Last summer, I was a neighbor's Fourth of July party. I found myself in the hot tub alone with a very handsome, sweet, younger man and my 3rd glass of wine. My bikini was too small and he looked delicious. We flirted, at first not seriously. I kept catching him looking at my body hungrily and was enjoying the chase a little too much.

Later that evening, he surprised me as I left the bathroom and I let him pull me into a dark, crowded spare bedroom. We kissed and my breasts were in his mouth in seconds. He had to kiss me to try to keep me quiet when he slipped his fingers inside me. Perched on the corner of a dresser, I came while he knelt in front of me and ate my wet pussy.

We didn't have sex that night but we spent the rest of the summer, hungrily fucking as often as we could sneak off and find a private spot.

He was the son of a neighbor who is in his second year of medical school across the country. I enjoyed our summer of fun but assumed that it ran its course when he went back to school in the fall.

Until today. It's Christmas Day and he showed up at the door. He is home for the week and wanted to let me know he's been thinking about our summer and wants to carry on. Of course, it was only a quick visit but it was a great gift to hear that he's been enjoying our memories. 😈