The parking lot had an icy sheen reflecting a fading moon that drifted low behind the trees. The faint light of a new dawn did little to distract the chill of another January morning. The alarm clock in his head went off minutes before the rude metallic beeping of the manufactured version. Arms stretched, muscles tensed and flexed, as his back arched into the prelude of a yawn capped with a deep satisfied rumble in his chest. He knew he was hard even before he touched himself – and he missed her. 

He reached over to the nightstand and flipped open the lid on a small wooden box that contained a delicate red reminder of her. Sheer silk panties crumpled in his big hand, as he brought them to his face. A slow deep breath searched silken remembrance for subtle evidence of a memory, a remnant of an image he could cling to in his mind. As faint as her scent had become, she was still there – still wanted him – still begged silently for his attention with that saucy, naughty girl grin. 

Eyelids closed for a better look at images her scent conjured in his mind’s eye. The ache in his cock intensified when he flexed against the pressure of his other hand’s grip. Yes, she’d beg. She always did when he pushed her pretty thighs open to take his pleasure. Another deep breath confirmed urgency in her desire. The silken keepsake became the soft blonde hairs his lips longed to brush against. Gently moving his nose and mouth he savored lingering whispers of lust that screamed for completion a few shorts weeks earlier.

Shifting his head from side-to-side, he imagined lips brushing against the edges of her most precious treasure. Her legs spread open further for him when he did that to her, making a silent plea for him to kiss her pussy – to kiss it slowly – kiss it softly. He loved how she gave it to him. Movement in her hips soon spoke with urgency that soft thighs confirmed, moving with their own approval. In the silence of his bedroom he could hear only the absence of hushed moans of encouragement. He could almost feel fingertips stroke his hair, as he nuzzled her with parted lips, ever so slightly, guiding him, coaxing him to go deeper.

He flexed again, his cock swelled in his hand, and he pulled slowly, squeezing like she squeezed him. The tip of his tongue dipped into the silk – knowing just how far to go – knowing just how far to take her to promote righteous lust. He licked her with long strokes, gliding along the edges of paradise, ignoring wordless pleas from her fingers trembling in his hair. Again he breathed deeply, slipping deeper into his reverie. His own patience was taxed – discipline tested by delicate tastes of her arousal bathing his tongue. Such restraint he showed when what he really wanted was to disappear between her thighs, devouring all of her, drinking all but what remain behind to soak his beard.

He exhaled his lust with a deep moan expressing a precise measure of want. Flex. Pull. Lick. His hips responded to memory and manipulation just as hers rolled to meet his generous tongue. Fingers quivered, working farther toward the back of his head. Ankles locked and heels dug into his back – pulling – urging him to lick deeper with the flat of his tongue. He cradled her in his arms, spread open like a book of secrets, squirming to center him on her bursting clit. His tongue searched every word, lingered on every page to relish the story she saved for him. Creamy thighs flexed against his cheeks as his arms curled around her bottom, slipping beneath her garter to tease sweet hollows on either side of her mound. It was time. She was there, on the edge, quivering on the brink of oblivion.

Yearning turned selfish and she clutched his head with both hands, gasping as lust stumbled over her cries. Hips swiveled and rolled, grinding against his open mouth. All evidence of restrained desire was lost in an explosion of sensation that sizzled through her like a flame touched to gunpowder. Her satisfaction became his this morning. Hot proof of completion erupted in a thick stream of come arching upward onto his chest and belly. He clutched her panties to his face, as his orgasm pulsed hard, sending another thick stream of liquid lust onto the first. His cock throbbed in his grip, and fruit of his loins dripped down over his hand.

The panties fell slowly away from his face, and his arm dropped limply onto the bed beside his hip. Strong fingers relaxed, releasing the lacy silk reminder of a love that would always be a part of him – and he missed her once more.

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