Since I was 18, Tom has been my fwb and we’d get together whenever either of us were single. Over the years both of us have moved around the country, had a string of different partners and he even got married - but we’ve always remained friends. Friends who fuck periodically. Whenever we were in relationships sex wasn’t on the menu though, we were able to slip into the ‘just friends’ routine pretty easily.

A few things to know about Tom:

- he has a great cock - solid 8” when he’s hard

- he has a bit of a panty fetish. The first time we had sex he asked me to stuff my knickers into his mouth, then he sniffed them as he came. I found it hilarious. He was always disappointed when I’d show up to meet him with no underwear on

- we’d not seen each other since before the pandemic, and not fucked for around 8(!) years as we were both in long term relationships. He and his wife divorced at the end of last year

Our friend group had decided to do a weekend away at a lodge to celebrate a few birthdays. My boyfriend couldn’t make it as he was on a stag do, so I asked around my friends but they were all coupled up so there was no room for me. Tom got in touch to ask if he could share with me as he’d also be on his own, so we got a 2 bed lodge.

The lodge was gorgeous. After a long drive I arrived on Friday afternoon and chose the best room. There was a deck that wrapped around the whole building, and just outside the patio doors in my bedroom there was a hot tub bubbling away. The group was meeting later on for dinner, so I changed and got in.

My swimming costume was smaller than i remembered (I blame lockdown), I was showing quite a bit of side boob and there were two dark circles to show where my nipples were behind the fabric. It cut in closer than I remembered around the crotch, the slit of my cunt was clearly visible and my neat pussy hair protruded from either side of the costume. The jets were on full blast, it felt as though I was getting a vigorous massage. I moved around the tub until I found a conveniently placed jet that tickled my cunt. I slid my swimsuit over to expose my pussy lips and leant my head back, eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of air and water swirling around my clit. It wasn’t long before I squeezed my pussy lips together to help bring me to orgasm. I stayed in the tub until Tom arrived. I asked him to fetch me a towel he stood at the base of the steps to the hot tub with the towel in his outstretched arms. Getting out of water is, in my opinion, never graceful. I stood up and tried to rearrange my swimsuit, making sure my tits were covered and that it hadn’t turned into a thong. As I reached out for the towel he wrapped it around me in a hug. Was that his cock i could feel digging into my leg? I was too busy trying to sort myself out that I had no idea if he was even looking at me. He fiddled with his waistband as he made his way to the kitchen, making me think that maybe he caught a glimpse of something. The cool air had made my nipples hard and the wet swimsuit had only made the outline of them look even darker. We made small talk until it was time to head out for dinner. We sat at opposite ends of the table so didn’t really get to catch up. He looked tired, had a few more grey hairs since the last time I saw him, and I wanted to make sure he was coping ok after the divorce.

The next day we all went to the spa on site, it was so relaxing. During my full body massage the masseuse got dangerously close to touching my pussy and the thought of him moving my swimsuit to the side and fingering me had me in an incredibly horny mood. I facetimed my boyfriend when I got back to my room in the hope he’d be free for a phone fuck but he was absolutely plastered in Prague.

That night there was a party planned in one of the bigger lodges. The booze was overflowing and everyone was in good spirits playing drinking games or making cocktails. I had another long drive back home the next day but I still slammed plenty of tequila and drank champagne when it was offered. After participating in a drinking game where I was made to down my drink 3 times in a row, I decided to slip back to the lodge to get a semi-early night.

I changed into a comfy oversized jumper and was getting a glass of water when Tom appeared, accusing me of leaving early without having a proper catch up with him. He had a bottle of champagne in his hand so I got 2 glasses out and we sat on the couch. We talked about how he was coping after the divorce, and he asked about my boyfriend and what our plans were for summer. The conversation turned to old time reminiscing, and he shuffled closer to me as we talked about old friends, girlfriends and the night we met. He put his hand on my leg and stroked it, I swatted him away reminding him I was taken. He did it a few more times, and my cunt twitched. I was so comfortable with Tom, and talking about the fun we used to have was getting me hot.

I turned to face him and opened my legs, giving him a good view. He reached his hand out again and I slapped him away, telling him he can look, but can’t touch. He placed his hand on the bulge in his jeans. I could feel the fabric of my knickers disappear into my cunt as I opened my legs wider. He began to unzip his jeans and pushed them to his knees, along with his boxers. His cock was just as magnificent as I’d remembered. He began to stroke it slowly, his other hand crept towards my foot. I kicked him lightly and reminded him again - look. 

Over my knickers I began to trace up and down my slit. Seeing Tom play with his cock was making my cunt twitch. I was wet, I could feel through the thin fabric. ‘I like you with a bush’ he said, as I pulled my damp knickers aside to expose my cunt completely. I used my fingers to part my lips and show him my clit and he started to breathe heavily. I leant forward, face hovering over his cock, and spat. The spit trailed from my lips in a neat line and I licked my lips to stop it. He rubbed my saliva over the top of his dick and down his shaft. I sat back and asked him to do the same. Cock still in hand he positioned his mouth over my cunt and I rubbed his saliva up and down my slit, then stuck my fingers inside my pussy and began to move them in and out. Tom tried to grab my thigh again, so I pulled my fingers out of my cunt and closed my legs. ‘No!’ He pleaded ‘sorry, please-‘ I took my fingers, dripping with my pussy juice, and held them up to his mouth. He opened it and held out his tongue greedily. ‘Close it’ I ordered, and smeared my wet fingers over his closed lips. He licked his lips and pumped his cock faster. I enjoyed watching him wank furiously whilst teasing him. In the moment I told myself this was not cheating. I’m not sure how I rationalised it, my thought process wasn’t sound. He wasn’t touching me, I wasn’t touching him, so it must be fine. 

I lifted up my hips and slipped off my wet underwear, laying them on top of his cock. He scooped them up and rubbed them on his face, ‘let me cum on you’ he pleaded ‘please, I’m close’. I told him he could come anywhere but my face. He stood up and positioned himself next to me, he was wanking quickly, one hand cupping and fondling his balls whilst the other slipped up and down his shaft. He began to moan, and I pushed my fingers in and out of my cunt to try to cum at the same time. He came over my bush, leaving streaks of glazed white cum on my hands as I moved them around my pussy. He stood there breathing heavily for a moment, still stroking his cock as it twitched. I brought my hand to my mouth and licked it, looking him in the eye. I let him stroke my face as I licked the last of the cum from the back of my hand.

Now it was my turn. I asked him to lay on the floor with his head between my feet. He did, his cock was resting on his belly leaving small trails of cum where it made contact with his skin. I sat on the edge of the sofa and fingered myself some more - looking up he had a full view of my cunt. My fingers slid in and out of my pussy, as I looked down, I could only see the lower half of Tom’s face but I could see he was grinning, his hand firmly stroking his cock again. I told him I was close and pulled my fingers away from my pussy as a small stream of cum splashed over Tom’s chin, neck and shirt. I wanted him to finger me - I can always squirt harder and longer when someone else’s fingers are inside me, but that would break the no touch rule. He let out an excited laugh and licked all around his mouth, extending his tongue down to his chin. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me down so I was sat on his face. He sloppily licked my cunt, moving his face around, greedily slurping up my pussy juice. I sat for a moment enjoying the experience, I wondered if I should return the favour and push his cock towards the back of my throat. It was hard again, it glistened under spotlights in the room. I stood up quickly and walked towards my bedroom. ‘Oh come on,’ he pleaded, ‘you already broke the rule we may as well go for it’. I shook my head ‘I’m going to need those back by the way’ I said, pointing at my underwear on the couch. He stood up and threw them over to me. I wished him good night and closed my bedroom door. I didn’t bother to wipe the cum out of my pussy hair, I just got into bed. My cunt ached, my fingers are no match for a cock - especially one the size of Tom’s. I felt a pang of guilt about what I’d done, but tried not to think about it and fell asleep.

I woke up early the next morning, showered and packed my things away. I checked my phone - Tom must’ve gone back to the party once I’d gone to bed. I had messages from a few people asking where I’d gone, and a message from one friend querying why Tom had gone to find me and come back an hour later in a different shirt and in a much better mood. I didn’t reply. There was one from Tom asking me to wake him up before I left. I could hear him snore, I didn’t want to wake him considering he’d only sent the message 3 hours ago - It must’ve been a late one for him. I opened the door to his room and whispered his name - no answer. I said it again - no answer. I placed my knickers from the previous evening on the pillow next to his face - a nice parting gift - and left to make the long journey home.