Taste of Memories

Rain hammered against the tiny café window like it was trying to break in. I was sitting by the glass when the door chimed and she walked in. Lena. My heart slammed against my ribs. Ten years. And she looked the same—except her eyes were deeper now, her lips a little fuller.

"Hey," she breathed, shaking droplets from her hair. Her eyes found mine instantly, and that familiar heat was already burning in them. "Didn't think you'd actually come."

"Me neither," I said, getting to my feet. Our hands met, and our fingers lingered longer than they should have. Her skin was hot despite the damp chill outside. "You're… beautiful. Just like before."

We took the table in the farthest corner. The place was nearly empty, just a bartender lazily wiping down cups. Lena shrugged off her wet trench coat. Underneath, a thin white blouse clung to her tits. Her nipples were already pressing through the fabric. I couldn't look away.

"Remember how we used to talk about trying something new?" she asked quietly, leaning in closer. Her voice trembled with anticipation. "Back then, we never had the nerve. But now… I want to."

Her hand landed on my knee under the table. Her fingers crept upward, slow and deliberate. I covered her palm with mine and squeezed.

"Right here?" I whispered, feeling my cock already stiffening in my jeans.

"Too crowded out here… but there's a storage room behind the kitchen. The owner's an old friend of mine. He's gone for an hour." Lena wet her lips. "I asked. The door doesn't lock, but… nobody'll come in. You want to?"

The need hit me so hard I could barely nod. We got up, leaving our coffee untouched. She led me by the hand, past the bar, down a narrow hallway. The storage room door creaked open. A cramped space: shelves stacked with boxes, an old couch, a dim bulb. Rain drummed harder against the single small window.

The second the door closed, Lena pressed herself against me. Her mouth found mine—hungry, but unhurried. We kissed like we were tasting each other for the first time all over again. Her tongue slid into my mouth, and I groaned. My hands found her waist, slid lower, gripped her firm ass through her skirt.

"I've thought about this for so long," she murmured between kisses. "About your cock… about sucking it. I want to do it for real this time. Deep."

I sat down on the couch. Lena dropped to her knees between my legs. Her hands trembled as she worked my belt open. The zipper came down with a soft hiss. My cock sprang free—already rock hard, the head swollen and glistening. Lena looked up at it, eyes shining.

"God… you're even bigger now," she breathed. Her hot breath washed over my skin. She wrapped her fingers around the base, dragging her tongue slowly from my balls all the way up to the tip. "Mmm… salty. Delicious."

I leaned back, tangling my fingers in her damp hair. Lena parted her lips and took me into her mouth—slow, so painfully slow. Warm, wet, velvet. Her tongue circled the head, then she hollowed her cheeks and started working deeper. Her lips sealed tight around the shaft, leaving a wet shine behind.

"Lena… fuck, that feels incredible," I groaned. She answered with a low moan, the vibration rippling straight through my cock.

She wasn't in a hurry. She'd pull off almost completely, licking just the head with quick flicks of her tongue, then sink back down to the halfway point, working the base with her hand. Saliva ran down the shaft, dripping onto my balls. I watched her cheeks hollow, her lashes flutter. She was savoring it. Sometimes her eyes would lift and meet mine—pure, ravenous hunger burning in them.

"You want it deeper?" she whispered, pulling off for a second. Her lips were red and slick. "Tell me."

"Yeah… take me deeper," I rasped.

Lena smiled, bent down, and slowly, with effort, pushed my cock into her throat. I felt the head press against that tight ring of muscle, felt her swallow around me. Her eyes watered slightly, but she didn't stop. A little more—and her nose was buried in my stomach. She held it there for several long seconds, then eased back, gasping for air. A long strand of saliva stretched from her lips to my cock.

"More," she breathed. "Fuck my mouth."

I stood up, gripping her head. Now I was in control. Slow at first, then faster. My cock slid between her lips, disappearing completely into that hot, wet mouth. The sounds were filthy: wet slurping, muffled gurgling moans, her breathing through her nose. Saliva ran down her chin, dripping onto her blouse, leaving dark damp patches across her tits.

I changed rhythm—short, quick thrusts of just the head between her lips, then deep, all the way to her throat. Lena held onto my thighs, fingers digging into my skin. Her eyes never left mine. There was so much trust and lust in them that I could barely hold back.

"I'm gonna—Lena, I'm gonna cum," I warned in a hoarse whisper.

Instead of answering, she tightened her lips and took me deeper. The first powerful blast of cum hit the back of her throat. Lena swallowed without pulling away. Second. Third. I came for what felt like forever, flooding her mouth. She took every drop, not spilling a single one. Only when the last few pulses landed on her tongue did she slowly release me and lick her lips.

We were both breathing hard. I helped her up, pulled her onto my lap. She pressed her face into my neck. Her body was still trembling.

"Tasty," Lena whispered softly, tracing a finger along my collarbone. "Exactly how I fantasized all those years."

I kissed her temple, tasting a faint saltiness on her lips.

"We've only just started," I whispered back. "Now it's your turn to tell me what else you've been wanting."

The rain outside had softened. We sat wrapped in each other, listening to the drops patter against the tin windowsill, and smiled. The air smelled of coffee, rain, and us.