The Reunion

[Dr.P 1,474]

Notes: A few years ago, a good online friend of mine from the UK suggested that we start writing what he called "micro erotic" stories, and positng them on a site to which we both belonged, at the time. They were to be extremely short, limited to approximately 200 words. I agreed to try it, and I did. It was a little challenging, but it was fun. With more experience, I found that I preferred writing what I will call "mini-erotic" stories, limited to 400 words or less. By their nature, these stories allow a little more development and detail, but they can only cover one or two events, over a time span of minutes, up to a day, at most. Alternatively, several of them, taken together, can cover longer time spans.

I will try posting  a few of these, here. They are purely fictional, but they were written with one of my favorite g.f.'s in mind. I have not yet described her, or told our real story in the Real Stories forum. The story begins with the fantasy reunion of a once-intimate couple, and continues with their activities, celebrating that reunion in several mini-stories, spanning their first 24 hours together. Hope you enjoy.

The Reunion
by Dr.P

He had called, out of the blue, telling her that he had never stopped loving her, and wanted very much to see her again. They had been lovers for a number of years, in a long ago time, and had shared intimacies on a very deep level, which far surpassed those most couples share. They had been forced apart by circumstances beyond their control, but had never broken up. She thought of him as the love of her life, and she knew that his call meant that he felt the same way about her, and they agreed to meet.

He picked her up in his truck, and they drove to a hotel he had already checked them into. It was a nice, warm day, and she was wearing a light summer dress and panties, with her legs bare, as she knew he liked them best. Sitting next to him, she raised the hem of her dress just high enough to show him her upper thighs, keeping it just below her panties, but kept her legs together, so her inner thighs touched. He told her how lovely she looked, and began stroking and caressing her legs, as he drove. After a few minutes, she opened her legs and captured his hand between them, squeezing his hand tightly against her panties. She had planned well, drinking several cups of coffee that morning, and a glass of wine later, to relax her. So the needs of her bladder were making themselves known. Now, she needed the pressure of his hand between her thighs, to keep her from wetting herself.

They reached the hotel and hurried into the room. She ran to the bathroom and sat on the toilet, dress up to her waist, panties at her ankles, legs open, with him in front of her, his face between her knees. She looked down, checking her lips, separating them momentarily with her fingers, to make sure they were open, before she started peeing. He remembered this fondly, as one of her most intimate, uniquely personal preparations for peeing, caught her eyes, and smiled up at her. She smiled back at him, knowingly.. Then she released her beautiful, hissing torrent.. It came out higher, and more forward than he remembered, and it hissed and sprayed more, leaving lots of little dribbles, for him to lick from her thighs and pussy.

 

Edited August 31, 2017 by Dr.P
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