Gun can still feel the occasional weak pulse deep inside a final echo of the storm. She is utterly spent. Gun is completely ruined and she is happier than she has been in a decade. She manages to lift a heavy hand. Her fingertips brushing Paul’s jaw. Her beautiful blue eyes still wet are finding his with a look of stunned satiated wonder.”

“Don’t you dare pull out. Not yet. I want to feel every last drop of you, just like this.” Gun’s request is firm and concrete. She needs this moment together with Paul.

Paul stays in Gun but he is flooded by her wonderful squirting. The bedsheets are drenched with her moisture. Paul stays in Gun until her aftershocks are completely over. He can feel that she is starting to recover. Then Paul withdraws from Gun. She is disappointed but she releases him. Paul drags and moves Gun down to a dry area of the huge bed. He flips her around with her help and puts her knees down on the floor.

Her gorgeous round ass is hanging over the beds end. Gun arcs her muscular ass up even higher. She knows what is coming. Paul can’t help himself and he spanks her outstanding derrière twice. Gun loves it. If he had the time he would give her a full spanking. Gun loves to be spanked hard and long, unfortunately Paul is to aroused to slow down and spank her juicy ass.

The deep gorge between her buttocks is awesome and the broad hips and slim waist just enhances her beauty. It is a first class ass. Her age is just barely noticeable. Paul gets more aroused. He loves Gun’s juicy muscular ass.

Paul gets down behind her. Puts his hands on Gun’s hips. His huge cock head reenters her soaking wet pussy. He reclaims her. Paul’s first hard trusts goes on forever. He just gets deeper and deeper until he gets in to the hilt right away. Gun’s wet pussy is still very tight but she has adjusted to his size. Then Paul starts pounding her delicious pussy once again. He is relentless and he is almost brutally fucking Gun again after the short break. Fucking Gun from behind is the best way to fuck Gun.

Paul’s hands are like brands on her hips possessive and sure. Then Paul starts reclaiming Gun. That first deep endless thrust splitting her open from a new more **** angle. A choked cry escapes Gun as Paul buries himself to the hilt. The new sensation is even more profound and more claiming in this new position. Paul gets even deeper than before. He is hitting places that makes Gun’s vision blur.

“God Paul you feel even bigger like this. Massive.” Gun moans and talks.

Paul doesn't hesitate. He sets a brutal punishing pace immediately. His hips are slapping against Gun's juicy ass with a sound that echoes in the room. Each powerful drive sends a shock through her entire body. Gun's huge breasts swaying heavily beneath her. The pleasure is raw and unfiltered. It is a deep grinding ache that's already building another **** coil of tension low in her belly. Gun is sore. Gun is stretched. And yet she has never wanted anything more.

¨Harder. Fuck me like you mean it. Make me feel it for a week.¨ Gun spurs Paul on. She is in heat.

Gun’s voice is a ragged broken thing. She is lost in the rhythm of Paul’s hard thrusts. Gun pushes back against him. She is meeting each stroke with a **** grind of her own hips. Gun is taking Paul as deep as she possibly can. The room smells of sex and sweat and them. And in this moment on her knees for Paul, Gun feels utterly perfectly owned. This is exactly what she wants. Her moaning is loud and very sexy.

Paul leans forward. He starts dominating Gun. Paul feels her submit as she surrenders to his strength. He grabs her huge bouncing breasts and starts kneading them. Gun’s big knockers are fabulous to hold. So heavy and perfectly shaped. Huge boobs. Still extremely perky especially considering her age. Paul just continues to pound Gun very hard and she is getting closer again.

Paul’s strong hands on Gun’s big breasts are a rough perfect anchor. His fingers are digging into the soft heavy flesh as he pounds into Gun. The sensation is overwhelming. The deep rhythmic invasion from behind and the possessive kneading from above is a marvelous combination. Gun surrender to it completely. Her blonde head dropping between her shoulders with a moan that’s more a sob of pleasure. She moans and talks.

“You own every single part of me Paul. “

Gun’s fit body is a live wire. It is strung taut and humming with each brutal thrust. The coil inside her is winding tighter again. A fierce hot pressure building from the very spot where Paul is buried so very deep. Gun’s heels scramble for grip on the carpet. Her knees are digging into the carpet as she pushes back to meet Paul stroke for stroke.

“I’m close again…Paul. So close. Don’t stop. Make me come just like this, with your hands all over me. Love how you knead my huge melons.”

Paul starts pounding Gun even harder. She raises her sweet ass up higher and the new angle is so fantastic. Paul gets deeper. Now suddenly he starts hitting her cervix.

The change in angle is electric. Gun is about to grunt out a praise when Paul hits that deepest part of her. Paul hits Gun’s cervix with a **** that steals the air from her lungs entirely. A sharp startled cry rips from her throat. It is not of pain but of pure unadulterated shock. It feels like a circuit has been completed deep inside her core. The sensation is blinding. A white-hot spear of pleasure so intense it borders on agony. The pleasure triggers something primal. Gun’s fabulous body seizes. Every muscle is locking and then Gun starts coming apart.

Her third massive orgasm detonates. It is even more violent than the second. It’s not a wave but a flood. A torrent of release that pours out of Gun with an audible gushing rush. She is soaking her thighs and the sheets beneath them anew. Gun’s vision whites out. Her fingers clawing at the mattress as she screams a raw ragged sound that echoes in the hotel room utterly beyond her control. She screams as she comes violently. Her gorgeous body starts shaking and twisting. She even screams at Paul

“Don’t you dare slow down! Fuck me harder! I want to feel every second of this!”

Gun’s voice is a broken sobbing command amidst the chaos of her own release. She is shuddering uncontrollably. Her inner muscles convulsing in frantic milking pulses around Paul’s huge cock. But Gun forces her hips back against Paul. Her muscular ass raised high and taking him very deep. The pounding strokes even as Gun drowns in her own pleasure.

The feeling of being so utterly filled while falling apart is transcendent. Gun surrenders so complete it feels like flying. Tears stream down her beautiful face. It is mixing with the sweat on her cheeks. And Gun can smell the thick musky scent of their sex and her release in the air. Gun is a mess. She is utterly ruined. And she has never felt more alive or more Paul’s. Her voice is filled with emotions and pleasure as she speaks to Paul.

“Keep going, Paul… don’t stop…Paul. I want to feel you come inside me while I’m still coming for you.”

When Guns tight pussy clamps down on Paul’s huge cock during her enormous orgasm Paul gets wild and starts fucking Gun even harder. Her super tight pussy during her orgasm feels so fantastic. This is what he has been waiting for. He loves her extremely tight cunt during her orgasm. Over and over again he hits her cervix hard. It is a fabulous feeling having Gun’s super tight snatch closing down that hard.

Suddenly his huge cock head just explodes. His huge dick starts shooting out sperm in huge amounts. In wave after wave Paul pumps out his sperm. Over and over again he releases seed in her womb. He spray paints her pussy walls. He just continues to pump out sperm in and endless stream. Paul floods Gun’s pussy. He never stops.

The feeling of Paul’s release is a hot pulsing flood deep inside of her. A sensation so profound it triggers an immediate answering cataclysm in her body. Just as the last tremors of Gun’s previous climax are fading a new even more violent wave crashes over her. It is stealing her breath and her sanity. Gun gets another orgasm. She comes violently as Paul fills her up with his sperm. Her last orgasm still gives her aftershocks as the new one hits her like a freight train. She screams out in ecstasy.

Gun feels Paul’s seed jetting against her deepest walls in thick rhythmic spurts. Her body convulses around him in a frantic milking rhythm. It is like she is trying to draw out every last drop. A guttural screaming sob tears from her throat as another torrent of her own release gushes out. The sound is obscenely wet against the relentless slap of Paul’s hips against her firm ass. The room smells of sex, sweat and the sharp musky scent of their combined climax. A primal perfume that hangs heavy in the air.

Gun’s vision blurs. Tears of overwhelming sensation streaming down her beautiful face as she presses her forehead into the damp mattress. Her high heels dig into the carpet. Her entire body is arching and shaking as the dual sensations of being filled and emptying herself utterly is consume her. Gun can feel the hot spill of Paul’s come mixing with her own slickness. It is a perfect messy union that marks hers as Paul’s in the most fundamental way. The black high heels on her feet feel like anchors. The last vestige of elegance in this scene of raw abandon.

Gun is babbling. Her words a broken. It is a Swedish-tinged stream of consciousness against the sheets.

“Det är så mycket… jag känner allt… du fyller mig helt.” In Swedish.

“It is so much….. I feel everything…… you fill me completely.” In English.

Slowly the violent peaks begin to ebb into deep rolling aftershocks that leave Gun trembling and weak. Her fabulous body still gently pulsing around Paul’s softening cock. Gun collapses forward. Her arms are giving out. Her cheek is pressed to the cool dry patch of sheet they managed to find. Gun can feel Paul’s weight and his heat. He is still pressed against her. And Gun feels the slow intimate trickle of their mixed essences down her inner thigh. A breathless dazed laugh escapes her swollen lips.

“ I think you might have broken me in the best possible way. I don’t think I can move.“ A very very tired Gun is able to talk. She is exhausted beyond words.

Gun reaches a trembling hand back. Her fingers are weakly searching for Paul’s on her huge breasts. She is wanting that connection to linger even as the frantic energy dissipates. The morning light is brighter now. It is cutting through the room. It is illuminating the sheer beautiful wreckage they have made of the bed and each other.

Paul needs a really long time to recuperate. Gun needs even more time. After a while he withdraws from Gun. He walks to the bathroom and grabs some towels. He gets back to Gun and he cleans her up a bit with the a towel. She is still exhausted. He lifts her up and carries her to the sofa. He sits her down and he lays down on his back. An exhausted Gun lays down on Paul and she rests her head on his manly chest.

Gun lets herself be carried. Her body a limp sated weight against Paul. The cool towel is a gentle shock against her overheated skin and she sighs. It is a sound of pure contentment as Paul cleans the mess they made. Nestled on the sofa with her head on Paul’s chest she can hear the strong steady beat of his heart finally beginning to slow.

Gun traces idle circles on Paul’s skin with one fingertip. Her other arm is draped across his waist holding Paul close. The silence is comfortable. It lingers with the memory of what they just shared. Gun whispers. She is very emotional.

“I haven’t felt that thoroughly used in a decade. In the absolute best way.”

Gun tilts her head up to look at Paul. Her long blonde hair spilling across his torso. Her beautiful smile is soft genuine and utterly exhausted. She continues to whisper.

“My legs feel like they’re made of jelly. And I’m fairly certain I’ve left a permanent impression in that mattress. Worth it.”

Gun snuggles back down. She is breathing in Paul’s scent. It is now mixed with hers and the clean hotel soap. A slow deep sense of peace settles over her. It is warmer than any sunbeam. Gun continues to talk.

“So former neighbor. What’s your schedule like for the rest of the day? Because I’m not sure I’ll be capable of walking for a few hours, and I’d hate for you to think your work here is done.”

Paul moves his head and is able to kiss Gun on her forehead. He tells her.

“We are far from done yet Gun. Very far if I can choose. I intend to fuck you again. That was amazing. So many different emotions released during the fuck. You gushed me and I don’t think I have ever felt anything so exciting like that before.”

Gun lets out a low throaty laugh at Paul’s words. The sound is vibrating against Paul’s firm chest. Her fingers are still tracing lazy patterns on his skin. She tells him.

“You felt that, huh? I wasn't exactly quiet. I think the entire floor knows your name now. Your huge cock has always been my favorite. Today just confirms that. Sex with you Paul was the best and still is the best thing ever for me.”

Gun shift slightly. She is wincing at the delicious ache between her strong thighs. It is a constant throbbing reminder of Paul. Gun props her chin on his hand to look at Paul. Her expression a mix of smug satisfaction and genuine awe.

“I've never come like that before. Not even close. You unlocked something primal. It was terrifying and incredible.”

Gun lets her gaze drift to the disheveled bed across the room. The evidence of their fabulous reunion stark in the morning light. A slow flirty smile plays on her lips.

“So you intend to fuck me again. I like the sound of that. But you'll have to carry me back to bed when you're ready. I'm not sure these legs will support these high heels again just yet.” Gun sounds she soon will be ready and interested in another session. Paul loves her response even though he is a little bit troubled by her answer.

Paul tells Gun the obvious thing. He is rather blunt and not very gentle.

“Surely Gun you know what is coming next. Our favorite position. In your high heels you have the perfect height for me. You know that. I can’t leave you without doing it.”

Gun’s smile deepens. A flicker of pure anticipation lighting her blue eyes. She knows exactly what Paul is referring to. And a fresh eager warmth pools low in her belly despite the exhaustion. She sounds a little bit excited when she answers Paul.

“Of course I know. Standing. Me in these high heels. You taking me from behind against the mirror. You always loved how the angle let you go so very deep. Me too.”

Gun stretches her long slender legs out. She is pointing her toes making the black stilettos catch the light. The movement sends a pleasant aching reminder through her core. Her long legs looks fabulous in the morning light. She continues to talk.

“These heels were made for that. They give me just the right lift for you to hit every perfect spot without straining. But you'll have to do all the work this time. I plan to be a very willing and a very limp doll for you to use.”

Gun lets her head fall back against Paul’s chest. A soft contented sigh escaping her. The idea of being stood up and taken again so soon makes her breath hitch.

“Give me… maybe twenty minutes to remember how to breathe. Then you can have me any way you want. I’m all yours, Paul. I think I always have been.” Gun tells Paul how she views the situation. She is very generous with her compliments.

Paul is very affected by her wonderful acknowledgement. Paul is aware of the fact that he was her all time favorite lover back in their time. Obviously she still thinks so. It is cruel that the age gap between them has hindered them many times. But not now in this hotel room. Paul tells Gun.

“I know you are mine sweetie. Love that you still have those feelings for me. However I think you are underestimating your own strength. Once I start pounding you deep from behind you will love it and be very active and fuck like the sex goddess that you are.”

Gun lets out a soft knowing chuckle. Her fingers are trailing down Paul’s chest. Paul might be right. There's something special about that position. They both think about Paul pressing Gun against the wall while she is in these heels. For both of them that though turns Gun and Paul from a puddle back into a live wire. Gun continues to speak.

“Fine. Maybe I'll find the strength to push back. To meet your hard wonderful thrusts with my thrusts until the neighbors complain about the noise again. You know how much I also love that position. With you Paul and your massive dick it was magical.”

Gun shift. She is slowly rolling off Paul to sit up on the edge of the sofa. Her movements are deliberately slow. She is letting Paul see the elegant line of her beautiful back. The lovely curve of her muscular ass still marked faintly from Paul’s grip. Gun looks over her shoulder. Her long blonde hair falling across one eye. She speaks again.

“But you have to get me there first. And I'm not moving from this spot unless you make me. So what's your plan handsome? Carry me? Drag me? Or just start right here and see how far we get?”

Paul is a little bit frustrated with her defiant tone. It doesn’t exactly inspire him. He has to calm Gun down and not focus on what is coming up later. He tells her.

“Gun, we have all the time in the world. Let us rest first and just enjoy the fabulous moment. I still feel boundless emotions thinking about our fabulous achievements.”

Gun settles back against Paul. Her gorgeous body melting into the warmth of his . The silence is thick with contentment. The only sound is their breathing slowly syncing. Her fingertips continue their idle journey across Paul’s skin. Gun is tracing the contours of Paul’s muscles. She is mapping the territory she has just reclaimed. She whispers.

“Rest is a good plan. A very good plan. We both need it and it usually rejuvenates us.”

Gun lets her eyes drift closed. She is savoring the feeling of Paul’s chest rising and falling beneath her cheek. The scent of them mostly sex and sweat and a hint of her perfume is a heady mix in the calm air.

“You know I have almost forgot what this felt like. The quiet after the storm. Just… being here. With you. Been so long Paul. To long. “

Gun opens her blue eyes again. She is looking at the ceiling. A small genuine smile plays on her thin lovely lips. She whispers again.

“It’s better than I remembered.”

Paul just stays silent. He loves the quiet and intimate moment with his first real lover Gun. It was together with her that he for the very first time had fabulous sex regularly. All women after Gun has been measured against her. Her gorgeous body is sculpted exactly as Paul would have done it himself.

Hopefully Gun will be a little bit more optimistic about having sex again. It is not like her to be this defiant. He touches her smooth skin on her flat and impressive belly. Her physique is outstanding especially considering her age. Well her physique is actually ageless. She probably looks very similar to what she looked like in her early twenties.

Gun feels Paul’s hand on her flat stomach. His touch is warm and grounding. The silence between them isn't empty. It is full of a decade of memories and this morning's raw beautiful chaos.

Gun covers his hand with hers. She is pressing it more firmly against her skin. The defiance from earlier has melted away leaving only a deep satiated softness.

“I'm not being defiant. I'm being realistic. You just fucked me so thoroughly I saw stars. Twice. My body needs a minute to remember it has bones.” Gun speaks. Now she is starting to sound a little bit more optimistic. Paul can feel the change too.

“But don't mistake recovery for ****. The second you stand up and reach for me I'll find the strength. For you, I always do.” Gun continues to talk.

She let her gaze drift down her own gorgeous body. She is following the line of Paul’s hand. Gun’s tone turns quietly proud. Even a little ****.

“You always did like my flat stomach. I work hard to keep it for you. Even when I wasn't sure I'd ever get to show you again.”

Now Paul is starting to get more excited. Talking about Gun’s outstanding body is always a great pleasure. He tells Gun something more intriguing.

“If I remember correctly Gun I once kissed your gorgeous body for one hour straight. I kisses every single piece of your immaculate body. You should be very proud of your amazing body. My goodness you definitely take care of yourself. However the truly fascinating part is that your super fit body has such outstanding curves. Highlighted of course by your huge perky breasts. Vivi and Ann as I once christened them. A tribute to your second name Viviann.”

A soft genuine laugh escapes Gun at the memory. She feels a warm blush creep up her neck. She squeezes Paul’s hand. She whispers.

“You remember their names. God, I’d forgotten that. Vivi and Ann. You were always so ridiculously charming.”

Gun shift slightly. She is letting Paul feel the full heavy weight of one huge breast against his side. She continues to whisper.

“They’ve held up their end of the bargain, I suppose. Just like the rest of me. It’s not just the gym. It’s good genes and a refusal to get old gracefully.”

Her voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper.

“And maybe a little something-something from a very discreet surgeon in Zurich about five years back. A mere lift. Everything else is all me and all for moments like this.”

Gun sighs a contented sound emerges. She is tracing Paul’s jawline with her gaze.

“An hour of kisses. I think I came just from that. Even before you even touched me there. You always did understand the power of anticipation Paul.” Gun talks more.

Paul is feeling more and more ready and confident. He enjoys talking sexy memories with Gun. This gets him going. He continues to talk about sexy subjects.

“Well Gun the longer I rest the more my anticipation starts increasing. Just talking about your outstanding physique is very exciting. Does any anticipation starts building up inside you sweetie?”

“I love it when you get really excited and **** wants to fuck with me. I remember a couple of times when I visited your apartment and you welcomed me naked in high heels with your nipples hard and your pussy wet. Just thinking about me coming over was enough to excite you enormously.”

Those memories flood back vivid and warm washing away the last of Gun’s fatigue like a receding tide. A slow knowing smile spreads across her thin sexy lips as she looks at Paul. She has started to get a glimpse of serious interest in her beautiful blue eyes. She leans forward as she starts talking about her memories.

“I remember that black pair of Louboutins. The ones with the red sole. I stand behind the door and is listening for your footsteps in the hall. Bye the time you knocked I was already dripping. You’d walk in and I wouldn’t say a word. Just turn around and walk to the bedroom knowing you were watching every sway of my hips.”

Gun shifts on the sofa. She turning to face Paul more fully with one leg curling beneath her. The movements are deliberate and graceful. She is letting the light catch the sleek line of her heel. She continues on memory lane as she speaks.

“There was that time in your old Saab parked by the lake. The windows fogged up completely. You were trying to be quiet and I was trying to make you scream.”

Gun’s hand finds Paul’s thigh. Her touch is light but purposeful. The earlier exhaustion is gone. It is replaced by a simmering familiar energy. Her voice is drops it is becoming intimate and teasing.

“You used to call before you’d come over just to hear my voice get breathy. You said you could tell how wet I was by the way I said your name.”

Gun leans in even closer. Her long blonde hair brushing Paul’s shoulder. The scent of their earlier wild passion still lingers on her skin mixing with her perfume. She continues to talk and she is starting to touch Paul more.

“I’m not **** yet. But I’m getting there. Just like old times. And look at you, talking about my body like it’s a fine wine you’re about to taste again.”

Gun lets her gaze travel slowly down Paul’s fit body and then back up. Her meaning is clear. Her breathing has subtly deepened and when she crosses her long legs the shift of her thighs is not entirely casual. The quiet between them is now charged electric with promise. She whispers again.

“So tell me Paul. What’s it going to take to get me from anticipating to ****? Another story? Or are you finally going to stand up and prove you’re not all talk?”

Paul can feel that Gun is getting closer to arousal. However he thinks she still needs a little bit more time. Maybe another fabulous memory can excite her even more. Paul sits up in the sofa extremely close to Gun. He himself whispers to her.

“Maybe one more story Gun. Perhaps your favorite one. That summer night when you called me. It was a booty call. You told me to meet you at eleven o’clock PM out in the courtyard. When I saw you in the dark you were already naked . On a blanket in the grass field. Your legs up high you wanted to be mounted in the missionary position. We fucked like crazy out in the open. Sure it was dark but probably thirty people could have seen us. That was a magnificent night. Your screams sounded all over the town.”

Gun lets out a low throaty laugh. The lovely sound tinged with pure unadulterated nostalgia. Her blue eyes drift closed for a moment. It is if she can still feel the cool grass against her back. Gun continues to whisper to Paul.

“That wasn’t just a booty call. That was a declaration. I was tired of pretending I didn’t miss you. So I decided to give you a memory you couldn’t ignore.”

Gun opens her beautiful blue eyes. She is meeting Paul’s with a look of playful daring. Her fingers trace a slow path up his arm. She continues to relive her memories.

“You were late. I remember lying there, the dew starting to gather, thinking you’d changed your mind. And then I saw your silhouette against the streetlight. My heart was pounding so hard I thought you’d hear it.”

Gun shifts. She is turning to straddle Paul’s lap on the sofa. Her knees are sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips. Her hands come to rest on Paul’s shoulders. The black heels dig lightly into the sofa behind him. She continues to remember.

“I didn’t say a word. I just opened my arms. And you… you didn’t hesitate. You were on me in a second, and we didn’t even bother with a kiss first. You just slid right in and I cried out so loud I was sure someone would turn their lights on.”

Gun leans down. Her thin sexy lips are hovering just above Paul’s. Her dark voice a husky sexy whisper.

“Every thrust pushed me deeper into that blanket. I had grass in my hair for days. I loved it. I loved the danger, the sheer audacity of it. I wanted the whole world to know I was yours.”

Gun brushes her lips against Paul’s a ghost of a kiss. She continues.

“That’s the story that always makes me ****. Because it reminds me that with you I’m not just Gun Berglund the entrepreneur. I’m just Gun. Wild, reckless, and completely yours Paul.”

Gun pulls back slightly. Her gaze is intense. Her body is now humming with renewed energy. The earlier lethargy is a very distant memory. She goes on.

“So. Your move. Are we telling stories, or are we making a new one? Because I’m starting to remember just how much I love an audience. Even an imaginary one.”

Paul is very happy. Now the normal excited Gun is back. The break and the walk on memory lane has transformed her. He tells her.

“Gun we are making new memories soon. Now I feel your strong hunger again. Nothing excite me more than seeing you horny and aroused. I demand a lot from you physically. But you are the one who can handle it. And your reward. Well I hope that is obvious. You usually scream out loud your verdict.”

Gun feels a shiver run through her at Paul’s words. It is demand, a challenge, and a promise all in one. Her hands slide from his shoulders to cradle his face. Her thumbs stroking Paul’s jawline. The hunger Paul mention is a live thing now. It coiling in her belly sharp and sweet. She whispers again.

“My verdict is always the same. Worth it. Every single time.”

Gun leans in. This time capturing Paul’s mouth in a deep lingering kiss that tastes of memory and immediate need. When Gun breaks it she is breathless. Gun goes on.

“You want to see me horny and aroused? Look at me. I’m straddling you. I am already dripping for you. All I can think about is how you’re going to make me scream next.”

Gun shifts her hips in a slow deliberate grind against Paul. She is letting him feel the heat and dampness from her pussy. Her heels press into the sofa giving her leverage. She talks again and she is sounding a bit annoyed.

“So stop talking about it and do something about it. Carry me to that mirror. Or take me right here on this sofa. But make it count. I want a memory from today that burns brighter than the one from that field.”

Gun’s voice drops to a whisper laced with a wonderful smile.

“I dare you.”